Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Ron!Ron didn’t come back! He and Helen are not there-” Hermione hurried back to the Gryffindor common room and screamed.

“I didn’t find them either–” Harry circled in the common room. “Where I went to find it, I went upstairs and downstairs! I want to go anywhere except the professor’s office and the headmaster room. Searched all over…”

“Still on the road?” Hermione thought that they were most likely to be attacked by spiders, and suddenly shuddered. “If that’s the case, it’s too bad, I can’t imagine it – Harry, we have to go out and look for it!”

“…you don’t have to go out and find it!” Just as they turned and wanted to walk toward 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, and Miss Schon. Together – we found them on the edge of the trail to Forbidden Forest.”

“Oh – school hospital?” Hermione suddenly had a bad feeling.

“Yes,” Professor McGonagall said slightly, “Mr. Weasley’s situation is fortunate, but petrified – it will be recovered over time, as it was last time.”

“What about Helen?” Hermione asked, “Oh–I mean, Miss Schon?”

“She was very hurt. Fortunately, before Professor Sprout found her behind Mr. Weasley, she seemed to have treated herself, but the effect was not very good,” Professor Mike said.

“Hermione, let’s go see!”

Harry said that he was going out, but he was stunned by Professor McGonagall.

“Not now!” She said with a serious face. “You should be honest in the common room. The martial law has not been lifted. You are not allowed to walk around!”

After all, McGonagall suddenly turned and left in a hurry.

“Wait, Professor!” Harry hurriedly asked. “Outside – what’s going on outside? I don’t want everyone to open the window, but it also makes us completely unaware of the situation outside!”

“…” Professor McGonagall looked back and stared at Harry and Hermione for a moment, and glanced at the young wizards in the common room, which was started talking. “The spiders are dead and the rest are still not hurt.” Auror is investigating, and that’s the case – we are safe for the time being.”

After comforting the next young wizard with a slight evasive explanation, she walked outside the door again.

“Is it all dead? There are many of them outside, and the number is countless…” Harry was shocked. “How did they die?”

But this time, Professor McGonagall did not answer his question again, but instead walked out of the Gryffindor common room and walked away along the corridor.

“…I want to know how they died.” She shook her head as she walked.

……

At the same time, the edge of Forbidden Forest.

Marx pedaled the magic book, the high-speed Accio over Forbidden Forest, after passing the forest boundary, rushed to the school gate.

Over there, Hagrid was lying on the grass in the school gate, and the gray white on his body seemed to be lighter than at the beginning. And just beside him, his younger brother Glopp glared at the body of an alienated Acromantula.

On his huge body, only some parts were a little white–the giant’s powerful anti-magic skin, so he did not receive much damage.

Well, in fact, the anti-magic ability of Hagrid’s thick skin is different from ordinary people. Under the gaze of that many spiders at the time, it was still possible to insist on meeting Marx in an incomplete petrified state, which is considered to be powerful enough.

At that time, I hurried back to Marx of Hogwarts, and the first acquaintance I met was him. Although the situation is urgent, Marx has given him some Mandrake resurrection potion.

As long as it is not completely petrified, the effect will be even greater, and soon he will be able to re-live.

In a short while, Marx returned to here again.

It is worth mentioning that when he flew over Glopp, he saw Glop forcibly concealing the habitual slap action, throwing the spider’s legs in his hand and squinting his face to the side.

Since the day Marx taught him to remember his name, he used his simple brain to put Marx into the category of “need for alert”.

Marx didn’t go to Glopp’s little trick, he went straight to Hagrid and squatted down.

“Are you alright? Hagrid?” Marx asked softly.

“Oh – your potion – very good.” Hagrid closed his eyes and lay flat on his back. “It’s much better than the beginning. I still have a stone that I want to be in the woods… it’s a little bit of eyelids. It’s heavy.”

“After a while, you should be able to move a small amount,” Marx slid a few times at the belly of Hagrid, seemingly checking for a drop in hardness. “Just take a break here!”

“Thank you, thank you…” Hagrid’s voice still sounds a bit dry. “Thanks to Glopp, he is brave! I dare say that if he goes to Hogwarts to go to school, he must be a Gryffindor!”

“Yeah!” Marx laughed. “But if it turns out to be like that, we must first remodel the castle…” We have to let every young wizard go to the designated classroom on time instead of letting them put the door Too small to enter the grounds for skipping classes’ – Professor Dumbledore’s words, will definitely say so.”

“Oh… Dumbledore.” Hagrid was sighed sullenly.

“Don’t care too much,” Marx comforted. “At least Dumbledore hopes that we can be a little more relaxed when we mention him.”

“Yes, I understand, Dumbledore is a great person…” Hagrid was talking, and suddenly the topic turned. “Right, Aragog – how is Aragog? How can his children run out of Forbidden Forest?” And… looks different than before…”

“Well, Aragog…” Marx shook his head slightly. “…is dead. He was tempted by Voldemort, and finally my hand…”

“Ah, Aragog…oh…” Hagrid brought a cry in the tone.

“Speaking of it, this may also be my fault!” Marx said solemnly.

“Your fault?” Hagrid said sadly. “What’s wrong with you? I understand… understand… Acromantula is such a race, a person whose name can’t be said… is his fault.”

Marx shook his head and his heart was a little heavy.

“…you won’t understand.” He said softly with a voice that only he could hear.

“Ah… poor Aragog…” Hagrid tried to bend his arm and lick his red eyes. “It is reasonable to say that his age is quite large in Acromantula. I thought he could walk quietly… ”

“Yeah… probably 50 is old?” Marx agreed.

“…has he finally said something?” Hagrid asked with a tear. “I want to give him a slightly decent funeral. He can’t stay in the woods and wait to be eaten by his children…”

“I have brought him out.” Marx patted Hagrid’s shoulder and said quietly. “Well… finally he said…he said ‘thank you’.”

“…he said he had to thank you, Hagrid.” Marx repeated the words again.

Of course, he did not remember Aragog’s last words. Can you say “sorry” at this time, and what is the point? Those who need an apology should not be Aragog at all.

“Wait for Hogwarts to be quiet, then we will have a funeral for Aragog!” Marx sighed said, “Call Harry. – Acromantula is a lively race, because you are, they are always a family.”

“That’s right!” Hagrid wowed and cried.

After a while, when Hagrid was able to move around, Marx sent him back to the hunting lodge with Glopp.

“Give it to me!” Hagrid’s mood was a little low. “I will bring Little Glopp back to the woods… But this time he must have been seen by everyone?”

“It’s okay,” Marx waved. “Have he been a bit more secure recently? It looks a lot more honest.”

“Well…” Hagrid looked at some of the cautious Glopp. “It’s a habit, but it’s not so quiet… I think it’s because you are there.”

“Is it?” Marx glanced at him, and then he said, “Don’t worry, he didn’t do anything to hurt the person this time. I went with Professor McGonagall and they explained it… then I will gone!”

“Ah! Ok!” Hagrid nodded, “Thank you for your potion—”

After separating from Hagrid and Glopp, Marx tweeted in the school yard and waited until he found out that there were no other victims, then he went to the castle.

The first thing he did after entering the castle was to go to the school hospital to check it out. After all, if someone is injured or petrified, they will definitely be sent there.

But at the door of the school hospital, he saw a bed with a large white cloth on his bed. Looking at the contours of the white cloth, the bottom is obviously a person.

Marx waved his hand immediately, and the white cloth floated up immediately, revealing the hooded person.

“Sokas?”

Lying on the bed under the white cloth is the pale Sakkas. It’s obvious that the look of the big-eyed eyes is lost.

Marx immediately reached out and patted him around, only to find that there was no scar.

“…dead?” He checked out the magic power and his brows gradually wrinkled. “There are signs of a curse, and it should be for a while…”

“…So, who killed Sokas? And who I met in the spider’s lair?”