Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 67: Maca and 8 Eyes Giant Spider

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

　　 "You have nothing to say!"

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

　　 Maca was pressed by Ron on the door of the bedside table with all his strength, and looked at him blankly and silently.

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

　　 He just stared at Maca's face, almost overflowing with anger.

　　After the initial surprise and surprise, Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey hurried over to pull Ron away. They seemed puzzled, not knowing what happened between Ron and Maca.

　　 Maca stood up, calmly straightened her crumpled robe, but her eyes moved to Hermione's face again.

　　 "Maca! You don't want to explain, what happened?"

　　 Ron was still yelling, although he was dragged by Professor McGonagall and couldn't rush over again, the anger on his face was not reduced by half because of this.

　　 Harry looked at Ron and Maca with embarrassment, not knowing what to do for a moment.

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

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

　　Maca didn't raise his head either, he just looked at Hermione and shook his head slightly.

　　 "Of course he didn't see it! Because that's what he did, didn't he!" Ron stopped struggling, he just stared at Maca bitterly and said angrily.

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

　　 "Yes! Friend..." Ron turned his head away and stopped seeing Maca.

　　 That night, Maca leaned against the window at the back of Hagrid’s hut, remained invisible, and waited quietly.

　　 Harry and Ron didn't come, probably because Harry didn't get the tips he deserved from Tom Riddle, the young Voldemort's diary.

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

　　 This was supposed to be an important clue that Harry had obtained. It could lead him to Aragok, the eight-eyed giant spider, which at least allowed Harry to understand some problems.

　　 But now, Harry and Ron will no longer learn about this old thing fifty years ago, and Maca does not want them to know now.

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

　　 At this moment, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge has arrived. Of course, Dumbledore himself was also here.

　　 "It's terrible, Hagrid," Fudge said in a crisp and quick tone, "very terrible, I have to come. There have been four attacks on Muggles. It's too much. The Ministry of Magic must take action."

　　 "I don't have one," Hagrid looked at Dumbledore pleadingly. "You know I don't have one, Professor Dumbledore, sir..."

　　 "I hope you understand, Connelly. I trust Hagrid completely." Dumbledore frowned at Fudge.

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

　　 "Really? But Connelly, I still want to tell you that it won't help to take Hagrid away." Dumbledore said.

　　 There was a rare anger gleaming in his blue eyes.

　　 "Let's take a look from my point of view!" Fudge said, playing with his top hat in his hand, "I am under a lot of pressure... I must do something. If it turns out that it is not Hagrid, he Will come back without a word. But I had to take him away. Shouldn't I fulfill my own--"

　　 "Take me away?" Hagrid said, trembling all over, "Where to take it?"

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

　　 "It's not Azkaban?" Hagrid asked in a hoarse and low voice.

　　 Before Fudge could answer, he heard another knock on the door.

　　 Dumbledore turned and opened the door.

　　 That's Lucius Malfoy. He strode into Hagrid’s cabin. He was tightly wrapped in a long black travel cloak, with a cold, contented face on his face. Smile.

The Yaya on the side of 　　 began to bark.

　　 "You have come, Fudge," he said satisfied, "very good, good..."

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

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

　　 Lucius Malfoy looked around this small shabby room and sneered.

　　 "I just came to the school to have a look. Someone told me that the principal was here."

　　 "Why are you looking for me, Lucius?" Dumbledore said.

　　 He spoke very politely, but the anger still burned in his pale blue pupils.

　　 "Things are terrible," Mr. Malfoy said lazily, taking out a long roll of parchment, "The board feels that you should be let go. This is a removal order—"

　　"You will see twelve directors have signed on it. We think you may not be able to use your talents. So far, how many attacks have occurred? There are two incidents this afternoon, right? At this rate, there will be no more Muggle students at Hogwarts...We should all know that it will be a terrible loss for the school."

　　 "Oh, what? What are you talking about, Lucius," Fudge said, and he looked panicked, "Dumbledore was deposed? No, no...we definitely don't want to..."

　　 Maca leaned behind the room, listening to the conversation in the room, but his eyes wandered on the ground constantly, seeming to be looking for something.

　　He came here deliberately, naturally not to eavesdrop on the useless nonsense, at least this is not the main purpose.

　　 "...I have it."

　　 Suddenly, Maca knelt down, looked at the small spiders in a row on the ground, and said inwardly.

　　 Now that the target has been found, there is no need to stay here. He followed the small group of spiders and walked towards the forbidden forest step by step.

　　In Hagrid's cabin, Dumbledore, who was talking, glanced in the direction of Maca's movement, but his face showed no flaws.

　　……

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

　　 Maca had to light up his wand and ran after him, but after a while, he heard a loud click, and suddenly he felt that a long, fluffy thing grabbed him from the waist and made his face. Hanging downwards in the air.

　　 This is a juvenile eight-eyed giant spider, but its racial size still allows it to easily lift a teenage child.

　　 Maca calmly aimed his wand at its sting-like mouthparts, but the other party didn't seem to intend to eat on the spot, but rushed with Maca.

　　 Creatures with eight legs are obviously very flexible, and they are still very fast in the dense jungle.

　　Gradually, the darkness seems to have subsided a bit. With the bright moonlight tonight, you can see that the ground covered with fallen leaves is now densely covered with spiders.

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

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

　　 They are not like the juvenile little spiders that crawl through the fallen leaves below, but each is the size of two horses.

　　 The giant spider holding the Maca descended the steep **** toward a misty, hemispherical spider web in the center of the depression, surrounded by its companions. When they saw what it was holding on, they all moved their big claws excitedly, making a clicking sound.

　　 The spider loosened its paws, and Maca fell on the soft dead leaves. He patted the dirt on his body, then stood up calmly.

　　 The spider who threw him away is talking. Believe me, this is not easy to hear, because it clicks its big claws every time it says a word.

　　 "Aragog!" it yelled, "Aragog!"

　　 From the misty, hemispherical spider web~IndoMTL.com~ a spider the size of a small elephant came out very slowly. Its body and legs are black and gray, and every eye on the ugly head with big claws is covered with a white cloud.

　　 "What's the matter?" it said.

　　 There was a click, and the two big claws moved quickly.

　　 "People," said the spider who grabbed Maca just now.

　　 "Is it Hagrid?" Aragok said, getting closer, and eight milky eyes staring blankly.

　　 "Unfortunately, not really."

　　Maca looked at the huge figure of the eight-eyed giant spider in front of him, seeming to confirm something.

　　 "Kill him," Aragok said irritably when he heard it, "I'm sleeping..."

　　 "It's no good to kill me—"

　　Maca looked at him calmly, took out a bottle, pulled out the cork, and made a "pop" sound.

　　 "What...what!" Aragog suddenly clicked back for a long distance, "Oh! Damn—I hate this smell!"

　　Like Aragog, its spiders and grandchildren also stepped back in a panic, and abruptly vacated a circular open space on the already crowded depression.

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

　　"The wisdom of the eight-eyed giant spider family is always concealed by their natural ferocity, which leads to the neglect of other races. But at least I think you should understand the benefits of'trading' things... By the way, I am a student of Hogwarts and a friend of Hagrid. He told me the stories about you and Hagrid fifty years ago."