Chapter 105 Spider Nanny

A cup of hot tea can indeed relieve people's mood a little, at least Hagrid stopped wiping away his tears.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the corner of Hagrid's cabin, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned around quickly—it was Buckbeak!

It was lying in the corner of the room, chewing something, and blood was dripping all over the floor.

...I can't rope it in the snow! said Hagrid, sniffling, ...alone on a good Christmas!

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

They had never seen this face-to-face with Hagrid, what Hagrid called an interesting animal and the others a scary monster.

Buckbeak, on the other hand, really doesn't seem to mean any harm - in fact, by Hagrid's usual standards, he's certainly endearing.

Fang came timidly from under the table and rested his head on Hagrid's lap.

I haven't been feeling right lately, Hagrid stroked his teeth with one hand while he touched his face with the other. I'm worried about Buckbeak, and no one likes my class...

We like it! Hermione said seriously, nonsense.

Yeah, your class is great! echoed Ron. Oh - how are those Flobberworms?

Nearly died, said Hagrid gloomily, probably from eating too much lettuce, and Maca fed them some digestive medicine...

Maca? Harry asked suspiciously.

Yeah, Maca seems to like them... said Hagrid a little cheerfully. He knows them.

Maca is for the slime secreted by Flobber caterpillars - a natural potion thickener, I suppose, Hermione explained quietly behind Harry.

Also, those dementors bother me too, Hagrid suddenly changed the subject, every time I want to drink with the Three Broomsticks, I have to walk past them, as if I'm back in Ards again. Caban-like...

Having said that, he immediately stopped talking and began to drink tea in big gulps.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at him - they had never heard Hagrid mention that he had been in Azkaban before.

You mean, you've been in there? Ron asked in surprise.

Yeah, once. Hagrid lisps.

The time he was talking about was naturally the time when Hagrid was taken away by the Ministry of Magic when the Chamber of Secrets was opened last semester.

Because Hagrid was framed by Tom Riddle fifty years ago, he had to stay in Azkaban for a few weeks when the Chamber of Secrets incident occurred frequently last semester, and was not acquitted until the Chamber of Secrets incident ended released.

But apart from him and Dumbledore, Maca, who had eavesdropped outside the hut, knew something about it.

At this moment, Harry and the others thought that Hagrid had just visited someone in Azkaban!

After a short silence, Hermione asked cautiously, Is it scary in there, Hagrid?

Of course, you can't imagine that, said Hagrid quietly. It's... really scary in there.

Prisoners there, after a while you don't know who you are. And you don't know what it means to be alive... Besides, the dementors themselves don't want to let anyone go, so they don't care about you Is there any crime?

Hagrid was quiet for a while, staring at his tea. Then he said calmly: I thought about letting Buckbeak go... and making him fly away...but how can you explain to a hippogriff that he should hide?

And—and I'm afraid of breaking the law... He looked up at them, tears streaming down his face again, I don't want to go to Azkaban.

Hagrid's visit to the cabin was far from interesting,

But at least it gave Harry some distraction.

While Harry had definitely not forgotten about Black, he couldn't keep thinking about revenge if he wanted to help Hagrid win his case against the Dangerous Creatures Commission.

The three of Harry stopped by the library on the way back, and when they returned to the empty common room, they had arms full of books - books that might help prepare Buckbeak's defense .

The three sat in front of the strong fire, slowly flipping through the dusty files.

Those were famous cases about protecting magical creatures, and they talked occasionally when they saw something about it. Everyone really wanted to help poor Hagrid.

While Harry and the others were dealing with those old files, Maca was also worrying about some magical creatures.

That's right, after nearly two months of blind cultivation by Aragog, his wife, Mosag, was finally pregnant again.

Maca, on the other hand, has recently become Mosag's full-time nanny.

He prepared a lot of miscarriage protection measures for this special pregnant woman, in order to let her give birth to the first batch of babies undergoing blood transformation smoothly.

But everyone knows that female tempers during pregnancy are always a little grumpy.

Mosag, it's time to take nutritional supplements.

Click, click, click...

Sorry, I know you're in a bad mood, but—

Click, click, click...

Okay, okay, let's go on for a while.

Click, click, click...

Okay, okay...I'll go out first...

Maca retreated from Aragog's lair, and he saw that Aragog was also waiting at the entrance of the cave!

As I said, she has a bad temper recently, and I don't go in very often. It closed its eyes and muttered.

Maybe that's true, but we must always pay attention to protecting the children in her womb... be healthy, every one of them. Maca spread her hands and said.

Yes! Aragog sighed very humanely, You are right, I will try again later.

Around the nest, thousands of acromanders are huddled next to each other, trying to get in front of each other—and they are also very interested in the new companions who are about to be born.

But due to Aragog's majesty, they could only maintain a certain distance.

By the way, Aragog, Maca asked suddenly, turning his head, do you know what else lives in the woods?

There are many! Like a three-headed dog, some thestrals, and unicorns... Of course, there are also a few centaurs. Aragog said, A few days ago, there was an iron lump, like It's like a wagon, but with four wheels, and it scuttles about in the woods.

Maca immediately guessed that it must be the flying car driven by Ron and the others last semester.

...However, if you go a little deeper, it's near the mountains. It's a place where no living things live, Aragog continued. There is a rumor in the forest that there are people living on the mountains. Some dragons!

It said mysteriously: It's not those little lizards that can only breathe fire, but a real dragon!

Giant dragons? Maca asked, Didn't they become extinct in ancient times?

And what they call dragons, they're big guys over 300 feet long. Although a lot of information is missing due to the passage of time, their existence always appears in the murals left by some ancient wizards.

I don't know very well, Aragog said. You know, dragons like to sleep. As long as they don't move, no one knows if there is...

But just because the rumor has been going on, the foot of the mountain is safe— it added, so I plan to move the nest, you know, I have been observing the situation over there for these years, but nothing happened .”

It's best for them not to move in this life. Maca shook his head and said, If they run out now, I don't think anyone can do anything about them.

What Maca said this time is really true, he is not interested in those powerful creatures that caused headaches for wizards in ancient times. You must know that the current magic world is developing in the direction of life and peace, and its ability in combat has long been inferior to before.

He thinks there is nothing wrong with this, after all, real battles involve death, and peace is the ultimate goal that people pursue...

Overall, Mosag is doing well, at least the baby in her womb is normal. After Aragog got the nutritional supplements for Mosag to take, Maca went back.

That night, everything was peaceful and Maca had a good night's sleep.

But from the next morning, the professors began to dress up the school.

Elsewhere in the castle, the customary splendor of Christmas decorations was in place, although few pupils remained.

Thick friezes of holly and mistletoe hung along the corridors, and mysterious lights shone from within each suit of armor.

There were twelve Christmas trees in the auditorium as usual, with golden stars shining on them. And the corridor is full of strong and tempting food aroma.

The scent was so strong that even Scabbers poked his nose out of the shelter of Ron's pocket to sniff the scent hopefully.

All indications are that Christmas is coming.

But Maca didn't slow down the teaching progress of his spell class because of this.

In his eyes, Harry's half-baked Patronus Charm is obviously not enough. He urged them to train every day, and a new dementor was replaced every day-this could ensure that Harry and their training subjects were full of energy every day!

And this uninterrupted training mode worked really well. Until the fourth day, even Ron successfully summoned his patron saint.

Oh! Look! I did it! exclaimed Ron gleefully.

A dog? Harry asked, looking at the Patronus in front of Ron.

It's probably because Ron's Patronus is not in a stable state yet, and he won't be able to figure out what species it is until he becomes more proficient.

But at least it was a dog that didn't run away.

The appearance of the patron saint is related to one's own personality and experience. Everyone can refer to each other, which will make you more clear about your heart. Maca explained, so that you can use the patron saint spell skillfully.