Asked Hermione about how much free time she had lately, Darren replied, "That's because my job is different now, and I can do without it," he got up from his seat and moved his body, holding the beauty was comfortable, but it wasn't necessarily comfortable, "You don't have to do everything yourself, the ability to organize and plan is very important, so that you can maximize efficiency!"

He went down from the stands with Hermione, and Lavender and Parvati came to the field, where they saw Ron, who had been selected as goalkeeper but didn't seem to be very satisfied, at least Darren felt that the smile on the guy's face was a little reluctant, despite Lavender's non-stop chattering about him.

As the captain, after Harry had arranged the training for the Quidditch team, they made their way towards Hagrid's hut, when the light rain that had been falling for a long time finally stopped, and the sun peeked out of the clouds, shining on the ground, and finally it was no longer so cold.

As he approached the cabin, Darren heard a crackling sound coming from behind the house, presumably Hagrid tending to the snails, "Hagrid!" he shouted.

"Who?" said Hagrid's loud voice, "I'm here, wait a ......minute," he said, turning from the back of the cabin, wearing a large printed apron and a faint green smoke in his hair......

"Ah, it's Darren, it's here again, those ......" Seeing who it was, Hagrid's face smiled, and then, "Oh, guys," he paused slightly, but only for a second, "Well, it's been so long, it's been a lot of schoolwork." Hermione, all three of them speechless, followed Darren and Hagrid with their heads bowed and walked into the cabin.

"Well, Hagrid, as I said, they all choose courses based on the work they plan to do in the future, unlike me," Darren sat down in his chair and watched Hagrid walk around, making tea in a huge copper teapot.

"I know, you've said that," Hagrid said as he busied his hand, "for the rest of the work, huh, don't those cute animals need to be cared for?" he placed a teacup the size of a keg in front of the four of them, the tea was as dark as mahogany, and brought a plate of his homemade rock skin cake, which Harry immediately reached for and took a piece.

Looking at the rock crust cake on the plate, Darren suddenly remembered that when he first met Hagrid, he brought this snack, and because it was too hard to bite, he also made a pot of broth and broth to soak in the rock crust cake to eat, speaking of which, it has been a long time since he cooked here.

"Hagrid," Darren asked, "do you still have meat and spices here?"

Hearing his words, Hagrid was stunned for a moment, looked at Darren, and breathed a long sigh of relief, he nodded slightly, "Of course, it has been prepared for a long time." ”

As Darren followed Hagrid around the room looking for materials, he suddenly heard Hermione scream softly, "What's wrong?" "What is this, Hagrid?" he said almost at the same time as Harry's question.

"What? Oh, giant grubs. Hagrid turned his head and looked at it.

At this time, Darren also saw something that made Hermione scream, a vat full of white worms more than a foot long, slimy, white, writhing non-stop, vomiting, disgusting!

"They're going to be ...... when they grow up," Ron asked, looking scared.

"It's not going to be anything," Hagrid said, "and I raised them to feed Aragog." Suddenly, he started crying, and he seemed to be fine just now.

"Hagrid, what's wrong?"

"Yes...... It's it......" Hagrid sobbed, tears streaming down his eyes, "yes...... Alagog ...... I feel like it's dying...... It was sick for a summer and never got better...... I don't know if it ...... If it ...... What am I going to do...... We've been together for so long......"

After hearing these words, Darren remembered that it was the eight-eyed spider, and Hagrid had carried the black cauldron for Voldemort for it at the beginning, speaking of which, it has been more than fifty years since then, and for a spider, it is really long-lived, of course, according to the standards of ordinary spiders.

"We, can we do something?" asked Hermione, patting Hagrid on the shoulder.

"I'm afraid I can't help it, Hermione," Hagrid said, twitching, "you know, in the tribe...... In the Aragog family...... They behave strangely when they see it sick...... It's a little hard to control......"

“…… I don't think it's safe for anyone but me to approach that place right now!" Hagrid said, blowing his nose vigorously on his apron and looking up, "But thank you for saying that, Hermione...... It's so important to me......"

In order to comfort Hagrid, Harry and the three of them gathered around and tried to talk to him to make the atmosphere better, while Darren hurried to cook a meal, there was nothing more calming than a delicious meal, if there was, it was two!

During the meal, Darren inquired about Aragog's situation, and although he had mentioned some before, he never elaborated on the details, and it seemed that because of the pet's poor condition, Hagrid also relaxed his worries and told them about the spider's past.

It's just that, with Hagrid's introduction, the atmosphere in the room became more and more silent, because in addition to Darren, although Harry, Ron and Hermione knew that someone's hobbies were special, the "cutie" in his mouth must be very amazing, and after the things in the secret room, he also knew that Aragog had lived for a long time, but they never thought that it would be an "eight-eyed spider"!

"Hagrid," Harry swallowed, "you mean, Aragog, your, um, friend, an eight-eyed spider?"

"Oh," Hagrid seemed to realize that he shouldn't have said anything about the Eight-Eyed Spider, and he sat there quietly, then took a deep breath, "What does it matter?

"Hagrid, Harry didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to know about Aragog," Hermione waited for Harry's look, as if he shouldn't have asked that question, "Yes, Harry!"

"Ah, yes, yes, Hagrid, I just want to know what the hell is going on with Aragog, and maybe, what else can be done?"

"Hagrid, you just said 'tribe' and 'family', that is?" Seeing that Harry was about to bring up Aragog, Darren struggled to take Hagrid's attention away from his pet.

"Ahh......h ”