The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

The moon, a milky orb suspended in an indigo ocean, casts a soft glow upon the earth. The lights in the castle rooms had gone out, only the firelight in the corridors still flickered. In the distance, the black lake gently rolled its silver waves under the moonlight.

Anthony and Hagrid walked in the dense forest, the wet leaves rustling softly under their feet.

Even though the moonlight is so bright, the deeper you go, the darker the woods become. In the spring when all things grow, the new leaves of the trees block the light outside.

Hagrid expertly walked around the stump and stepped over its raised roots: Almost there. I bet you know the way by now, Henry.

Night wrapped around them like a velvet shroud, the silence broken only by the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional rustle of unseen creatures.

Anthony looked around, but he didn't even see the Centaur. The Forbidden Forest at night seemed to have only endless trees. Off the trail, the trees grew thicker, their branches reaching toward the sky like bony fingers, their leaves stacked on top of each other.

The terrain suddenly went downwards, and the surrounding area suddenly became brighter.

Anthony followed Hagrid closely, relying on his back to support himself from sliding down. The layers of leaves overhead that obscured the sun and moon had disappeared, and there was not a single tree in this wide depression, only frighteningly large spiders and white misty spider webs.

Aragog! Hagrid boomed. Aragog! Where is it?

As if in response to his call, several giant spiders also shouted: Aragog! Hagrid! Hagrid!

The other ones said to Hagrid and Anthony: Aragog is sleeping. They stared at Anthony, then at Hagrid, and slowly retreated with their eight legs.

The hemispherical spider web in the middle of the clearing moved, and then an astonishingly large blind Acromantula slowly walked out of it.

What happened? It waved its big claws, asking tiredly but concernedly, What's the matter again, Hagrid?

Hagrid said happily: Aragog, look who I brought here! Henry!

What is Henry? Aragog asked disinterestedly.

Anthony pulled Hagrid's elbow, but Hagrid didn't notice. He just raised the wine bottle in his hand: We come to you for a drink, old friend! Celebrate...celebrate that you have been cleared of wrongdoing!

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Aragog, who was woken up from his sleep, found out that Hagrid was just here to drink. He picked up Hagrid and carried him to the woods with great difficulty.

Hagrid grabbed its long furry legs and murmured something drunkenly. After Aragog climbed up the steep slope, he shouted: Wait, Henry!

Yeah, thank you. Anthony complained, picked up the wine bottle he dropped, and looked at the giant spider next to him, Then I'll go back, see you next time.

A spider shook its big claws greedily and made a clicking sound.

I really want to eat people... it said, taking a tentative step towards Anthony. Several Acromantulas beside it also began to stare closely at Anthony, slowly following it, moving their legs, their thick long hairs trembling slightly in the breeze.

The spider standing behind it said, No!

Anthony also said calmly: I suggest you restrain your thoughts.

The spider who voted against the eating proposal said: Didn't you hear who he was? Hagrid said he was the one who killed the monster we didn't name.

The Acromantula, who advocated cannibalism, repeated: Human.

Another spider clicked, Ah, man... Hagrid's friend...

The opposing spider said: Stupid, that means he is dangerous! Just try it, humans, but remember I don't want to eat you.

What's your name? Anthony asked.

The spider said: I don't need a name, Hagrid's friend.

Then how should I distinguish you from other spiders?

The spider hesitated for a moment and said, You can call me the ninety-seventh grandson.

Danger... The spiders hesitated, and their whispers of discussion were drowned in the sound of clicking their claws. Anthony suspected that the Acromantulas throughout the depression were talking.

If you don't object, I'll leave, Anthony said.

The spiders discussed, their eight eyes looking back and forth on him hesitantly. Anthony reached the edge of a steep slope and found it difficult to climb up. Behind them, the argument between the Acromantulas became more intense.

The Acromantula that wanted to eat him said: Let's go? I think it's a little difficult... It was still looking at Anthony, like a child staring at the dessert on the plate, swaying slightly.

Anthony shook his head.

Of course, he can use undead magic to build himself a ladder, or directly borrow the corpses of various creatures in the Forbidden Forest (even Acromantula) to send himself up. But he never wanted to use undead magic rashly again, so——

Call the gods to protect you!

There was a tremor in the air. A huge bear appeared in the clearing, bigger than all the Acromantulas and bigger than Aragog. The silver-white spider webs reflecting the moonlight seemed dwarfed by the nearly eight-foot-tall black bear.

After looking around, it sniffed the nearby Acromantula (it quickly jumped away), then looked up at the moon curiously, then lay down, letting Anthony grab the hair and climb onto its back, and slowly stood up stand up.

Farewell, the descendants of Hagrid's friends. Anthony said, imitating the names of the spiders, and, farewell, the ninety-seventh grandson.

The spiders backed away without saying a word.

Let's go, Anthony said. The bear stepped forward and walked out of the depression easily.

Anthony looked down at the Forbidden Forest and saw that at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Aragog was walking back, his white blind eyes staring blankly at the sky, and his eight legs moving quickly, as if he already knew the way to the Forbidden Forest. chest. On the other side, some birds flew up and the trees trembled. It must be that Hagrid was trying to come back.

Let's go find Hagrid. He lowered his head and said to the bear.

He still didn't know how to break the spell that summoned the bear - few people would want to break the summoning guard - and could only wait for it to dissipate on its own.

The bear cautiously lowered his head and thrust his huge paws into the forbidden forest, nearly crushing a small tree. It carefully walked to a wider area, using its paws and snout to push aside the densely intertwined branches.

It was the first time that Anthony looked at the tree roots and dead branches on the ground from such a high height, and felt that they were pitifully small. He couldn't help but wonder how Hagrid looked at other humans.

Hagrid's footsteps were getting closer. The bear pushed aside another pile of vines and squeezed through the trees with difficulty, causing the trunks to make a terrible creaking sound.

Hagrid stopped in his tracks.

Who? he asked loudly, Come out! You don't belong in the Forbidden Forest!

It's me! Anthony said, Don't worry, Hagrid, I'm fine. He slid off the bear's back and waited for Hagrid to come to him.

Oh, Henry! Running Gorgon, I was really worried that you were lost. Hagrid sounded relieved, But, I didn't know you were a bear.