Professor, please pay the debt

Aragog's funeral

April 4 was a fine day, and patches of clear blue sky began to appear over the castle towers, a sign of the approaching summer.

Ron and Hermione will go to Hogsmeade village this afternoon to take the first Apparition exam. Since Harry is under 17, he won't be able to take it until the next one.

"For the last time, forget about the Deathly Hallows," Hermione said decisively to Harry.

It was after lunch, and the three of them were sitting in a sunny corner of the courtyard.

Both Hermione and Ron were holding a copy of the Ministry of Magic pamphlet: "Common Apparition Mistakes and How to Avoid It". The exam was about to take place this afternoon, but the pamphlet failed to calm their nervous nerves.

Hermione's temper was a bit grumpy, especially when she saw Harry holding "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" again.

"I can't do it, it's so attractive! Just think about it, you can become the master of Death by collecting three Deathly Hallows!" Harry insisted.

"Hey, buddy, you don't even know what Death looks like!" Ron also disapproved of Harry's obsession.

"There is no god of death at all!"

Hermione was so tired of the subject that she sounded like telling the boys not to bring it up again.

She crossed out some sentences in the pamphlet aggressively, and then criticized, "This is nonsense. If people follow this practice, they will never pass the apparition test."

"You already learned it in Grimmauld Place, of course you don't have to practice it..." Ron said dejectedly, "I can't, you two are already sure, oh, what a pity!"

During Christmas, Hermione and the Creevey brothers lived in Black's old house, which was a residence under strict protection by magic. Not only the Death Eaters could not find it, but even the Ministry of Magic could not find it.

Therefore, there was no ban on the use of magic by minors, and Harry took the opportunity to teach them to Apparate.

"You did it too, didn't you, last practice!" Harry reminded him.

"But it failed last time... when Snape was near us."

Ron's words meant something, and Harry couldn't pretend he didn't understand. He had no choice but to temporarily put down the fairy tale in his hands, and faced his two friends very helplessly, "Okay, just say what you want!"

Ron elbowed Hermione, urging her to speak first. Hermione opened her mouth with difficulty, but finally gave up, "You better say it!"

"Well, I can't blame you!" Ron rolled his eyes, and then said to Harry angrily, "If you want to break up, you should just break up, don't delay, Snape is always hanging around us recently, I can’t even breathe out.”

"Professor Snape, Ron!" Hermione corrected.

"Come on, he's already having sex with Harry, and he expects us to use honorifics?"

"Oh, Merlin, I still can't believe it." Hermione let out a scream of pain, "How dare you, Harry, that's Professor Snape, he is... the powerful, vicious, sinister king of cellar snakes, how dare you……"

Ron completed her words: "Kiss him or even go to bed, aren't you afraid he will bite you?"

"Isn't this... being bitten!"

Harry looked downcast, and his depressed mood made Ron hate the instigator even more, "What am I talking about, you shouldn't get involved with a snake, there are no good people in the cellar!" Ron said, "Break up Let's change it to anyone, even Mr. Three Circles."

"Don't make up your mind! Ron!" Hermione reprimanded angrily, "This is an opportunity, Harry should take this opportunity to get back on the right track, how many girls look forward to him!"

"You want to say Ginny, don't you..." Ron guessed Hermione's intention at once, "No! I didn't."

Hermione screamed in denial.But Ron was unmoved.

"It's useless. He'd rather hug that old man, Snape, than Ginny, which shows that he's bent over thoroughly. Girls are useless!"

"What makes you think I'm going to break up?"

Harry finally spoke, and the two of them were stunned with one sentence, "Are you going to..." Hermione's eyes widened, "Continue to have sex with Snape?" Ron added her words again.

"When did you two become so tacit? It's like a pair of ping-pong doubles."

The amusing reactions of the two children put Harry in a better mood.In contrast, Hermione and Ron were going nuts.

"This is not the time to joke around!"

"I can't imagine! One day Professor Snape will join us like Lavender!" Hermione shouted excitedly while waving her arms, "It will be a tragedy, Ron will be scared to death!"

Ron hugged his head in cooperation and knelt down, calling softly, "Help!"

"It won't happen, I promise!" said Harry.

"Break up!?" The two children asked hopefully in unison.

"No! He will belong to me forever!" Harry's answer was decisive without any room for maneuver.

Oh--

The two children sighed in frustration and frustration.Harry flipped through the book of fairy tales again, which was a sign of refusal to talk about it, so Ron had to pick up his booklet again, and Hermione was annoyed but couldn't find a topic.

Just then, a girl came around the corner, "Harry Potter?" said the girl, "Someone asked me to bring this to you."

"thanks……"

Harry took the small roll of parchment, feeling mixed feelings, and after the girl walked away, he said, "Guess..."

"Probably not..." Hermione was used to rushing to answer, "Professor Snape's letter is very neat."

The tattered roll of parchment was stained with unknown smudges, obviously not Snape's style.

During this period of time, Ron and Hermione had seen several letters, and they no longer made a fuss, they had already recognized the fact that Snape was Harry's boyfriend, and they were working hard to keep Harry.

"Then let's see..."

Harry was lazy, Snape's letter would make him angry, but he couldn't cheer up if he found out that it wasn't Snape's letter, it was from Hagrid, and it was written in scribbled The handwriting reads:

Dear Harry, Ron, Hermione:

Aragog died last night.Harry and Ron, you've met him and you know how special he is.

Hermione, I know you'll like him too.It would mean a lot to me if you could come to the funeral tonight.

I planned to have the funeral at dusk, his favorite time of day.

I know you are not allowed to come out that late, but you can use the Invisibility Cloak.I didn't want to make this request, but I couldn't face it alone.

Hagrid

"Awesome, should be celebrated!"

Ron hated spiders, especially Aragog, who nearly ate him and Harry.

"Oh, God." Hermione took the note and read it again, a look of growing disbelief on her face.

"Hagrid is crazy. He wants us to leave the castle at night. He knows that the security measures have been tightened by a million times. How troublesome it will be if we are caught!"

"We've seen him at night before," said Harry.

"Yes, but for something like this?" said Hermione. "We took a lot of risks for Hagrid, but after all—Aragok is dead. If it was to save him..."

"I don't even want to..." said Ron firmly. "You haven't seen it, Hermione. Believe me, Hagrid would be much better off dead."

Harry took the note back and stared at the ink stains all over the paper, where big tears had obviously fallen on the parchment.

"Harry, you're not going to go, are you?" Hermione asked. "It's not worth the detention."

"No one will find out!" Harry folded the parchment like a bookmark and stuck it in the fairy tale book.

"You're crazy, too!" said Ron violently. "The beast told his mates to eat us! He said he could eat us! Now you're going to cry over his horrible, hairy corpse!"

Harry sighed.Ron and Hermione were still children, and they didn't understand the profound impact of Aragog's death on the entire spider group and even the entire school.