The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

After the discussion with Snape, Anthony planned to visit Hagrid.

The sky was as dark as ink, with dark purple clouds billowing. Halfway through, a huge amount of rain suddenly fell, and the wind howled. Anthony squinted his eyes, tried hard to identify the direction, lowered his head and ran towards Hagrid's cabin. He couldn't tell whether the sound of water splashing in his ears was the rain hitting him. There was still water splashing from under my feet.

He ran under the eaves of the cabin in one breath before he had the energy to sort himself out.

His hair was soaked, as were his clothes, the wind was blowing loudly, and Hagrid's windows rattled. He noticed that the windows were dark and Hagrid was probably not home, but he knocked anyway.

No one answered the door, but it was possible that the knocking was masked by the violent storm, so he knocked harder on the wooden door: Hagrid, are you there?

He was answered by an excited bark, but it didn't come from inside the house. Anthony walked around the house and saw Yaya lying happily in the rain, his tail splashing the muddy water.

As soon as he poked his head out, the big dog wanted to pounce on him and say hello, but it only made a loud noise on the chain. The rain washed down its fur, and under the fluorescent light, brown-black water dripped from the tangled locks of hair next to its belly.

Anthony took half a step back: Hello, Yaya.

Yaya shouted loudly and wagged his tail at him, extremely happy. All the fur on its body was wet and clinging to its body, which looked a little funny. Anthony walked forward again, wondering whether he could use the Cleansing Charm on a living creature.

Do you know where Hagrid is? he squatted down and asked Yaya. Yaya jerked forward, and two huge front paws successfully rested on his knees. Anthony put his arms around its neck, trying in vain to prevent it from getting spit and mud on his face.

Hey, Yaya! A thunderous voice sounded, and then a big hand pulled Anthony up, Why are you back, Henry?

Thanks, Hagrid. Anthony wiped his face with his sleeve in embarrassment, I have an appointment with someone, but the things that need to be dealt with today are over. I think I can say hello to you - maybe it's not a good idea. .

Why, of course it's a good idea! Hagrid said enthusiastically, seeming to have completely recovered from the grief of Norbert being sent away.

Only then did Anthony see what he was wearing: he was wearing a cloak, breeches and leather boots, and a better-than-nothing felt wide-brimmed hat on his head. The rain was still flowing down his big, unkempt head.

Where have you been? Anthony asked curiously, looking at Hagrid's complete rainy weather attire.

Forbidden Forest. Hagrid replied angrily, pressing his knee against Fang, I just looked like it was going to rain. I need to strengthen the fence and canopy... Professor Kettleburn won't like to let those The little guy got caught in the rain. A Hippogriff was not very happy a few days ago and kicked five or six boards to pieces...

He fumbled for the key in his pocket with difficulty, and did not forget to turn around and tell Anthony about his experience that day: I brushed the tooth in the morning, but if he continues to eat rabbits tonight, he may have bad breath again. He... The problem is getting worse.

So I thought I'd have some chicken tonight. Professor Sprout planted rosemary next to her vegetable garden, and she allowed me to pick a few sprigs when I needed them...

He patted the bag on his waist and finally took out the key.

Then I went to the broom room to see if any brooms were damp... I remember one time I forgot, but when the students came back the next year, the Chaser screamed loudly as soon as his butt touched the broom. .'Why am I sitting on top of a mushroom!' Ha, poor guy! Hagrid smiled and pushed the door open, obviously amused.

He lit the lamp, lit the fireplace, and boiled hot water for tea.

Want to have dinner at my place, Henry? he asked expectantly. I know it's only four o'clock, but I have to go back to the Forbidden Forest later. I'm going to see Aragog's lair... you know , they live in a depression, and every time it rains heavily, I am a little worried about his knees and ankles...

Anthony didn't know if Acromantulas had knees and ankles, so he just said, Yeah, dinner at four sounds good.

…

Hagrid's craftsmanship was as good as ever, but after losing the Salamander, he was even more confused about things like controlling the fire.

Anthony's staple food was a few pieces of rock biscuit, as he politely declined Hagrid's offer of a ferret sandwich. He discovered that the rock biscuits actually tasted good if softened in the sauce, and the hot tea on hand looked so good on a blustery rainy day.

By the way, Hagrid, I have something to ask you. Anthony said, swallowing another mouthful of rock cake. Do you know where I can get unicorn tail hair?

I have quite a few, but I was burned by Norbert before. Hagrid scratched his head and said nonchalantly, If you need it, I can just give it to you when I find it next time. Those unicorns are in the forest. Running around, often hooking its tail on branches.

He had finished his sandwich and stew and was snacking on rock pancakes. Rock biscuits sounded crisp in his mouth, like wafer biscuits.

Anthony didn't expect it to be so simple. He thought the conditions proposed by Snape were somewhat difficult: Really? That's great, thank you.

Of course, you helped me so much. Hagrid said happily, They are very good bandages. You can always go to the Forbidden Forest to get more, Henry.

I'm afraid I won't be very welcome to the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest. Anthony said, finishing the last bit of rock cake. The carrots are great, Hagrid, and so is the chicken.

…

Hagrid insisted that Anthony go to the Forbidden Forest with him: We can visit Aragog together, he will be happy to see us. He opened the window with a bang and looked outside, It's not raining anymore. , Henry. Maybe we can find unicorn tail hair today. Just go to the area where they live and take a look.

So Anthony floated a box of chicken and bread into the Forbidden Forest. He thought the box looked a bit like the crate that had contained the dead mouse for Norbert.

Hagrid led Fang in front, holding a lamp in his hand and skillfully pushing aside the wet branches, not forgetting to remind Anthony to be careful of the mud puddles covered by fallen leaves under his feet.

The dense trees broke the strong wind outside into countless breezes. Water droplets slipped from the leaves from time to time and fell on the back of Anthony's neck. The chicken became soggy and shone pink in the light of the lantern Hagrid was swinging. He was worried that the bread would get wet, so he temporarily used transfiguration to create a lid.

Just like Hagrid said, the Acromantula's nest has turned into a large muddy area. The wind roared again here, and many spider silks broke and fell softly into the muddy water. Some of them could no longer see their original white color.

Aragog! Aragog! Hagrid shouted, Come out!

I'm here, Hagrid. A large black and gray spider came out of the hemispherical spider web and clicked. There were many Acromantulas busy around it, and Anthony looked at it for a while before realizing that they were spinning silk to repair the spider web.

Hagrid carried the box of chicken in front of Aragog: I brought you some food.

What is it? Aragog asked, lying down.

The young Acromantula next to him has already clamped the box. It lifted the lid, looked at it with the eight eyes on its ugly head, and told Aragog: Chicken.

Chicken! Another Acromantula said dissatisfiedly, twiddling its large claws and making a clicking sound.

Okay, chicken, Aragog said. Thank you, Hagrid.

And bread. Oh, by the way, I have something else for you. Hagrid reached into the bag on his waist - Anthony took the lantern - and took out a ball of yellow and red yarn. Something knitted, The weather is too humid and the wind is strong, so I'll tie you a set of socks.

The young giant spider's claws moved rapidly and clicked, as if he wanted to express something, but Aragog was already talking to Hagrid.

You know I like dark and humid environments, Hagrid. Anthony could hear a bit of fatigue in its tone, but it still said patiently, But thank you anyway.

Hagrid put the ball of wool products into its big claws and said a little sadly: You don't need to wear it.

I'll wear them when I'm cold, Aragog said.

Great, I made it a little thicker. Hagrid said happily, It's great to see you. I hope you like the chicken and bread. I think you are a little thinner than last time.

Aragog raised his voice and waved his claws vigorously: I am very strong!

As if to prove what it said, it stood up suddenly, and was suddenly much taller than the other spiders. Its white-covered eyes pointed ferociously at the sky, and its huge claws made a gust of wind. Anthony didn't know how Hagrid could tell that the spider was fat and thin, but he would say that Aragog looked as big as the last time they met, maybe even bigger.

Aragog cannot become powerful by eating chicken. The young Acromantula clicked, his long legs dangling beside Anthony, Aragog should eat people.

Hagrid sounded shocked: Don't eat people, Aragog!

Quiet! Aragog scolded his descendants, I won't eat humans, Hagrid. I promised you... bring some venison next time, venison is not bad.

Okay, bring venison next time. Hagrid said, I'm sorry, I just remember that you seemed to like chicken before. When I raised you with bread crumbs.

That was when I was little Spider, Hagrid, Aragog said, slowly lying down again. That was a long time ago. Click, click, click.

Anthony stood holding a lantern, silently looking at the Acromantulas crawling around. He didn't find the giant spider with one white ring and two red rings on its legs.

Aragog, where is your ninety-seventh grandson? he finally interjected.

Aragog seemed to know immediately which spider he was asking about. It said: He is wounded, Hagrid's friend.

Hagrid asked instead of Anthony, What, why?

They wanted to go to the centaurs' territory, but he stopped them. Aragog said simply, his claws swaying around when he said them, which Anthony guessed meant it was referring to. Some young Acromantulas around.

He shouldn't have stopped us! The centaurs are getting more and more outrageous! a giant spider said angrily. They have been expanding their hunting range, and one day they will declare that the entire forest belongs to them!

Aragog said slowly: No, they can't do that. This forest belongs to Hagrid.

The Forbidden Forest belongs to Hogwarts and all the creatures living in it. Hagrid corrected, No matter what the centaurs say, they will never be able to drive you out of the Forbidden Forest without Dumbledore's permission. Lin. And Dumbledore would not agree to such a thing, I know that.

I want to see it, Anthony said to Hagrid, worried that the only spider to show him any kindness was too seriously injured.

So Hagrid asked Aragog to show them the way, and took three chicken legs and two pieces of bread from the box: When you are sick, eat some chicken to get better quickly! That's what my father said.

…

The ninety-seventh grandson was a little surprised to see Aragog, and was simply confused when Anthony and Hagrid came to it with chicken and bread.

I heard you were injured, Anthony explained, careful not to touch the dense cobwebs around him. Some unfixed spider threads were floating in front of his eyes, and some seemed to have stuck to his robe.

This was his first time entering the Acromantula's lair. The interior space of the hemispherical nest, which is purely supported by spider silk and branches, is very large, and the passage is high enough for Hagrid to walk in. The smell of wet earth seeped in through the gaps in the spider silk, and Anthony felt that it was even colder inside than outside.

The ninety-seventh grandson lay on the damp ground, with his long, black, plush legs curled up under his belly. He carefully took the gift from Hagrid with his large paws and placed it in front of his eyes.

It used its own eyes to take turns to look at the soft, wet meat in front of it. Anthony then discovered that one of its eyes seemed to be blinded, and a black liquid with a faint dark green luster flowed from it, and part of it condensed in the its head.

This is chicken, it finally said, I don't like chicken.

Take a bite, Aragog ordered.

The ninety-seventh grandson ate it obediently. The eight legs shrank tighter, and Anthony guessed that it probably didn’t like chicken.

Aragog said: You are an Acromantula that has accepted human food. Then it fidgeted with its large claws, stood clicking for a while, and walked away slowly.