Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Ron, who was always suppressing, finally broke out after Hermione was attacked, and the target of his outbreak was Maca.

"Do you have nothing to say!"

This is the third time Ron has said this sentence, and it looks like a faulty repeater.

Maca was forced by Ron to lean on the door of the bedside table and looked at him expressionlessly and silently.

"Ron ..." Harry came over and pulled La Ron's clothes, but he ignored them.

He just stared at Maca's face, almost full of anger.

After initial surprise and surprise, Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Pomfrey hurried over and pulled Ron away. They looked puzzled, wondering what was going on between Ron and Maca.

Maca stood up, her face sullenly tucked into her wrinkled robe, but her eyes moved to Hermione's face again.

"Maca! Don't you want to explain, what exactly happened!"

Ron was still yelling, although he could not be rushed by being pulled by Professor McGonagall, but his anger on his face had not been reduced by half.

Harry looked at Ron and Maca in embarrassment, without knowing what to do for a moment.

"Maca, I heard it was Hermione that you and Professor Lockhart first discovered ..." Harry said, "I don't know ... did you see who did it?"

Harry spoke very euphemism, but there was a little hesitation in his tone.

Maka didn't raise her head either. He just looked at Hermione and shook her head slightly.

当然 "He certainly didn't see it! Because that's what he did, didn't he!" Ron was no longer struggling, he just stared angrily at Maca and said angrily.

"Okay! I believe Mr. McLean, you should also believe him, aren't you friends?" Professor McGonagall pressed his hands against Ron's shoulders solemnly.

"Yeah! Friend ..." Ron didn't go too far and stopped looking at Maca.

That night, Maca leaned against the window at the back of Hagrid's hut, remained in a hidden state, and waited quietly.

Harry and Ron didn't come, presumably because Harry didn't get the hint they should have gotten from Tom Riddle, Voldemort's diary when he was young.

Fifty years ago, the young Voldemort framed Hagrid and pushed all blame on Hagrid. Although feeding dangerous creatures like the eight-eyed giant spider without authorization is indeed a big problem, it has nothing to do with the back room after all.

This was supposed to be an important clue that Harry could have led him to the eight-eyed spider Aragok, which at least made Harry understand some problems.

现在 But now, Harry and Ron will not learn about the old Chen Gu fifty years ago, and Maca does not want to let them know now.

Nowadays, accidents of petrification of students and even ghosts occur frequently, and the Ministry of Magic has already acted. And Lucius Malfoy, who has always despised Dumbledore, took the opportunity to force other school board members to sign Dumbledore's principal removal order.

At this moment, the Minister of Magic Connelly Fudge has arrived. Of course, Dumbledore himself came with him.

"It's terrible, Hagrid," Fudge said in a crisp, quick tone, "very terrible, had to come. There were four attacks on Muggles. Too much, the Ministry of Magic must take action."

"I didn't," Hagrid begged to look at Dumbledore. "You know I don't, Professor Dumbledore, sir ..."

"I hope you understand, Connelly. I have full trust in Hagrid." Dumbledore frowned at Fudge.

"But look, Albus," Fudge said unnaturally, "Hager's previous record is not good for him! The Ministry of Magic has to take some measures ... We have contacted the school board."

"Is it? But Connelly, I still want to tell you, taking Hagrid away will not help." Dumbledore said.

极为 His blue eyes flashed with extremely little anger.

"Look at it from my point of view!" Fudge said, playing with his bowler hat. "I'm stressed ... I have to do something. If it turns out that it's not Hagrid, he will return." Yes, there wasn't a word. But I had to take him away. Shouldn't I fulfill my own-- "

"Take me away?" Hagrid said, and he shivered. "Where to take?"

"The time is short," Fudge said, not looking at Hagrid's eyes. "It's not punishment, it's just a precaution. If you catch another person, you will be released and full apologies ... "

不是 "Not Azkaban?" Hagrid asked hoarsely.

Before Fu Ji had time to answer, he heard someone knocking on the door again.

Dumbledore turned and opened the door.

That was Lucius Malfoy, who strode into Hagrid's cabin, wrapped in a long black travel cape tightly, with a cold, contented smile on his face.

The teeth on one side started barking.

"You are here, Fudge," he said with satisfaction. "Good, good ..."

"What are you doing here?" Hagrid said angrily, "Go out and leave my house!"

"Dear friend, please believe me, I am also not happy to enter your room-oh-you call this a house?"

Lucius Malfoy looked around this small burrow and grinned.

"I just came to the school to see. Someone told me that the principal is here."

"What the **** are you doing to me, Lucius?" Dumbledore said.

He spoke politely, but the rage was still burning in his blue pupils.

"It's terrible," Mr Malfoy said lazily, taking out a long roll of parchment, "the board thinks you should be gone. This is a dismissal order-"

"You will see the twelve directors all signed on it. We feel that you are not using your talents. How many attacks have occurred so far? There are two this afternoon, right? At this rate There will be no Muggle students left at Hogwarts ... we should all know that it will be a terrible loss for the school. "

哦 "Oh, what? What are you talking about, Lucius," said Fudge, looking alarmed. "Dumbledore was fired? No, no ... we absolutely don't want to now ..."

Maca leaned behind the room, listening to the conversation in the room, but her eyes moved constantly on the ground, as if looking for something.

He came here deliberately, naturally not for the purpose of eavesdropping on nonsense nonsense, at least that is not the main purpose.

"... Yes."

Suddenly, Maca crouched down, watching the little spiders lined up on the ground, secretly in her heart.

Since the goal has been found, there is no need to stay here. He followed the small group of spiders, walking towards the Forbidden Forest step by step.

Walking in Hagrid's hut, the talking Dumbledore's eyes glanced in the direction that Maca was moving, but there were no flaws in his face.

Uh ...

As soon as the little spiders entered the forest, their speed suddenly increased.

Maca had to light up her wand and ran behind, but after a while, just listening to a loud click, he suddenly felt that a long, fluffy thing stopped him and picked him up, making his face hang In midair.

This is a juvenile eight-eyed giant spider, but its race-specific size still allows it to easily lift a teenager.

Maca calmly pointed her wand at her mouth-shaped mouthpiece, but the other party didn't seem to plan to eat on the spot, but rushed away with Maca.

八 The eight-legged creature is obviously very flexible, and it still crawls very fast in the dense jungle.

Gradually, the darkness seemed to fade away a bit. By the bright moonlight tonight, you can see spiders on the ground covered with fallen leaves.

He twisted his neck and found that they had come to the edge of a wide hollow.

The trees in the depression were cleared, and a large number of eight-eyed giant spiders were gathered inside.

They are not like the young spiders hurriedly crawling through the fallen leaves below, but each is as big as two horses.

The giant spider holding Maca descended the steep **** and walked towards a misty, hemispherical cobweb in the middle of the depression, surrounded by its companions. When they saw what it was holding, they excitedly moved their big chews and made a clicking sound.

The maggot spider released its paw, and Maca landed on the soft, dead leaves. He patted the dirt on his body, then stood up calmly.

The spider who threw him out is talking. Believe me, it's not easy to hear, because every word it says clicks and fiddles with its big chews.

"Aragog!" It shouted, "Aragog!"

From the middle of the misty, hemispherical cobweb ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ very slowly drilled out a small spider as large as it. Its body and legs are black and gray in color, and every eye on that ugly head with a large cheek is covered with a white coat.

"What's going on?" It said.

There were a few clicks, and the two chews moved quickly.

"Human," said the spider who had just caught Maca.

"Is it Hagrid?" Aragog said, moving closer, eight milky eyes staring blankly.

"Sorry, not."

Maka looked at the huge figure of the eight-eyed giant spider in front of her, and seemed to be confirming something.

"Kill him," Aragok said impatiently, "I am sleeping ..."

"It's no good killing me--"

Maka looked at him calmly, took out a bottle, pulled out the stopper, and made a squeaking noise.

什么 "What ... what!" Aragok suddenly snapped back a long distance, "Oh! Damn-I hate this smell!"

Like Aragog, its spiders and grandchildren backed up in panic, and vacated a round open space on the somewhat crowded concave ground.

"Aragog, I think you should be familiar with this taste ..." Maca looked at Aragog, "Are you interested in making a deal?"

"The wisdom of the eight-eyed giant spider is always obscured by inborn fierceness, which has led to the neglect of other races. But at least I think you should understand the benefits of something like 'trading' ... yes, I am a student of Hogwarts and a friend of Hagrid. He told me the stories about you and Hagrid fifty years ago. "