Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"Why not?!" Harry said, raising his wand, "Stand back!"

"If it's about to explode, just a restoration spell can restore the door to its original state." Ivan said, supporting Harry's approach.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Hagrid flung the door open!

This was what Ivan and Harry had expected, and Hagrid stood there glaring at them angrily.

Even though he was wearing a printed apron, he still looked scary.

"I'm a teacher!" he yelled at Harry. "Master, Potter! How dare you threaten me with blowing up my door!"

"I'm sorry, Professor," said Harry, biting down on the last two words deliberately, slipping his wand into his robes.

Hagrid seemed stunned, his eyes widening, looking at Harry in disbelief.

"Since when did you call me 'Professor'?"

"Since when did you call me 'Potter'?"

"Whoa, that's clever!" growled Hagrid, shaking the potato sack in his hand, sending dust flying. "Funny enough to get me in there, isn't it? Well, come in, you ungrateful guy..."

He muttered angrily, and stepped back to let them through the door.

Ivan, Hermione, and Elaine followed Harry into the cabin, and Yaya happily followed them.

"Why did you remember to visit me?!" Hagrid said angrily, at this time Ivan, Harry, Hermione and Elaine sat down at his big wooden table, and Fang immediately put his head on Harry's lap On the bed, the saliva dripped on his robe.

"How do you remember?! Do you think I'm pitiful? Or do you think I'm lonely or something?"

"No!" said Harry immediately, "we just wanted to see you."

"We miss you!" said Hermione tremblingly.

"We are very worried about your current situation. By the way, I will explain the course selection to you." Ai Wen said.

"I didn't give up your class, and I don't plan to give up in the future. I think you teach very well." Elaine finally said.

Her words made Hagrid look better, but then he turned away in a huff.

He stomped up and down, making tea in the huge copper teapot, muttering incessantly.Finally, he placed four teacups the size of small buckets in front of them heavily. The tea in them was as dark as mahogany, and he also brought a plate of his homemade rock cakes.

Ivan was very hungry. Although Hagrid's cooking skills did not meet his taste, he immediately reached out and took a piece.

So did Harry and Hermione, and Elaine took a piece, took out a crystal bottle, and poured a few drops of dragon's blood on it.

"Hagrid!" said Hermione timidly, and Hagrid sat at the table with them and began to peel the potatoes so hard that every potato seemed to have a deep hatred for him, "like Elaine just now. Having said that, we enjoyed your class and thought you were doing a great job, but in fact we really wanted to keep taking Care of Magical Creatures."

Hagrid snorted hard, as if a very fast-nosed cow fell into a potato.

"Really!" said Hermione, "but we're out of schedule!"

"Yeah, that's right!" said Hagrid again. "That's why you all gave up."

At this time, there was a strange crunching sound, and they all turned their heads to look.

Hermione glanced up and gave a soft squeak.

Ivan jumped up from his seat and walked around to the big bucket in the corner.

The bucket was filled with maggot-like things about a foot long, sticky and white, writhing constantly.

Alvin frowned, what is this?Oversized worms or maggots?

These bugs are so fat, looking at their writhing bodies, Ivan felt a little inexplicably disgusting.

"What's this?" Harry asked, trying to sound more curious than disgusted.

Elaine stared at the bucket for a while, then quickly put down the rock cake that had just been soaked in dragon's blood.

"Giant grub," said Hagrid.

"Giant grub..." This does not seem to be some magical creature.

"Yeah, I keep 'em to feed Aragog," said Hagrid. "There's nothing to scare you."

As he was talking, he burst into tears for no reason, and several people looked at each other.

"Oh, Hagrid!" cried Hermione, jumping up and hurrying around the table.

In order to avoid the barrel of giant grubs, she deliberately went around from the far end.

I never expected that the fact that they didn't choose Hagrid's class hit him so hard, and Hagrid couldn't help crying...

Chapter 1312 The Dying King of Spiders

To be honest, Hagrid cried a little too much, but basically it was because of emotional matters.

For example, everyone's trust moved him, or mentioning his family and parents' past events, or...

Unexpectedly, Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and Ron didn't take his class, which would make him so sad.

Or, because of other things, they happened to be together!

Hermione put her arm cautiously around Hagrid's trembling shoulders and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Y-it's it..." Hagrid sobbed, tears streaming down his little black eyes, and he wiped his face with his apron, "Y-it's Aragog, I think he's dying, from above Its nest collapsed the first time, and after Ivan rescued it, its condition has been bad, and it was sick for a whole summer this summer. I was away at the time and couldn't take care of him. I didn't find it until not long ago. Dying. I don't know, what should I do if it... we've been together for so long..."

Hermione patted Hagrid on the shoulder, not knowing what to say.

Harry knew how she felt. He knew that Hagrid had given a teddy bear to a vicious Charmander, and he had seen Hagrid humming softly to giant scorpions with suckers and stingers and trying to keep up with them. His half-brother, the brutal giant, made sense, but of all the behemoths Hagrid had ever loved, this one was the hardest to understand: Aragog, a giant talking spider , living deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Among them, Aiwen is relatively familiar with Aragog, but he doesn't know what to say.

In essence, Aragog's weakness had something to do with him as well.

Three years ago, he was the one who destroyed the ruins below the lair and the eyeball monsters inside, and lost the source of dark power. Aragog was just an ordinary acromantula, and it was incredible that he could persist for such a long time!

Having said that, even without Ivan, Aragog would have died around this time.As the power of the seal left by Slytherin weakens, the power of the eyeball monster is getting stronger and stronger. It is meaningless to continue to divide the power to enslave Aragog and the acromantula. The acromantula is helping it more and more. smaller.

It should give up the acromantula, choose new servants to serve it, and help it with bigger slaves, such as wizards...

"Come on, Hagrid, can we, can we do something?" Hermione asked sadly.

"I'm afraid it can't be helped, Hermione!" Hagrid sobbed, trying to hold back the surging tears, "I asked Dumbledore to see it, but it was no use, poor Aragog, his lair It collapsed, the tribe is over, the descendants are almost dead, and now even itself..."

He wiped away his tears and blew his nose vigorously on the apron.

"Thank you for saying that, Hermione, it means so much to me!" he said, looking up at them all, "Dumbledore said it might not make it through the winter, and you could go and see it if you wanted to. Especially you, Ivan, you saved its life before, it has always been very grateful to you, every time I visit it, old Aragog will ask me about you."

The four people looked at each other, and the atmosphere became a little dull again. Everyone knew what was going on.

The old spider didn't thank Ivan, but hated him to death.They didn't tell Hagrid what happened in the lair, but put it another way. There was a landslide there, and Aiwen happened to be there, so they rescued it...

Aragog must hate Aiwen to death. It doesn't have the evil power of the eyeball monster in its head. It doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with this concept of turning it and its descendants into terrible creatures. Will be delighted by this power.

And Aiwen, who destroyed all of this and killed a large number of Aragog's descendants, is his worst enemy!

If conditions allowed, Aragog would definitely bite him to death before leaving this world.

Ivan didn't want to look at this spider, but Hagrid was looking at it expectantly, this kind of rejection was hard to say.

Aragog didn't have the energy to hurt them now, so if he went to see something, he was helping Hagrid.

"If time permits, we will go!" Ivan said.

"Oh, thank you, Evan, I don't know how to thank you, you helped me so much!" Hagrid said.

After that, the atmosphere became so much more relaxed!

Since Hagrid thought they were going to visit Aragog, they forgave him at once for not choosing his class, and returned to normal.

"Whoa, I knew you'd find it hard to fit me into your schedules!" he gruffed, pouring them some more tea, "Even with Time-Turner it's going to be hard !"

"We can't use it," said Hermione. "There's no way to apply again. After the summer incident, the time-turners in the Ministry's stockpile were all smashed, the paper said."

For historical reasons, the British Ministry of Magic keeps all the time-turners in the world.

Theoretically, after the Ministry of Magic's Time-Turners are smashed, there should be no more Time-Turners in the wizarding world!

But this is certainly not absolute, the time converter in Ivan's hand is not yet in a complete state.

Other parts must be found to make it stronger.

And what happened 15 years later, Voldemort's daughter wanted to go back in time and change history.

Various phenomena indicate that there are other time-turners scattered in other places waiting to be discovered.

"Because of this, you can't choose my course!" Hagrid suddenly realized, "Other courses are more useful than protecting magical creatures. If you like, you can come and visit me and those animals at any time. There is no need I signed up on purpose, I should have thought of it a long time ago. I'm sorry, I just...you know, I was just worried about Aragog, but I do have some doubts, since Professor Graplan has given you a class..."

They immediately denounced Professor Graplan, who had taught Hagrid a few times insincerely, and insisted that she was a particularly bad teacher, especially after knowing that they did not enroll in her advanced classes, Hagrid became even worse. happy!

He also asked them why Ron hadn't come, and about the Quidditch trials that had just ended.

As for Elaine's request to have the opportunity to visit Glop, Hagrid was so excited that he couldn't even speak.

As a result, when dusk fell and Hagrid stood outside waving them good-bye, he looked much more spirited.

He kept inviting them to come back next weekend, whether it was to see Glop or Aragog.

Chapter 1313 Dumbledore's Private Tutoring

"Promised Hagrid to visit a giant or an acromantula, that's why Ron didn't want to come," said Hermione as soon as the cabin door closed, "and we'll have to explain it to him as if he really It’s like something important doesn’t come.”

"If this makes Hagrid happy, it's okay to go and have a look." Ivan said, "Go back quickly, I'm starving!"

The rock cake just now was really not to my taste, it was too hard, especially after watching Hagrid's making process, hearing the sad talk about Aragog's illness, and a large bucket of giant grubs creaking non-stop Under the circumstances, it is even more unappetizing.

Harry nodded approvingly, as he was eating rock cakes, one of the back molars clicked ominously.

Therefore, the four of them actually just ate a symbolic amount, and now they are all very hungry.

"By the way, today is Saturday, you two should hurry up!" Hermione said, suddenly remembering something, "Remember? Dumbledore told you to go to his office at eight o'clock in the evening, and you will be there soon It's seven o'clock, not much time for dinner!"

Indeed, they had better not be late, and the four hurried back across the dark, deserted grounds to the castle.

At this time, dinner had already started for a long time, and most of the people had finished eating!

There were not many students left in the auditorium, and Ron, Lavender, Ginny, and Colin were all absent.

Ivan and Harry finished their dinner in a hurry, bid farewell to Hermione and Elaine and walked to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Harry looked nervous and distraught about private Dumbledore tutoring.

Ivan is also a little curious, what is Dumbledore going to teach them?If it was those memories about Voldemort, he had already seen some of them before, and he probably would not read the same ones as Harry. Dumbledore should have prepared special content for him alone.

"Hope everything goes well!" Harry said expectantly. "Isn't he really going to teach us magic?"

"It's been discussed before, I don't think so!"

"Okay, then his previous training was just to show you those memories?"

"Yes, but he showed me a part of the memory, Harry, about the past, which involves some very important clues, which will be very helpful for us to defeat Voldemort and find the key to Slytherin's treasure." Ai Wen replied, "He should continue to show us these memories today. I'm not sure if it's the ones I've seen before, but I think, um, how to say, I think these memories have a more different meaning to you. significance."

"Different meaning?"

"Yeah, maybe these memories can help you understand that prophecy and why Voldemort chose you." Ivan said.

The two of them never spoke again after this, and Harry seemed to be thinking about it.

In the last semester, he knew that his fate was determined by that prophecy, but there were still many unclear points that needed Dumbledore's answers.

Ivan and Harry met no one along the way, and they walked all the way to the place where there was a lone stone monster in the corridor on the eighth floor.

"Sour soda." Ivan said.

The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it.

They climbed up, and as the stairs turned around and around, rising higher and higher, they finally came to the door of Dumbledore's office with the brass knocker. The two looked at each other, and Harry stepped forward and knocked. knock on the door.

"Come in." came Dumbledore's voice.

"Good evening, Professor." Ivan and Harry walked into the principal's office while talking.

The round office looked the same as ever: delicate silverware swirled on slender-legged tables, belching little puffs of smoke, and portraits of old headmasters, men and women, Dozing off in their respective photo frames.

Dumbledore's magnificent phoenix Fawkes stood on the perch behind the door, watching the two people who came in with great interest.

"Ah, good evening, Ivan, Harry, sit down, you two look good. I think you must have had a good first week of school?" Dumbledore said with a smile, his voice It's full of exhaustion.

"Not bad, professor, the NEWTs course is very fulfilling!" Ivan said, looking around.

"Don't tire yourself out, you still have a long time to study." Dumbledore said happily, "How are you, Harry?"

"I'm fine too, Professor, thanks!" said Harry.