Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Ron! Ron hasn't come back! Neither he nor Helen are here—" Hermione screamed, who hurried back to the Gryffindor common room.

"I didn't find them either—" Harry circled around in the lounge. "I've looked for them everywhere. I ran back and forth upstairs and downstairs! I want to go somewhere other than the professor's office and the principal's office. I've searched it all..."

"Still on the road?" Hermione shuddered when she thought that they might have been attacked by spiders. "It would be too bad if it was really like that. I can't imagine—Harry, we must go out and find!"

"...No need to go out and look for it!" Just as they turned around and wanted to walk towards the doorway, the oil painting of the fat woman suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall took a step inside. "Mr. Weasley is now in the school hospital, Heshe Miss Eun was with us—we found them on the path to the Forbidden Forest."

"Oh-school hospital?" Hermione had a bad feeling.

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

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

"She was seriously injured. Fortunately, before Professor Sprout found her behind Mr. Weasley, she seemed to have treated her on her own, but the effect was not very good." Professor Mike said.

"Hermione, let's go and see!"

Harry said as if walking outside, but was grabbed by Professor McGonagall.

"Not now!" She said with a stern face, "You should stay in the common room honestly. The martial law has not been lifted. You are not allowed to walk around!"

After that, McGonagall suddenly turned around and left in a hurry.

"Wait, Professor!" Harry asked hurriedly, "outside-how is the situation outside? I told everyone not to open the windows and look out, but it also made us completely ignorant of the situation outside!"

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

After comforting a group of little wizards with a little evasive explanation, she walked out of the door again.

"They're all dead? There are so many out there, and they can't be counted..." Harry said in surprise, "How did they die?"

But this time Professor McGonagall didn't answer his question again, instead he walked out of the Gryffindor common room without looking back and walked away 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 edge.

Maca stepped on the magic book and flew at high speed over the forbidden forest. After passing the forest boundary, he kept rushing towards the school gate.

Over there, Hagrid was lying on the grass inside the school gate, and the grayish white on his body seemed to be lighter than at the beginning.But right beside him, his brother Glop was tearing the body of an alienated eight-eyed giant spider with great interest.

On his huge body, only certain parts were slightly whitened-the giant's powerful anti-magic skin prevented him from receiving much damage.

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

At that time, Maca hurried back to Hogwarts, and the first acquaintance he met was him.Although the situation was urgent, Maca poured him some mandela resurrection potion.

As long as it is not completely petrified, the effect of the medicine will be more effective, and soon he will be able to jump again.

After a while, Maca came back here again.

It is worth mentioning that,

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

Maca didn't pay attention to Glop's little movements, he walked directly to Hagrid and squatted down.

"Is it all right? Hagrid?" Maca asked softly.

"Oh—your potion—very good." Hagrid closed his eyes, lying stiffly on his back, "It's better than at the beginning, I'm going to become a stone in the forest...it's eyelids The child is a bit heavy."

"It should be possible for a small amount of activity in a while," Maca prodded Hagrid's belly a few times, seeming to be checking the decrease in hardness, "Just rest here!"

"Thank you, thank you..." Hagrid's voice still sounded dry. "Thanks to little Glop, he is really brave! I dare say that if he goes to Hogwarts, he must be a Granny. Fendor!"

"Yeah!" Maca smiled and said, "But if it becomes like that, we must first remodel the castle... "We must make every little wizard go to the designated classroom on time, not Let them make the door too small to get in as a reason to skip class'-Professor Dumbledore would definitely say so."

"Um... Dumbledore." Hagrid sighed dully.

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

"Yes, I understand that Dumbledore is a great person..." Hagrid was talking, and suddenly the subject changed. "By the way, Aragok—how is Aragok? His child How did they run out of the forbidden forest? And...looks different from before..."

"Well, Aragog..." Maca shook his head slightly, "... is dead. He was bewitched by Voldemort, and finally it was my hand..."

"Ah, Aragok...oh..." Hagrid's tone brought a hint of crying.

"Speaking of which, this may be my fault too!" Maca said in a deep voice.

"Your fault?" Hagrid said sadly, "What is wrong with you? I understand... I understand... The Eight-Eyed Giant Spider is such a race, and the person whose name can't be said... is his fault. "

Maca shook his head aside, his heart a little heavy.

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

"Ah...Poor Aragok..." Hagrid tried to bend his arms and rubbed his red eyes. "It stands to reason that he is quite old among the eight-eyed giant spiders. I thought he could be quiet. Walking quietly..."

"Yeah... I'm probably 50 years old, right?" Maca agreed.

"...Did he say anything in the end?" Hagrid asked with tears in his eyes, "I want to have a decent funeral for him. He can't stay in the woods and wait to be eaten by his children... "

"I have brought him out." Maca patted Hagrid on the shoulder and said quietly, "Well...in the end he said...he said'thank you'."

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

Of course he didn't remember Aragok's last words wrong, but what is the point of saying "sorry" at this time?The person who needs an apology shouldn't be Aragok at all.

"When Hogwarts is quiet, let's hold another funeral for Aragog!" Maca sighed, "Call Harry and the others-the eight-eyed giant spider is a race that likes to lively, because You see, they are always one family."

"That's right!" Hagrid wowed and cried.

After a while, when Hagrid was able to walk on his own, Maca sent him and Glop back to the front of the hunting lodge.

"Leave it to me!" Hagrid said in a low mood, "I will bring little Glop back to the forest... But this time, he must have been seen by everyone, right?"

"It's okay," Maca waved his hand, "hasn't he been a little safer recently? Looks much more honest."

"Hmm..." Hagrid looked at Glope cautiously, "I'm used to it, but it's not so quiet...I think it's probably because of you."

"Really?" Maca also glanced at him, and then he said, "Don't worry, he didn't do anything to hurt others this time. I will explain to Professor McGonagall and the others... Then, I Let's go first!"

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

After separating from Hagrid and Glop, Maca went around the school court non-stop, and only after he found that there were no other victims, he went to the castle.

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

But at the door of the school hospital, he saw a hospital bed with a large white cloth covered.Judging from the undulating outline of the white cloth, it is obvious that there is a person underneath.

Maca immediately waved his hand, and the white cloth immediately floated up, revealing the person covered.

"Sokas?"

Lying on the hospital bed under the white cloth was the pale Sokas.Seeing the loss of vitality in the widened eyes, it was obviously already dead.

Maca immediately stretched out his hand and patted him around, but found that there seemed to be no scars.

"...Dead?" He leaned out his magical power to check, but his brows gradually frowned.

"...So, who killed Sokas? And who was it that I met in the spider lair?"