Chapter 420

"Ron! Ron didn't come back! Neither he nor Helen was there -" screamed Hermione, who hurried back to the Gryffindor common room.

"I didn't find them either -" Harry circled in the lounge. "I've looked everywhere. I've run back and forth upstairs and downstairs! I think I've looked everywhere except the professor's office and the principal's office..."

"Still on the road?" Hermione shuddered at the thought that they might have been attacked by spiders. "That would be too bad. I can't imagine - Harry, we must go out and look!"

"... don't go out to look for it!" as they turned to walk towards the door, the fat woman's oil painting suddenly opened and Professor McGonagall took a step inside. "Mr. Weasley is now in the school hospital with Miss Shane - we found them on the edge of the path to the forbidden forest."

"Oh - school hospital?" Hermione suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall with a slight frown, "Mr. Weasley is lucky. He's just petrified - he'll recover in a while, just like last time."

"What about Helen?" Hermione hurriedly asked. "Oh - I mean, Miss Shane?"

"She was badly hurt. Fortunately, she seemed to have treated herself before professor sprott found her behind Mr. Weasley, but the effect was not very good," said Professor Mike.

"Hermione, let's go and have a look!"

Harry said as if he were walking out, but Professor McGonagall grabbed him.

"Not now!" she said solemnly, "you should stay in the common room. You are not allowed to walk around without lifting the martial law!"

After that, MEG Huoran turned and hurried away again.

"Wait, Professor!" Harry asked hurriedly. "Outside - what's going on outside? I told everyone not to open the window and look out, but it also made us completely unaware of what's going on outside!"

"..." Professor McGonagall looked back at Harry and Hermione, glanced at the little wizards in the common room, and then said, "the spiders are dead, and the remaining uninjured Auror is investigating. That's the case - we're safe for the time being."

After comforting a group of little wizards with a slightly evasive explanation, she went out of the door again.

"They're all dead? There's so many outside that you can't count..." Harry said in surprise. "How did they die?"

But this time, Professor McGonagall did not answer his questions, but walked out of the Gryffindor common room without looking back and walked away quickly along the corridor.

"... I also want to know how they died." she shook her head as she walked.

……

At the same time, the edge of the forbidden forest.

Maka stepped on the magic book and flew over the Forbidden Forest at high speed. After passing the forest boundary, she rushed to the school gate for a moment.

Over there, Hagrid was lying on the grass in the school gate. His gray color seemed lighter than at first. Right beside him, his brother glop tore the body of an alienated eight eyed giant spider with an excited face.

On his huge body, only some parts were a little white - the giant's powerful anti magic skin didn't hurt him much.

Well, if I have to say, Hagrid's thick skin's anti magic ability is also different from ordinary people. Under the gaze of so many spiders at that time, you can still persist in an incomplete petrified state until you meet Maka, which is powerful enough.

At that time, Marca hurried back to Hogwarts, and the first acquaintance she met was him. Although the situation was urgent, Maka poured him some Mandela grass resurrection potion.

As long as it is not completely petrified, the efficacy can be brought into greater play, and soon he can be alive again.

After a while, Maka came back here again.

It is worth mentioning that when he flew past glop, he saw that glop stubbornly stopped the habitual slapping action, threw down the spider leg in his hand and shrunk aside timidly.

Since the day when Maka taught him to remember his name, he used his simple brain to classify Maka into the category of "need to be on guard".

Maka didn't care about glop's little movements. He went directly to Hagrid and squatted down.

"How are you, Hagrid?" Maka asked softly.

"Oh - your potion - very good." Hagrid lay stiff with his eyes closed. "It's much better than at the beginning. I'm going to become a stone in the forest... But my eyelids are a little heavy."

"After a while, we should be able to move a little," Marca poked Hagrid's belly, as if to check the decline of hardness. "Let's have a rest here first!"

"Thank you, thank you..." Hagrid's voice still sounded dry. "Thanks to little glop, he is so brave! I dare say that if he goes to Hogwarts, he must be a Gryffindor!"

"Yes!" said Marca with a smile, "but if that happens, we must first transform the castle..." we have to let every little wizard go to the designated classroom on time, rather than let them leave the door too small as a reason for skipping classes "-- Professor Dumbledore would certainly say so."

"Well... Dumbledore," Hagrid sighed stiffly.

"Don't worry too much," Marca comforted. "At least Dumbledore wants us to be more relaxed and happy when we mention him."

"Yes, I know, Dumbledore is a great man..." Hagrid was saying, and suddenly the topic changed again. "By the way, aragock - how's aragock? How did his children run out of the forbidden forest? And... It looks different from before..."

"Well, aragock..." Maka shook her head slightly and said, "... He is dead. He was bewitched by Voldemort, and finally my hand..."

"Ah, aragok... Oh..." Hagrid's tone brought a trace of tears.

"Well, maybe it's my fault," said Maka in a deep voice.

"Your fault?" Hagrid said sadly. "What's wrong with you? I understand... I understand... The eight eyed giant spider is such a race. The person whose name can't be said... Is his fault."

Maka shook her head and felt a little heavy.

"... you won't understand," he said softly in a voice that only he could hear.

"Ah... Poor aragock..." Hagrid tried to bend his arm and rubbed his red eyes. "It's reasonable that he is quite old among the eight eyed giant spiders. I thought he could walk quietly..."

"Yes... About 50 years old?" Marca agreed.

"... did he say anything at last?" Hagrid asked, wiping his tears. "I want to give him a slightly smaller funeral. He can't stay in the woods and wait to be eaten by his children..."

"I've brought him out." Marca patted Hagrid on the shoulder and said quietly, "well... Finally he said... He said 'thank you'."

"... he said he had to thank you, Hagrid," Marca repeated.

Of course, he didn't remember alagok's last words wrong, but what's the point of saying "sorry" at this time? The person who needs an apology should not be aragok at all.

"When Hogwarts is quiet, we'll have another funeral for aragock!" Marca sighed. "Call Harry them - the eight eyed giant spider is a lively race, because you see, they're always a big family."

"That's right!" Hagrid howled.

After a while, when Hagrid was able to walk by himself, Maka sent him back to the front of the hunting hut with glop.

"Leave it to me!" Hagrid said in a low mood. "I'll take little glop back to the forest... But this time he must have been seen by everyone?"

"It's all right," Marca waved her hand. "Hasn't he been more calm recently? He seems to be a lot more honest."

"Well..." Hagrid looked at glop, who was a little cautious. "I'm used to it, but it's not so quiet at ordinary times... I think it's probably because of you."

"Really?" Maka glanced at her and then said, "don't worry, he didn't do anything to hurt others this time. I'll explain to Professor McGonagall and them... Then I'll go first!"

"Ah! OK!" Hagrid nodded. "Thank you for your potion -"

After being separated from Hagrid and Gloop, Maka kept going around the school court. When he found that there were no other victims, he went to the castle.

The first thing he did when he walked into the castle was to go to the school hospital to have a look. After all, if someone is injured or petrified, they will be sent there.

But at the gate of the school hospital, he saw a hospital bed covered with a big white cloth. Looking at the undulating outline of the white cloth, it is obvious that there is a person at the bottom.

Maka immediately waved her hand, and the white cloth immediately floated up and revealed the man covered.

"Sokas?"

On the hospital bed under the white cloth lay the pale sokas. Looking at the loss of vitality in his wide eyes, it was obvious that he was already dead.

Maka immediately reached out and patted him everywhere, but found that there seemed to be no scars.

"... dead?" he poked out his magic to check, but his eyebrows gradually frowned. "There are signs of being hit by the curse of death, and it should have been for some time..."

"... so, who killed sokas? And who did I meet in the spider's nest?"