Hogwarts Homecoming

"Hello, Aragog, my name is Amosta Bryan, as Hagrid said, I am a professor at Hogwarts, and I am also a professor at Hogwarts"

"Get out of my territory, stranger, and leave now, I won't tell you anything!"

Before Amosta could finish his self-introduction, he was roughly interrupted by Aragog. He waved his big claw vigorously, threatening in a low voice,

"For the sake of you being Hagrid's friend, I'll give you a chance to leave!"

The group of little spiders tens of feet away could hardly restrain their bloodthirsty desire. They gathered closer together, planing the soil restlessly with their slender limbs, blinking their emerald compound eyes rapidly, and repeatedly engaging and opening their ferocious mouthparts. It seemed to be simulating chewing the flesh and blood of the thin human beings around Hagrid.

Looking at the restless spiders all around, Amosta's eyelids moved, and his expression didn't look as happy as before.

"Go back, Professor Blaine,"

Hagrid blinked and looked disturbed,

"Aragok and its descendants don't like living people. In the past few decades, I have never brought anyone here!"

Amosta's footsteps didn't move, it was a rare opportunity to get a glimpse of the truth, how could he give in so easily, to be honest, he regretted letting Hagrid bring him here, if he was alone , maybe communicating with these eight-eyed spiders will be smoother.

"I respect you, Hagrid—"

Aragog circled in the hemispherical spiderweb in the middle of the crater,

"My sons and daughters obey my orders and never hurt you, but it's hard for me to stop them from enjoying the fresh human meat delivered to your door, Hagrid, if your friends don't leave, I'm afraid you will be killed on the way back to the castle." I can only go alone!"

"Let's go, Professor Blaine, you won't hear any useful news from it!"

The scene seemed to be getting out of control, Hagrid said anxiously, but Amostar still looked at Aragog below calmly, unmoved, and had no intention of leaving at all.

The 'little spiders' were approaching continuously, and Hagrid finally couldn't bear it any longer. He walked quickly to Amosta's side, and stretched out his hand to pull Amosta's arm, but just as his fingertips touched the wizard's arm, The moment before the robe, the vortex in Amosta's eyes began to spin!

The raindrops falling from the gloomy sky turned into raindrops one after another. They seemed to have escaped the ubiquitous gravitational influence, stopped their momentum and stopped in mid-air.

The dead leaves that fell due to the shock bounced back into the air at a slow but determined speed the moment they touched the ground, and the fine raindrops that were brushed aside clearly recorded the swimming trajectory of the fallen leaves. This incredible and magical scene Reflecting in Hagrid's eyes, he temporarily forgot the fact that he couldn't move.

The breeze appears, the sound of rain leaves traces, time seems to be frozen, and the space is like amber that is about to condense.

All the noises stopped, the spiders kept waving their claws, only the compound eyes trembling slightly with extreme fear could prove that they were not dead yet.

Amosta slowly brushed away the fallen leaves in the space in front of him, walked around clusters of bushes, passed through the blockade of the little spiders, walked down step by step, and finally stood on the blind eye at the bottom of the pit. In front of the old spider.

"So."

Amosta raised his arm, and slowly pressed his wand against Aragog's head, his eyes were full of sternness, and his light voice seemed to contain thunderous majesty,

"For the sake of being Hagrid's friend, I will give you a chance to tell the truth."

The breeze blew, and Aragog regained control of his huge body, but it still didn't speak. The sharp teeth in the mouthparts worn out due to aging rattled and touched each other, as if they were swinging. ,

"cannot."

Aragog made a trembling voice, "That's the fear hidden in the blood, we can't resist it."

"It's so difficult—"

Amosta rubbed her wet hair in distress,

"If you insist on not saying anything, Aragog, I can only find it in your mind. To be honest, I am not willing to do this, because it may affect your health."

"no no"

Hagrid on the edge of the crater blinked his eyes desperately after hearing this, and he struggled hard, but this kind of confinement of the magical power in his body was similar to what Colin Creevey and Justin Fenryry suffered from. The curse of petrification cannot be overcome by personal perseverance, not to mention how hard Hagrid tried, he could only watch Amosta's wand shine again!

"Amosta."

Just when Hagrid thought that Aragog was doomed to die, a vicissitudes, a familiar voice sounded behind Hagrid, and before he could recover, a beam of silver light jumped over his body with a whoosh , appeared above the head of Amosta who was about to strike.

The silver phoenix flapped its wings gently, and sprinkled a little bit of fluorescent light around the dark place.

"Decisions to save some lives while destroying others are foolish, Amostar. Let this poor spider suffer a lot."

The surrounding magic power was still frozen, but the silver Patronus carrying Dumbledore's spirit and will seemed to be completely unaffected. It stopped steadily in mid-air and looked at Amosta quietly.

An unspeakable pressure permeates the cold air. This is a silent confrontation, and it is self-evident who is better.

"I'm sorry, Hagrid, I may have done something rude to your friend in the Forbidden Forest, I hope you will forgive me-"

In front of the wooden house, Amosta, with an apologetic expression, concealed annoyance in his tone,

"I don't know why, but in the past two years, I have been infected with a bad habit. When others are bad-tempered towards me, it is difficult for me to control my temper."

"It's not your fault, Professor Brian Aragog's temper is really bad."

His face was pale, like Hagrid who had just recovered from a serious illness and said with a 'smile'.

The overcast sky was still lightly raining, allowing Amosta to judge what time it would be if he didn't appear, but when he passed the Quidditch pitch, he was hiding under the wooden eaves of the stands, soaked all over, and was shaking and gnawing. The Gryffindor team of sandwiches had woken him up, and it was supposed to be lunch time.

"Professor Blaine!"

Hermione, who was taking out her wand and gushing hot air to bake Harry's wet hair, saw Amosta walking from the direction of Hagrid's hut on the avenue leading to the castle in the middle of the courtyard. She was so excited that she wanded The flash of fire nearly blew Harry's eyes out.

"Ah, it's Miss Granger."

Amosta, who was in a bad mood, walked towards the Quidditch pitch because he ran for nothing and was 'humiliated' by Dumbledore.

"What, do you need me?"

Hermione happily ran out of the wooden eaves in the rain,

"Where did you go in the morning? I went to your office, but I want to ask if you are not here. Is it still the old time to write a reply letter for Professor Lockhart tomorrow?"

Write a letter for Professor Lockhart?

Amosta was stunned. To be honest, Amosta hadn't thought about it since discovering those interesting little secrets in Lockhart's office last weekend, but since Hermione brought it up, she seemed to ignore it. great.

"Sorry, I have something to do with Hagrid this morning. It's old time, Miss Granger."

Amosta nodded, and then, he looked at Ron, who seemed to be disdainful of this topic under the wooden eaves, and Harry, who seemed to be very curious about his purpose of going to Hagrid, rolled his eyes and smiled There is an inexplicable meaning hidden in it,

"Better bring some help, Miss Granger, the two of us are having a hard time dealing with those letters."

The past 2022 was not a happy year for many people.

But no matter what, we have survived. I wish everyone a new life in 2023. I wish everyone a happy new year!

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