"Hello, Aragog, my name is Amostabrain, and as Hagrid said, I am a professor at Hogwarts, and I am also a professor at Hogwarts"
"Leave my territory, stranger, leave immediately, I won't tell you anything."
Before Amosta could finish introducing himself, he was rudely beaten by Aragog Interrupted, he waved the big turtle vigorously and threatened in a low voice,
"For the sake of you being Hagrid's friend, I will give you a chance to leave"
< p>The group of small spiders dozens of feet away could no longer suppress their bloodthirsty desire. They gathered closer, uneasily pawing the soil with their thin limbs, their green compound eyes blinking rapidly, and they kept repeating the ferocious movements of meshing and opening. The mouthparts seemed to be simulating chewing on the flesh and blood of the frail human beings around Hagrid.Looking at the restless spiders around him, Amosta's eyelids moved, and his expression did not look as happy as before.
"Go back, Professor Brain,"
Hagrid blinked and looked uneasy,
"Aragog and his descendants I don’t like living people. In the past decades, I have never brought anyone here.”
Amosta’s footsteps did not move. It was a rare opportunity to get a glimpse of the truth. How could he? Maybe he gave in so easily. To be honest, he regretted letting Hagrid take him here. If he was alone, he might be able to communicate with these eight-eyed spiders more smoothly.
"I respect you, Hagrid"
Aragog turned around in the hemispherical spider web in the middle of the crater,
"My children They obey my orders and never hurt you, but it is difficult for me to stop them from enjoying the fresh human meat delivered to my door. Hagrid, if your friends don't leave, I'm afraid you will be alone on the way back to the castle. Let’s go”
“Let’s go, Professor Brain, you won’t hear anything useful from it”
The situation seems to be getting out of control, Hagrid is anxious He said uneasily, but Amosta still looked calmly at Aragog below, unmoved, with no intention of leaving at all.
The little spiders continued to approach, and Hagrid finally couldn't bear it anymore. He walked quickly to Amosta, stretched out his hand to pull Amosta's arm, but, just as he pointed The moment before the tip touched the wizard's robe, the whirlpool in Amosta's eyes began to spin
The rain lines falling in the gloomy sky turned into raindrops one by one, and they seemed to escape In spite of the omnipresent gravitational influence, it stopped its momentum and stopped in mid-air.
The moment the dead leaves fell due to the shock and touched the ground, they bounced back into the air at a slow but determined speed. The fine raindrops that were brushed aside clearly recorded the movement of the fallen leaves. Trajectory, this incredible and magical scene was reflected in Hagrid's eyes, making him temporarily forget the fact that he could not move.
The breeze appears, the sound of rain leaves traces, and time seems to be frozen.The space is like amber that is about to condense.
All the noises stopped, and the spiders kept waving their giant claws. Only their compound eyes trembling slightly with extreme fear could prove that they were not dead yet.
Amosta slowly brushed away the fallen leaves in the space in front of him, walked around the bushes, passed through the blockade of the group of little spiders, walked down step by step, and finally stood. In front of this blind old spider at the bottom of the pit.
"Then"
Amosta raised his arm and slowly pressed his wand against Aragog's head. There was coldness in his eyes, and there was something in his light voice. Thunder-like majesty,
"Because you are Hagrid's friend, I will give you a chance to tell the truth."
The breeze blew, Aragog It has regained control of its huge body, but it still did not speak. In the mouthparts worn by aging, the sharp teeth clicked against each other, like swinging,
"Can't"
Aragog made a trembling voice, "That's the fear hidden in the blood, we can't resist it."
"It's really difficult"
p>Amosta rubbed his wet hair in distress,
"If you insist on not saying anything, Aragog, I will have to go into your head. Find it yourself. To be honest, I'm not willing to do it because it may affect your health."
"No, no"
Hagrid is on the edge of the crater. After hearing this, he blinked his eyes desperately and struggled hard. However, the condensed confinement of magic power in his body was similar to the petrification curse suffered by Colin Creevey and Justin Finch-Fletchley. It was not achieved by personal perseverance. He could overcome it, no matter how hard Hagrid tried, he could only watch as Amosta's wand glowed with light again
"Amosta."
Right there Just when Hagrid thought Aragog was doomed, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind Hagrid. Before he could recover, a beam of silver light jumped over his body with a whoosh, and appeared. above the head of Amosta who was about to take action.
The silver phoenix flapped its wings gently, spreading a little fluorescent light around the dark ground.
"It is foolish to make a decision to save some lives while destroying others, Amosta, let this poor spider go, it has already suffered a lot"
p>The surrounding magic is still solidified, but the silver Patronus carrying Dumbledore's spirit and will seems not to be affected at all. It stops steadily in mid-air, looking at Amosta quietly. .
The cold air is filled with unspeakable pressure. This is a silent confrontation, and it is self-evident who is better.
"I'm sorry, Hagrid. I may have done some rude things to your friends in the Forbidden Forest before. I hope you can forgive me."
In front of the wooden house, a man Amosta looked apologetic, with annoyance hidden in his tone.,
“I don’t know why, but I have developed a bad habit in the past two years. When others have a bad temper towards me, it is difficult for me to control my temper.”
< p>"It's not your fault. Professor Brain, Aragog's temper is indeed very bad."Hagrid, whose face was pale as if he was just recovering from a serious illness, smiled.
There was still light rain falling in the gloomy sky, so Amosta couldn't tell what time it was, but when he passed the Quidditch pitch, he hid under the wooden eaves of the stands, and his whole body The Gryffindor team, soaked and shivering as they gnawed on their sandwiches, woke him up and it was probably lunch time.
"Professor Brain"
Hermione, who was taking out her wand and blowing out hot air to bake Harry's wet hair, saw it at a glance. She turned from the direction of Hagrid's hut and walked in the middle of the courtyard. Amosta, who was on the road to the castle, was so excited that the fire from the tip of her staff almost blew out Harry's eyes.
"Ah, it's Miss Granger."
Amosta, who was feeling a little unhappy because he had made a futile trip and was humiliated by Dumbledore, said to him The Quidditch pitch came over,
"Why, come to me if you need anything"
Hermione ran out of the wooden eaves in the rain happily,
"You are welcome in the morning Where did you go? I went to your office, but you were not there. I wanted to ask if it would still be the same time tomorrow to write a reply to Professor Lockhart."
Write a reply to Professor Lockhart
< p>Amosta was stunned. To be honest, Amosta had not thought about it since discovering those interesting little secrets in Lockhart's office last weekend, but now that Hermione mentioned it, she seemed to ignore it. Not too good either."Sorry, I have something to do with Hagrid this morning, Miss Granger."
Amosta nodded, and then he looked at the wooden eaves. Ron, who seemed to be disdainful of this topic, and Harry, who seemed to be extremely curious about the purpose of going to Hagrid, rolled their eyes, and there was an inexplicable meaning in their smiles,
" It's best to bring some help, Miss Granger, it's a bit too hard for the two of us to deal with those letters." Please remember to bookmark, the latest and fastest website for free reading without anti-theft