Chapter 110 How could a normal person want to eat spider meat?

"The fact that we can go back alive is because of the blessings of our ancestors. Thank you very much, Hagrid. Without you, we would not be able to go back alive today."

Firenze came over and helped Bain. Among the centaurs, he had the best relationship with Hagrid, so everyone decided that he would come forward to negotiate with Hagrid.

In the other direction, Aragog also separated his descendants and walked to the front. In Hagrid's presence, it was not worried that it would be suddenly attacked by centaurs.

"Long time no see, Hagrid."

"Oh, Aragog! It's so good to see you're okay!"

Hagrid's eyes quickly filled with tears. If he hadn't been applying Bain's medicine halfway, looking at him, he would have wanted to go over and give Aragog a warm hug.

"When I found out something happened here, I was so worried. Fortunately, you were not hurt!"

"So why did you start fighting? This shouldn't be your territory, right?"

Hagrid once again asked what he was most confused about. So who on both sides took the wrong medicine? Or are both parties having a brain cramp, and that’s why they came here to have a fight?

"Hmph! It's not like these four-legged bastards, they attacked my children without any reason."

Aragog huffed in dissatisfaction.

"Who are you calling a bastard! Cough cough cough..."

Upon hearing the insult to his own race, Bain immediately wanted to stand up and kill the damn bastard. Unfortunately, the injuries on his body made him unable to stand firmly.

"Calm down, Bane."

Hagrid stretched out his hand and pushed Bain back to the original position without any doubt.

"Aragog, you too, they are centaurs, not bastards."

For Hagrid, the first priority now is to figure out what happened, not to mediate the relationship between the Centaur and the Acromantula. So after simply hitting each other with a stick, he asked the centaurs again.

"So, Bain, why are you attacking Aragog and the others? This should not be within your patrol range, right? Why are you here?"

The centaurs looked at each other, speechless. It seemed like he and the others were the first to attack the Acromantula for no reason? So you and others are the ones who are at fault? Why does it feel like it makes sense?

"Ahem...that's actually the case, Hagrid."

Seeing his tribesmen staring at each other and looking speechless, Firenze had no choice but to carry the banner himself and explain the cause and effect to Hagrid.

"We observed that Mars was unusually bright tonight, and Mars was shining just above the Acromantula's territory. Because he didn't know what happened, Bain was afraid that the safety of the Forbidden Forest would be threatened, so we planned to observe the situation. "

"When we got here, we found that Acromantulas were besieging a wizard. Although we don't know the specific situation, considering that there were young wizards from Hogwarts who broke into the depths of the Forbidden Forest before. , so we immediately chose to help the wizard."

Firenze briefly recounted what he learned. Of course, some Spring and Autumn writing techniques are inevitably used. Although he didn't like the irritable Bain very much, after all, Bain was his tribe, and there was no reason for him not to speak up for his tribe.

"You fart! Which of your eyes saw us attacking a wizard!"

Aragog felt so aggrieved! Are the two holes under the eyebrows of these damn four-legged bastards just for venting anger? Can't they see that it's that damn wizard who's bullying the spider?

"But we clearly saw you there..."

"We are the ones under attack!"

Aragog interrupted Firenze with an angry roar.

"Originally, we went to sleep as usual tonight, and we hunted and hunted without disturbing anyone."

"In the end, a perverted wizard appeared out of nowhere. He said he wanted to eat spider meat, and asked us to commit suicide and give the meat to him! Of course I can't agree to such an unreasonable request!"

"When we couldn't reach an agreement, the wizard attacked us. We were forced to resist, but in the end we were no match at all."

"Just when we were struggling to resist the attack of that perverted wizard, you hateful centaurs appeared and launched an attack on us without saying a word. Now, you actually have the nerve to say that we are besieging that wizard!?"

Listening to Aragog's roar, Hagrid and the centaurs all looked blank.

Hagrid wondered if Aragog was so old that he was confused? How could any normal person want to eat spider meat?

(Bell: "Dumbledore also likes to eat piles of cockroaches, why can't I want to eat spider meat!")

However, the pile of cockroaches was not really cockroaches, but the spider meat was really spider meat, so Hagrid was a little doubtful of Aragog's words.

"But, Aragog, how is it possible that a wizard can defeat so many of you spiders? And where is that wizard? Since I came here, I have only seen you two, and I haven't found any wizards?"

"How do I know where that perverted wizard came from? The fact is, if all of us spiders come together, we can't do anything to each other!"

Aragog felt that Hagrid had changed. He was no longer the Hagrid who loved him wholeheartedly. Now he didn't even believe what it said!

"Hagrid, there was indeed a wizard here before, and we all saw it with our own eyes. Otherwise, we wouldn't have attacked the Acromantula."

Firenze rarely spoke for the Acromantula. At the same time, he secretly gave himself a like in his heart.

‘I’m so clever! ’

"But we don't know when the other party disappeared."

Firenze added.

Hagrid's expression turned serious.

Since the centaurs and Aragog both said that a wizard was here before, there must be nothing wrong. According to Aragog's previous description, the wizard was simply ridiculously strong. At least Hagrid himself would never be his opponent.

In the wizarding world, there are only a handful of wizards who can reach that level. And no matter who it was, there should be no reason to sneak into Hogwarts secretly in the middle of the night.

"Do you still remember what he looks like?"

Hagrid asked solemnly.

The centaurs looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion.

Only now did they suddenly realize that, let alone the other person's appearance, they could not even remember the other person's height, body shape, or even the color of the clothes he was wearing. This is simply unbelievable to the centaurs who are good at bows and arrows.