"Hello, Aragog, my name is Amosta Brain. As Hagrid said, I am a professor at Hogwarts, and I also hold the title of..."
"Get off my property, stranger, and leave now. I won't tell you anything!"
Before Amosta could finish introducing himself, he was rudely interrupted by Aragog. He waved his big turtle vigorously and threatened in a deep voice,
"Because you are Hagrid's friend, I will give you a chance to leave!"
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 their ferocious mouthparts repeatedly meshed and opened. It seemed that he was already 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 didn't look as happy as before.
"Go back, Professor Blaine,"
Hagrid blinked and looked uneasy.
"Aragog and his descendants don't like living people. In these decades, I have never brought anyone here!"
Amosta did not move. It was a rare opportunity to get a glimpse of the truth. How could he give in so easily? To be honest, he regretted letting Hagrid bring him here. If he was alone , maybe communication with these eight-eyed spiders will be smoother.
"I respect you, Hagrid--"
Aragog turned around in the hemispherical spider web in the middle of the crater.
"My sons and daughters obey my orders and never hurt you. However, it is difficult for me to stop them from enjoying the fresh human flesh delivered to my door. Hagrid, if your friend does not leave, I am afraid that you will be killed on the way back to the castle. I can only go alone!"
"Let's go, Professor Brain, you won't hear anything useful from it!"
The situation seemed to be getting out of control, Hagrid said anxiously, 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 and stretched out his hand to pull Amosta's arm. However, he touched the wizard at his fingertips. The moment before taking off his robe, the whirlpool in Amosta's eyes began to spin!
The raindrops falling from the gloomy sky turned into raindrops one by one. They seemed to have escaped the omnipresent gravitational influence, stopped their momentum and stopped in mid-air.
The dead leaves that fell due to the shock bounced back into the air at a slow but determined speed the moment they touched the ground. The fine raindrops that were brushed aside clearly recorded the swimming trajectory of the fallen leaves. This incredible and magical scene The reflection in Hagrid's eyes made him temporarily forget the fact that he couldn't move.
The breeze appeared, the rain left traces, time seemed to be frozen, and the space seemed to be trapped in amber that was about to condense.
All the noise 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 small spiders, and walked down step by step. Finally, he stood at the bottom of the pit and stood on the blind In front of the old spider.
"So..."
Amosta raised his arm and slowly pressed his wand against Aragog's head. His eyes were cold and stern, and his light voice seemed to contain thunderous majesty.
"Because you are Hagrid's friend, I will give you a chance to tell the truth."
The breeze blew, and Aragog regained control of his huge body. However, it still did not speak. In the mouthparts worn by aging, the sharp teeth clicked against each other, as if they were swinging. ,
"cannot..."
Aragog made a trembling voice, "That is the fear hidden in the blood, we cannot resist it."
"It's really difficult--"
Amosta rubbed his wet hair in distress.
"If you insist on not saying anything, Aragog, I will have to go into your head and look for it myself. To be honest, I am not willing to do this because it may affect your health."
"no no..."
Hagrid on the edge of the crater blinked desperately after hearing this. He struggled hard, but the condensation of magic power in his body was similar to what Colin Creevey and Justin Finch-Fletchley suffered. The petrification curse cannot be overcome with personal perseverance. No matter how hard Hagrid exerts his strength, he can only watch Amosta's wand glow with light again!
"Amosta."
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. , appeared above 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..."
The surrounding magic was still frozen, but the silver Patronus, which carried Dumbledore's spirit and will, seemed completely unaffected. It stopped steadily in mid-air, looking at Amosta silently.
There was unspeakable pressure permeating the cold air. This was a silent confrontation, and it was self-evident who was 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 cabin, Amosta looked apologetic, with annoyance hidden in his tone.
"I don't know why, but I've developed a bad habit in the past two years. When others are bad at me, it's hard for me to control my temper."
"It's not your fault, Professor Blaine...Aragog does have a bad temper."
Hagrid's face turned pale, as if he was recovering from a serious illness and said with a smile.
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, soaked to the skin, shivering and chewing. The Gryffindor team in the sandwich woke him up and it was supposed to be lunch time.
"Professor Blaine!"
Hermione, who was taking out her wand and blasting hot air to toast Harry's wet hair, saw Amosta turning from the direction of Hagrid's hut and walking on the avenue leading to the castle in the center of the courtyard. She was too excited and used her wand. The fire from the tip almost blew out Harry's eyes.
"Ah, it's Miss Granger."
Amosta, who was feeling a little unhappy because his trip was in vain and was 'humiliated' by Dumbledore, walked towards the Quidditch pitch.
"What, you want to see me if you have something to do?"
Hermione happily ran out of the wooden eaves in the rain,
"Where did you go this morning? I went to your office, but you were not there... I would like to ask, can I still write a reply to Professor Lockhart at the same time tomorrow?"
Write a reply for Professor Lockhart?
Amosta was stunned. To be honest, Amosta hadn't thought about it since he discovered those interesting little secrets in Lockhart's office last weekend. But now that Hermione mentioned it..., it seems that not It's not easy to understand either.
"Sorry, I have something to do with Hagrid this morning... It's about the same time, Miss Granger."
Amosta nodded, and then he looked at Ron under the wooden eaves who seemed to be disdainful of this topic and Harry who seemed to be extremely curious about the purpose of going to Hagrid. He rolled his eyes and smiled. There is an inexplicable meaning hidden in it,
"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..."
