Chapter 68

Ron, who was always depressed, finally broke out after Hermione was attacked, and the object of his outbreak was Marca.

"Don't you have anything to say!"

This is the third time Ron has said this sentence. It looks like a faulty repeater.

Marca was pressed on the door of the bedside table with all her strength by Ron, looking at him without expression and saying a word.

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

He just stared at Marca's face, which was almost filled with anger.

After the initial surprise and surprise, Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Pomfrey hurried to pull Ron away. They looked puzzled. They didn't know what had happened between Ron and Marca.

Marca stood up and calmly straightened the wrinkled robe, but her eyes moved to Hermione's face again.

"Marca! Don't you want to explain what happened!"

Ron was still shouting. Although he was held by Professor McGonagall and couldn't rush again, his anger didn't decrease by half.

Harry looked back and forth at Ron and Marca with an embarrassed face. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Marca, I heard that you and Professor Lockhart first found Hermione..." said Harry. "I don't know... Did you see who did it?"

Harry said it gently, but there was also some hesitation in his tone.

Maka didn't look up either. He just looked at Hermione and shook his head slightly.

"Of course he didn't see it! Because that's what he did, didn't he!" Ron stopped struggling. He just stared at Marca and said angrily.

"Well, I believe in Mr. McLean, and you should believe him, aren't you friends?" Professor McGonagall said solemnly with his hands on Ron's shoulders.

"Yes! Friend..." Ron stopped looking at Marca.

That night, Maka leaned against the window behind Hagrid's cabin, remained invisible and waited quietly.

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

Fifty years ago, young Voldemort framed Hagrid and put all the blame on Hagrid. Although feeding eight eyed giant spiders without authorization is indeed a big problem, it has nothing to do with the secret room after all.

This should have been an important clue for Harry, which could lead him to aragok, an eight eyed giant spider, which could at least make Harry understand some problems.

But now, Harry and Ron won't know about Chengu 50 years ago, and Marca doesn't want them to know now.

Nowadays, students and even ghosts are often petrified, and the Ministry of magic has taken action. Lucius Malfoy, who has always despised Dumbledore, took this opportunity to force other school board members to sign Dumbledore's removal order.

By now, the Minister of magic, cornelli fudge, had arrived. Of course, Dumbledore himself came with him.

"That's too bad, Hagrid," fudge said in a crisp and fast tone. "It's too bad to have to come. There have been four attacks on Muggles. It's too much. The Ministry of magic must take action."

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

"I hope you understand, Connelly. I trust Hagrid completely." Dumbledore frowned at fudge.

"But you see, Albus," fudge said unnaturally, "Hagrid's criminal record is bad for him! The Ministry of magic has to take some measures... We have contacted the school board."

"Really? But I still want to tell you, cornelli, it won't help to take Hagrid away," said Dumbledore.

His blue eyes gleamed with rare anger.

"Look at it from my point of view!" said Fudge, playing with his hat. "I'm under a lot of pressure... I have to do something. If it's not Hagrid, he'll come back without a word. But I have to take him away. Shouldn't I fulfill my --"

"Take me away?" said Hagrid, trembling. "Where?"

"The time is very short," said Fudge, not looking into Hagrid's eyes. "It's not punishment, it's just a preventive measure. If you catch another person, you will be released and fully apologized..."

"Isn't it Azkaban?" Hagrid asked hoarsely.

Before fudge could answer, he heard someone knocking at the door again.

Dumbledore turned to open the door.

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

One tooth began to bark.

"You've come, fudge," he said with satisfaction, "very good, very good..."

"What are you doing here?" Hagrid said angrily. "Get out of my house!"

"Dear friend, please believe me. I'm not happy to enter your room - OH - you call it a house?"

Lucius Malfoy looked around the little hut and sneered.

"I just came to the school. Someone told me that the headmaster was here."

"What can I do for you, Lucius?" said Dumbledore.

He spoke politely, but the anger was still burning in his pale blue pupils.

"It's terrible," said Mr. Malfoy lazily, taking out a long roll of parchment. "The board thinks it's time to let you go. This is a removal order -"

"You'll see that all twelve directors have signed it. We think you haven't used your talents. How many attacks have taken place so far? Two this afternoon, right? At this speed, there will be no Muggle students left in Hogwarts... We should all know that it will be a terrible loss for the school."

"Oh, what? What are you talking about, Lucius," said Fudge, looking alarmed. "Dumbledore was dismissed? No, no... we absolutely don't want to..."

Maka leaned against the back of the house and listened to the conversation in the house, but her eyes kept moving on the ground, as if looking for something.

He didn't come here to eavesdrop on useless nonsense. At least that's not his main purpose.

"... yes."

Suddenly, Maka squatted down and looked at the small spiders in a row on the ground.

Now that the goal has been found, there is no need to stay here. He followed the small group of spiders to the forbidden forest.

In Hagrid's cabin, Dumbledore, who was talking, glanced in the direction of Marca's movement, but there was no flaw in his face.

……

As soon as the little spiders entered the forest, their speed suddenly became faster.

Maka had to light up her wand and ran after him, but after a while, just listening to a loud click, he suddenly felt that a long, hairy thing had picked him up and hung him face down in the air.

This is a juvenile eight eyed giant spider, but its race specific size still allows it to easily lift a teenager.

Maka calmly pointed her wand at its sting, but the other party didn't seem to want to eat on the spot, but ran away with Maka.

Creatures with eight legs are obviously flexible and still crawl very fast in the dense jungle.

Gradually, the darkness seemed to subside suddenly. Through the bright moonlight tonight, you can see that the ground covered with fallen leaves is now full of spiders.

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

The trees in the depression were cleared and there were a large number of eight eyed giant spiders.

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

The giant spider holding Maka went down the steep slope towards a misty, hemispherical cobweb in the middle of the depression, and its companions surrounded it. When they saw what it clamped, they all excitedly moved their big claws and made a clicking sound.

The spider loosened its claws and Maka landed on the soft dead leaves. He patted the dirt on his body and stood up calmly.

The spider that threw him away was talking. Trust me, it's not easy to hear because it clicks its pincers every word it says.

"Aragok!" it shouted, "aragok!"

From the misty, hemispherical cobweb, a spider the size of a small elephant came out very slowly. Its body and legs are black and gray, and every eye on its ugly head with big pincers is covered with a layer of white.

"What's going on?" it said.

There was a click, and the two big pincers moved quickly.

"Man," said the spider who caught Maka just now.

"Is it Hagrid?" aragok said, getting closer, and his eight milky eyes looked blankly.

"Unfortunately, it's not."

Maka looked at the huge figure of the eight eyed giant spider in front of her, as if she was confirming something.

"Kill him," alagok said irritably as soon as he heard it. "I'm sleeping..."

"It's no good killing me -"

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

"What... What!" aragok suddenly clicked back a long distance, "Oh, damn - I hate the smell!"

Like aragok, its spiders and grandchildren retreated in panic and made a round space on the crowded depression.

"Alagok, I think you should be familiar with the taste..." Maka looked at alagok and said, "are you interested in making a deal?"

"The wisdom of the eight eyed giant spiders is always covered up by their natural ferocity, which leads to the neglect of other races. But at least I think you should understand the benefits of 'trading'... By the way, I am a student of Hogwarts and a friend of Hagrid. He told me the stories of you and Hagrid 50 years ago."