Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Ron! Ron hasn't returned! He and Helen aren't—" Hermione screamed as she hurried back to the Gryffindor common room.

"I didn't find them either--" Harry circled in the lounge. "I've searched everywhere, and ran back and forth upstairs and downstairs! I think I can go except for the professor's office and the principal's room. I've searched it all ... "

"Still on the road?" Hermione shuddered at the thought that they were very likely to be attacked by spiders. "If that's the case, it would be too bad. I can't imagine-Harry, we have to go out and look for it!"

"... No need to go out and find it!" Just as they turned around and wanted to walk toward the doorway, the fat woman's oil painting suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall took a step inside. "Mr. Weasley is now in the school hospital, Heshe Miss En is together-we found them along the path to the Forbidden Forest. "

"Oh-school hospital?" Hermione suddenly had a bad hunch.

"Yes," Professor McGonagall frowned slightly. "Mr. Weasley's situation is fortunate, but he has been petrified-he will recover after a while, just like last time."

"What about Helen?" Hermione hurriedly asked. "Oh--I mean, Miss Schoen?"

"She was badly injured. Fortunately, before Professor Sprout found her behind Mr. Weasley, she seemed to have treated herself, but the effect was not very good," said Professor Mack.

"Hermione, let's go and see!"

Harry was talking like going out, but was dragged by Professor McGonagall.

"Not now!" She said solemnly, "you should be honest in the common room, martial law has not been lifted, you are not allowed to move around!"

After all, McGonagall turned and hurriedly left again.

"Wait, professor!" Harry asked quickly, "outside-what's going on outside? I told everyone not to open the window and look out, but it also made us completely unaware of the outside condition!"

"..." Professor McGonagall turned his head, stared at Harry and Hermione, and glanced at the little wizards in the common room before he said, "The spiders are dead, the rest The Auror, who has not been injured, is investigating, and that's the case-we are temporarily safe. "

After comforting the little wizards with a slightly evasive explanation, she went out of the doorway again.

"All are dead? There are so many outside and countless ..." Harry said in surprise, "how did they die?"

But Professor McGonagall didn't answer his question this time, but walked out of the Gryffindor common room without a turn and left quickly along the corridor.

"... I also want to know how they died." She shook her head secretly as she walked.

...

At the same time, the forbidden forest is on the verge.

Maca pedaled the magic book, flying at high speed over the forbidden forest, and after passing the forest boundary, she rushed to the school gate nonstop.

Over there, Hagrid was lying on the grass inside the school gate, and his gray-white color seemed lighter than at first. Beside him, his brother Glop was tearing at the body of an alienated eight-eyed giant spider with a look of interest.

On his huge body, only some parts were slightly pale-the giant's strong anti-magic skin, so that he did not receive much damage.

Well, in fact, Hagrid's thick-skinned anti-magic ability is different from ordinary people. Under the watchful eyes of so many spiders at that time, it was still possible to persist to meet Maca in an incompletely petrified state, which is quite enough.

He hurried back to Maca at Hogwarts, and the first acquaintance he met was him. Although the situation was urgent, Maca gave him some Mandragora resuscitation potions.

As long as it is not completely petrified, the effect will be greater, and soon he will be able to jump back alive.

Soon, Maca was back here again.

It is worth mentioning that when he flew over Glop, he saw Glop stiffly accommodating the habitual flapping motion, dropped the spider leg in his hand, and timidly shrank to the side.

Since the day Maca taught him to remember his name, he has used his simple brain to classify Maca into the category of "requirement".

Maca didn't care about Glopp's little movement, he walked directly to Hagrid and squatted down.

"Are you okay? Hagrid?" Marka asked softly.

"Oh—your potion—it's very good." Hagrid closed his eyes and lay flat on his body stiffly. "Much better than the beginning, I'm the only one who is going to turn into a stone in the forest ... it's the eyelid The child is a bit heavy. "

"It should be able to move slightly in a few moments," Maca poked at Hagrid's belly, seemingly checking for a drop in hardness. "Just take a rest here!"

"Thank you, thank you ..." Hagrid's voice still sounded a bit dry. "Thanks to little Glopp, he is really brave! I dare say that if he goes to Hogwarts to school, he must be Gran Fondo! "

"Yeah!" Maca smiled. "But if that's the case, we must first transform the castle ..." We have to make every little wizard go to the designated classroom instead of on time. Let them make the door too small to enter as a reason for skipping classes'—Professor Dumbledore would certainly say so. '

"Well ... Dumbledore." Hagrid sighed dully.

"Don't care too much," Maca comforted. "At least Dumbledore hopes that we will be a bit more relaxed and happy when we mention him."

"Yes, I understand, Dumbledore is a great man ..." Hagrid was talking, and suddenly the topic changed again, "Yes, Alagok-how is Alagok? His child How did they run out of the forbidden forest? And ... it looks different than before ... "

"Well, Aragog ..." Maca shook her head slightly. "... is dead. He was seduced by Voldemort, and finally my hand ..."

"Ah, Aragog ... oh ..." Hagrid's tone came into a cry.

"Speaking of which, it might be my fault!" Said Maka Shen.

"Your fault?" Hagrid said sadly. "What's wrong with you? I understand ... Understand ... The eight-eyed giant spider is such a race, that person whose name cannot be said ... is his fault. "

Maca shook her head aside, her heart a bit heavy.

"... you won't understand." He said softly in a voice that only he could hear.

"Ah ... poor Alagok ..." Hagrid bent his arms and narrowed his red eyes, "It stands to reason that his age is quite big in the eight-eyed spider. I thought he could be quiet. Walk quietly ... "

"Yeah ... maybe about 50?" Marka agreed.

"... did he say anything in the end?" Hagrid asked with tears in his eyes. "I want to give him a slightly decent funeral. He can't stay in the woods waiting to be eaten by his children ..." "

"I've taken him out." Maca patted Hagrid's shoulders quietly, "Well ... in the end he said ... he said 'thank you.'"

"... He said he had to thank you, Hagrid." Marka repeated the words.

Of course he didn't memorize Alagok's last words, but what's the point of saying "sorry" at this time? The person who needs an apology should never be Alagok.

"Wait Hogwarts for a while, then we'll have a funeral for Aragog!" Maca sighed. "Call Harry. The eight-eyed giant spider is a lively race because You see, they are always a family. "

"You're right!" Hagrid wailed with a cry.

After a while, when Hagrid was able to walk around by himself, Maca sent him and Glop back to the hunting lodge.

"Leave it to me!" Hagrid felt a little downright and authentic. "I'll bring Little Glop back to the woods ... but this time he must have been seen by everyone, right?"

"It's okay ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Maca waved her hand." Isn't he calm down recently? It also looks a lot more honest. "

"Um ..." Hagrid said, looking at Glopp, who was careful, "I'm used to it, but I'm not so quiet ... I think it's because of you."

"Is that so?" Maca glanced, and then said, "Don't worry, he didn't do anything to hurt the person this time. I'll go and explain it to Professor McGonagall ... So, I Let ’s go! ”

"Ah! Okay!" Hagrid nodded. "Thank you for the potion--"

After separating from Hagrid and Glop, Maca made a non-stop roundabout in the school courtyard, and after he found that there were no other victims, he went to the castle.

The first thing he did when he entered the castle was to go to the school hospital to check it out. After all, if someone is injured or petrified, they will definitely be sent there.

But right in front of the school hospital, he saw a bed with a large white cloth on it. Looking at the undulating outline of the white cloth, it was obvious that he was alone.

Maca waved his hand immediately, and White Cloth floated up immediately, revealing the shrouded person.

"Socas?"

Lying on the bed under the white cloth was the pale-faced Socas. It looks like the vitality in those swollen eyes is completely dead.

Maca immediately reached out and patted him, but found that there seemed to be no scars.

"... dead?" He checked out the magic and frowned gradually, "there are signs of a life-threatening spell, and it should be a while ..."

"... So, who killed Socas? And who did I meet in the Spider's Lair?"