Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Ron, who was always suppressed, broke out after Hermione was attacked, and the object he broke out was Marx.

"You have nothing to say!"

This is the third time Ron said this sentence, and it looks like a faulty repeater.

Marx was forced to squat on the door of the bedside table by Ron, and expressionless and brief remark looked at him.

"Ron..." Harry came over and pulled Ron's clothes, but he was ignored.

He just stared at Marx's face, and the anger on his face almost overflowed.

After the initial surprise and surprise, Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey rushed to open Ron. They look very confused and don't know what happened between Ron and Marx.

Marx stood up and calmed his entire ruffled robe, but his eyes swam again to Hermione's face.

"Marx! You don't want to explain, what happened?"

Ron was still yelling, and although he was pulled by Professor McGonagall, he couldn't rush again, but the anger on his face didn't diminish.

Harry looked at Ron and Marx back and forth, and didn't know what to do at the moment.

"Marx, I heard that you and Hermione first discovered by Professor Lockhart..." Harry said, "I don't know...you saw who did it?"

Harry was euphemistic, but there was a hint of hesitation in his tone.

Marx didn't lift his head. He just looked at Hermione and shook his head slightly.

"Of course he didn't see it! Because this is what he did, isn't it?" Ron was no longer struggling, he just stared at Marx with hatred and said angrily.

"Okay! I believe Mr. McLorne, you should also believe him, are you not friends?" Professor McGonagall pressed his hand on Ron's shoulder and said seriously.

"Yes! Friends..." Ron didn't look over, no longer going to see Marx.

That night, Marx leaned against the window at the back of the Hagrid cabin and remained in stealth, waiting quietly.

Harry and Ron didn't come, probably because Harry didn't get the hints he deserved from Tom Riddle, the diary of Voldemort when he was young.

Fifty years ago, the young Voldemort fell into Hagrid and pushed all the blame on Hagrid. Although the dangerous creature of Acromantula is a big problem, it doesn't matter to the Chamber of Secrets.

This was supposed to be an important clue that Harry got and could lead him to Acromantula Aragog, which would at least make Harry understand some problems.

But now, Harry and Ron won't know about Chen Gu's old things fifty years ago, and Marx doesn't want them to know now.

Nowadays, students, and even ghosts are frequently involved in petrified accidents. The Ministry of Magic has already taken action. Lucius Malfoy, who has always despised Dumbledore, took the opportunity to force other school board members to sign Dumbledore's headmaster recall order.

At this point, the Ministry of Magic Cornelius · Fudge has arrived. Of course, Dumbledore himself came along.

"It's awful, Hagrid," Fudge said in a crisp, fast tone. "Very bad, have to come. There have been four attacks on the muggle, too much, and the Ministry of Magic must take action."

"I didn't," Hagrid looked at Dumbledore pleadingly. "You know I didn't, Professor Dumbledore, sir..."

"I hope you understand, Cornelius. I totally trust Hagrid." Dumbledore vs. Fudge frowns.

"But you see, Albus," Fudge said unnaturally. "Hagrid's record of the previous record is not good for him! Ministry of Magic has to take some measures... We have contacted the school board."

"Is it? But Cornelius, I still have to tell you that taking Hagrid away doesn't help," Dumbledore said.

There was a very rare anger in his blue eyes.

"Look at it from my point of view!" Fudge said, playing with his top hat in his hand. "I am under a lot of pressure... I have to do something. If it is not Hagrid, he will come back." There is no word. But I have to take him away. Shouldn’t I fulfill my own--"

"Take me away?" Hagrid said, his body shivering. "Where to take it?"

“The time is short,” Fudge said, not looking at Hagrid’s eyes. “It’s not a punishment, it’s just a precaution. If you catch another person, you will be released and fully apologized...”

“Not Azkaban?” Hagrid asked in a low voice.

Fudge hadn't had time to answer, and he heard someone knocking at the door.

Dumbledore turned and opened the door.

It was Lucius Malfoy, who strode into Hagrid's hut, wrapped tightly in a long black travel cloak with a cold, satisfied smile on his face.

The teeth on one side began to scream.

"You have come, Fudge," he said with satisfaction. "Very good, very good..."

“What are you doing here?” Hagrid said angrily. “Go out and leave my house!”

"Dear friend, please believe me, I am not happy to enter your room - oh - you call this house?"

Lucius Malfoy looks around this little dim room, 讥said with a smile.

"I just went to school to see, someone told me that the headmaster is here."

"What are you doing with me, Lucius?" Dumbledore said.

He spoke very politely, but the anger was still burning in his pupil's blue pupil.

“It’s awful,” Mr. Malfoy said lazily, taking out a long parchment. “The board felt that it should let you go. This is a recall order—”

"You will see that twelve directors have signed on it. We feel that you are not playing your talents. How many attacks have occurred so far? There are two attacks this afternoon, are you? At this speed Hogwarts' muggle students will have nothing left... we should all know that it will be a terrifying loss for the school."

"Oh, what? What do you say, Lucius," Fudge said, he looked very scared. "Dumbledore was dismissed? No, no... we are absolutely unwilling..."

Marx leaned behind the house, listening to the conversation in the room, but his eyes were constantly moving on the ground, seemingly looking for something.

He deliberately came here, naturally not to eavesdrop on those nonsense that are of little use, at least this is not the main purpose.

"...has it."

Suddenly, Marx crouched down and looked at the little spiders lined up in the ground, secretly said in one's heart.

Since the goal has been found, there is no need to stay here. He followed the small team of spiders and walked to Forbidden Forest.

In Hagrid's hut, the talking Dumbledore's eyes glanced in the direction of Marx's movement, but his face did not reveal any flaws.

……

As soon as the little spiders entered the woods, the speed of the journey suddenly became faster.

Marx had to light up wand and ran up behind him, but after a while, he only heard a loud snoring. He suddenly felt that a long, furry thing had picked him up and hung his face down. Half empty.

This is an underage Acromantula, and the race-specific body shape still makes it easy to lift a child in his teens.

Marx calmly aligned his mouthpiece with wand, but the other party didn't seem to be eating on the spot, but flew with Marx.

The creature with eight legs is obviously flexible, and the crawling speed in the dense jungle is still very fast.

Gradually, the darkness seems to have faded a bit. With the bright moonlight tonight, you can see the spiders on the ground covered with fallen leaves.

He twisted his neck and found that they had reached the edge of a wide depression.

The trees in the depression were cleared, and a large number of Acromantula were gathered inside.

They are not like the young spiders who hurried through the fallen leaves below, but each one is as big as two horses.

The giant spider holding Marx walked down the steep slope and walked towards a misty, hemispherical cobweb in the center of the concave ground, surrounded by its companions. When they saw what it clamped, they were excited to move the big chelation, making a squeaky voice.

The spider loosens the paw and Marx falls on the soft, dead leaves. He patted the soil on his body and stood up calmly.

The spider that threw him away was talking. Believe me, this is not easy to hear, because it has to slap its big scorpion every time it says a word.

"Aragog!" it shouted, "Aragog!"

From the misty, hemispherical cobweb, a small spider like a small elephant was drilled very slowly. Its body and legs are gray and gray, and every eye on the ugly head with big cheeks is covered with a layer of white.

"What happened?" it said.

For a while, the two big squirrels moved quickly.

"People." The spider who just grabbed Marx said.

“Is Hagrid?” Aragog said, approaching a few, eight milk white eyes staring blankly.

"Unfortunately, not."

Marx looked at the huge shape of the Acromantula in front of him and seemed to confirm something.

"Kill him," Aragog said, immediately irritated, "I am sleeping..."

"It’s no good to kill me -"

Marx looked at him calmly, took out a bottle, pulled the cork out, and made a "beep" sound.

"What...what!" Aragog suddenly slammed back a long distance. "Oh! Damn--I hate this taste!"

Like Aragog, its spider spiders panicked back a bit, forcibly vacating a circular open space on this crowded depression.

“Aragog, I think, you should be familiar with this taste...” Marx looked at Aragog. “Is there any interest in making a deal?”

"The wisdom of the Acromantula race is always concealed by the natural fierceness, which leads to the neglect of other races. But at least I think that you should understand the benefits of the 'transaction' thing... Yes, I am Hogwarts. The student, who is also a friend of Hagrid, told him the story of you and Hagrid fifty years ago."