I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 493 Emergency Meeting

"You can't even tell the truth," Irving said with an unhappy look on his face.

"Why? Is self-stable education popular in the wizarding world now?"

"Okay Owen, please know the situation!" Harry bumped into Owen's arm and said in a low voice.

"So--" Owen rolled his eyes at Harry and said, "You're admitting that you'll come back to class if you change professors, right!"

"I didn't!" Harry retorted immediately.

"I think it's obvious!" Owen sneered, "You are such an ungrateful bastard! Humph!"

"." Harry's face turned blue and red.

Hermione quickly spoke to comfort him, "Don't be fooled by him, he is just upset because he has classes and we don't."

As she spoke, the little witch realized that her explanation was becoming more and more confusing. It was as if they were really glad that they didn't take the Care of Magical Creatures course.

"Uh - that - Hagrid, what is that!"

Seeing that both sides' faces were becoming increasingly worse, Hermione quickly changed the subject.

She noticed a large barrel in the corner.

A strange crunching sound came from inside.

Looking closely, she found that the bucket was filled with maggot-like things about a foot long, sticky, white, and wriggling constantly.

Hermione put down the tea bucket in her hand, suppressed the churning in her stomach, and tried her best to smile, making her tone sound merely curious rather than disgusted.

"Damn, that's disgusting!" Owen said bluntly with a frown.

"Giant grub." Hagrid glared at Owen and said coldly

"Will I turn into a fly?" Irving stood up and moved his bench to the other side.

Taking Hermione along.

"Oh my god - why do you keep something like this?"

"No!" said Hagrid angrily. "I keep them to feed Aragog."

As he spoke, his expression suddenly darkened.

Tears dripped from his big eyes.

Without any warning, he suddenly started crying.

"Hagrid!" Hermione called, jumping up and hurrying around the table - deliberately going around the far end to avoid the bucket of giant grubs.

She put her arm around Hagrid's shaking shoulders. "What's the matter?"

"It... it is..." sobbed Hagrid, tears streaming from his dark little eyes, and he wiped his face with his apron. "It's... Aragog... I think it's dying... It's been sick all summer and it hasn't gotten better... I don't know, if it... if it... what should I do... We've been together for so long..."

Hermione patted Hagrid's shoulder, not really sure what to say.

Harry knew how she felt.

No one would consider a talking acromantula their friend.

Hagrid is the only one in the whole world who would do this.

"What can we do?" Hermione ignored Owen whose eyes suddenly lit up and focused on Hagrid.

"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do, Hermione," Hagrid sobbed. "You know? In the tribe, in Aragog's family... they saw that it was sick and behaved strangely... it's a little out of control..."

"When will he be able to control his descendants?" Owen shrugged.

Over the past few years, almost all the eight-eyed giant spiders have turned to Voldemort. Only the old, weak and sick are left in the Forbidden Forest. And the remaining ones are not obedient beasts. They just haven't shown up in the past two years because they are afraid of the power of wizards.

This time, Hagrid didn't object.

Because it is.

It was no secret that the Acromantula had turned to Voldemort.

These beasts can be found in many places.

"Aragog is not dead yet!" Owen suddenly became energetic and said, "Wait until it is completely dead, remember..."

"Owen!" Hermione snapped.

"Okay, okay. Okay! I'll shut up." The boy spread his hands.

Finally, he murmured softly.

"A gallon of the old man's venom would probably sell for several hundred Galleons."

Although Owen's voice was low, Hagrid's room was not big either.

The sound of his words was completely heard by others.

Harry and Ron both looked embarrassed.

Hermione was a little angry.

As for Hagrid - what did he say?

He was a little discouraged.

Looking distraught.

"Well, Hagrid, I think you should cheer up. After all, you are still a professor, and..." The girl frowned, suppressing some emotions in her heart and continued: "And your friends definitely don't want to see you like this."

"Besides - where is Ms. Olympe Maxime? How are you getting along with her? I didn't even hear you say you were there."

Suddenly, Hagrid's hut became even colder.

Owen quietly gave Hermione a thumbs up and said, "Good boy, you are really good at exposing people's scars."

I haven't heard any progress between the two of them for over a year. Doesn't that speak volumes?

If they were getting along so well that they were talking about marriage, wouldn't Hagrid be happy to tell them?

Sure enough, as soon as Hermione finished speaking, Hagrid's face immediately became even darker.

"Oh! No!" Hermione covered her forehead and instantly realized that she had said the wrong thing.

The giant, whose tears had almost stopped, had tears in his eyes again.

"The situation in Europe is so chaotic now, especially in Paris. Ms. Olivia Maxime will definitely focus on the war. How could she have the mind to talk about love affairs now?" She hurriedly found an excuse for Ms. Olivia Maxime.

Although it is not clear what exactly happened between the two.

But there is definitely nothing wrong with saying this.

Because all problems can be blamed on war.

On the other side, Owen was whispering to Harry.

"That acromantula is dying," he said.

"What's wrong?" Harry glanced at him.

"The venom of the Spider King is extremely precious. When the time comes, you can tell Slughorn about it. He will definitely be interested." Owen said confidently, "You can use this information to get closer to him."

"?" Harry was stunned.

Then he said, "That is indeed a solution. But what exactly does Dumbledore want from Slughorn?"

So far, Dumbledore had not told Harry what exactly he needed.

All he was asked to do was get on good terms with Slughorn.

Owen glanced at Hermione who was comforting Hagrid, then tilted his head and whispered, "Slughorn used to be Tom's professor and his most proud student."

"Regarding Horcruxes, Dumbledore speculated that some of the knowledge might have been revealed to Tom by him."

"You don't think Voldemort knew it all by nature! He learned and grew up slowly."

"Horcrux!" Harry's eyes widened. This was the first time he heard this news. "Did Slughorn create the present Voldemort?"

"No..." Owen shook his head. "It has an impact but it's not decisive. Decades ago, there were books about Horcruxes in the Hogwarts library. As you know, there are so many books in the castle that a person probably can't even read one-tenth of them in his lifetime. No one knows how many dark magics are in them."

"Voldemort found information about Horcruxes from those books."

"Of course, Slughorn has to tell you in person what he said to Voldemort, but your burden is now heavier." Owen paused and continued, "You also have to find out the truth about Regulus' death. Slughorn must know something, which may be more important than Voldemort's Horcrux."

"Why me?" Harry whispered blankly.

"You're the most suitable one! Anyway, Slughorn doesn't talk to me anymore. Hermione has also been affected. As for Ron, he doesn't have much talent in Potions, and even with that old textbook, he's only so-so. So you're the most suitable one. Besides, this is the task Dumbledore gave you."

Owen certainly knew Dumbledore's purpose.

The first is the question of the number of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Although he had previously speculated that there were seven Horcruxes, there was no evidence, and old Dumbledore needed to verify it from Slughorn.

Also, Voldemort's seven Horcruxes.

The diary, the locket, the golden cup, the crown, the mysterious statue and Harry, six of them have been found or destroyed.

But the Gaunt ring was missing.

The Riddle family's ancestral home was razed to the ground several years ago.

The ring was most likely taken away by Voldemort at the time.

No one knows exactly where the Gaunt Ring is now.

Dumbledore needs more memories of Voldemort in order to deduce his current location.

This is very important.

Even Owen worried that Voldemort might have discovered the secret of the Resurrection Stone.

The Resurrection Stone, one of the three holy relics, is inlaid on Gaunt's ring.

Back then, his grandfather Grindelwald had been looking for the Resurrection Stone.

It can be used to create an army of Inferi.

As for Voldemort, since he had never had love in his heart and no one had ever loved him, he would not see anything even if he held the Resurrection Stone. In the original book, he never discovered the secret of the Resurrection Stone from beginning to end.

<divclass="contentadv">But after the Battle of Berlin, Owen guessed that he might have learned the secret of the Resurrection Stone.

"——Huh." Owen sighed slightly.

Although the Resurrection Stone is a powerful weapon for creating an army of Inferi, they are just Inferi - apart from causing some trouble, they cannot have any effect on wizards. Even the Muggle army can easily kill these Inferi. If it were not for a sudden outbreak in a densely populated city like a city, they would not even suffer any casualties.

But trouble is trouble.

Who wants to fight a bunch of Inferi if they don't have to?

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Hermione spent the next moment comforting Hagrid.

And Harry talked about what he saw and heard in the headmaster's office.

This included a memory of Voldemort that he saw in the Pensieve.

About his mother and father.

Owen was very surprised by what Harry said. He didn't expect that in such a chaotic situation, Dumbledore would still have the mood and time to show Harry those things.

Perhaps it was from this time that Old Man Dumbledore was already hinting at the connection between him and Voldemort, and the fact that Harry had to face death again.

They talked for about an hour.

The rain outside lightened a little, and the few of them got up and left Hagrid's hut.

Buckle was captured by Owen.

This dragon must not be left alone any longer.

Plus, Hagrid has been in a bad mood lately, so the care he's received for it may not be adequate.

It would be better if he took it back to the castle to raise it.

On the ridge, the path was very muddy because it had just rained.

Every step they took would stir up mud, and no matter how careful they were, their trouser legs would still be stained with mud.

Just as they returned to the bridge and were about to enter the castle.