“…… King of the Forbidden Spiders, Aragog, you are a good father and a friend worth remembering. Now you are asleep, but in our hearts you are forever. ”

"In today's world, it is a time when malice is raging and intertwining. Light and darkness struggle for survival and death, innocent lives are pulled by the storm of blood, and you are one of the ones who fall into a deep sleep. ”

"Of course you have stains, mistakes, and even sins, but it is not your fault. As a wise eight-eyed spider king, you are still majestic in your mistakes, outstanding in your stains, and finally repentant in your sins. ”

"Although you have ended your journey of more than fifty years of life at this time, you cannot see the end of that unnecessary evil. But if all this is calm again in the near future, I am afraid that your solemn and unwilling face will inevitably show a slightly relaxed smile......

Behind the hunting lodge on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, next to the not-so-large pumpkin field, Maca stood beside the large dirt pit with a serious face.

Next to Maca was Hagrid.

This giant half-blood, who was five big and three thick, but had a surprisingly soft heart, knelt down in front of the pit, tears in his eyes flowing desperately as if he didn't want money, wetting his beard and placket.

Behind them, Harry, Hermione, and Luna were still in place. Not to mention Luna, who can be in a daze anywhere, at least Harry and Hermione's expressions are quite complicated.

At this moment, Maka's surprisingly solemn eulogy echoed across the open plainland, mingling with the snowflakes in the wind and drifting into the distance.

“…… My friend, Aragog – may that day come soon! My friend, Aragog, may your spirit watch over your children and grandchildren in that quiet forest home! ”

"My friend, Aragog - those who know you will not forget your friendship! May you find solace and rest in the grief of your best friend, Rubeus Hagrid! ”

"That's right...... Great, great...... It's really wonderful......"

When Maca's singing was finished, Hagrid let out a "wow" and fell to the edge of the pit, tears pouring down even more.

"Hagrid, let go—" Maca patted him on the back, "it's time to cover Aragog, you're going to freeze him on this cold day!" ”

"I don't think 'he' can feel cold anymore." Harry muttered in a very small voice.

"Shut up!"

Hermione immediately turned her head and glared at him, but Harry noticed that Hermione's eyes seemed to be a little red as well.

"You-" "Shut up! ”

Harry opened his mouth, only to be silenced by Hermione with an even more menacing look.

Under Maca's persuasion, Hagrid finally propped himself up with his gravel-stained palms and stood back with a snort.

“…… Yes, you're right...... Aragog will feel cold. ”

When he got out of the way, Maca picked up her staff and waved it, and the large pile of dirt that had been dug up immediately floated up in one pile, crushing the body of the giant spider to the bottom of the deep pit.

After compacting and rounding the mound, Maca flicked her staff again, and a long stone pillar rose from the ground, conjuring a striking runi character on it.

In the ancient runi language, the eight-eyed spider was used to refer to the number "8". It is obviously fitting that this character is inscribed in front of the tomb of Aragog.

"Alright," Maka said, patting Hagrid's arm again, "I don't think Aragog will want to see you shed too many tears for him, so let's go back!" Take a good rest, I've got some three broomsticks of mead here, made by Madame Rosmerta the year before—"

Beckoned by Maca, Harry and he helped Hagrid, who was full of grief and reluctance, into the hut.

As Hagrid crunched his ass into the chair, Fangfang, frightened by Aragog's body, finally crawled out of the basket and walked over to Hagrid's side as usual, resting its head on Hagrid's lap.

Maca then took three small oak barrels from her waist and arranged them on the round table in front of Hagrid.

"Oh—how much do you have in that fanny pack?" Harry said curiously.

"Well, I've stacked the Traceless Stretching Charm a few times now," Maca said as she shrugged her shoulders as she continued to pull out her cup, "I'm now at ease, and even the space will be filled, so I'll expand it every once in a while - if it weren't for the fact that the mouth of the bag can't get over your shoulder, I can let you go in and take a walk." ”

"Walking?" When Harry heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Do you want some too?" Suddenly Maca took out another bottle of butterbeer, looked at the few of them and asked, "If you want, I can warm it up for you." ”

"Hmm...... Can't I taste that too? Harry glanced at the small keg on the table.

"No, I don't think so—" Maca shook her head, "those meads are a bit strong, aren't we going to be active in a while?" ”

In Harry's disapproving gaze, Maca reached out and tapped lightly on the wall of the bottle, and a flash of fire immediately swirled around it.

In a short time, he poured warm butterbeer into his glasses, and a rich, mellow aroma of butter permeated the cabin.

By this time, Hagrid had already drained two glasses of mead alone in tears.

"Come on, then!" Maca raised her cup and shouted, "For Aragog!" ”

"Aragog!" Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Hagrid chimed in in unison.

After this slightly special funeral, everyone sat around the hunting lodge, warmed by the fireplace, and toasted to each other.

At first, Hagrid was still immersed in sadness, but after a while, drunkenness finally invaded his brain, diluting Aragog's departure a lot.

In this situation, even though the butterbeer did not contain alcohol, Harry felt as if he was about to be intoxicated by the gradually relaxed atmosphere.

“…… When I met him, he was just an egg! Hagrid said sadly, "How small he was when he first hatched!" It's just a big ...... with a fingernail."

"Oh-" Luna sipped the hot drink from her glass, the rich foam staining her upper lip, but she didn't notice it, "He's so cute." ”

“…… Later, it didn't take long for him to grow up in the blink of an eye. Hagrid continued, "I hid him in a school cupboard, and it was only a few months before I could barely squeeze it in. ”

"yes!" Maca said with deep feelings, "The eight-eyed giant spider grows really fast, and it basically doesn't take long from juvenile to semi-mature stage. ”

"That's right, that's right......," Hagrid said, shaking his somewhat dazed head, agreeing, "if he hadn't grown so fast, he wouldn't have been discovered...... But it's not his fault! ”

"Actually, you can use the Shrinking Charm, it works—" Maca said casually, "get smaller, and even if others notice, they'll just be spiders that have been everywhere all the time." ”

"Oh, you know, the spell hasn't been so good with me." Hagrid drooped his eyelids and said, "The Shrinking Charm is too hard for me...... It's so hard......"

"Maka, you've got that horrible spider too—oh, I mean...... Eight-eyed giant spider? Hermione looked at Maca in surprise, and Harry's eyes widened in this direction.

"Yes, those little ones are still in the United States, protecting Sirius for me!" Maca nodded, "Oh, there's another poor bunch of kids. ”

"What happened to Sirius?" Harry asked, "That note he asked Hedwig to send us all freaked out!" ”

"Hmm......" Maca thought for a moment, then shook her head again, "You can leave the matter over there for now, and then you need to train the Defence Against the Dark Arts well, and then talk about other things!" ”

"But—"

Harry wasn't happy about it, though, as Sirius was his godfather. At the moment, apart from the Dursleys, he was left with only one relative, Sirius.

Although Sirius was not really related to him, he felt that Sirius was clearly a better fit for his family than the Dursleys.

"No," Hermione tugged at him, "isn't it enough to know Sirius is okay?" We really need to focus on the future training first, otherwise even if we know the most detailed situation, we will only be in vain if we can't help, right? ”

"With great power comes great power," added Luna in a trance, "Mr. Fosco once said. ”

"Mr. Fosco?" Harry wondered, "Who is that?" ”

For Luna's sudden famous sayings, Maca has long been used to them. But Harry and Hermione hadn't spent that long with her, so they were naturally curious about the punchlines that came out of her mouth.

“…… Probably 'Dexter Fosco'! One of the previous Headmasters of Hogwarts," Hermione said with a wink, "but did he say that?" Why am I not impressed? ”

"It's not the Fosco of Hogwarts,...... Luna said, tilting her head, "Fosco of Diagon Alley, the owner of the ice cream parlor." ”

"What? Ice cream parlor? Harry and Hermione's faces were filled with depression.

Just as they were both speechless at the fact that the owner of the ice cream parlor would say such a wise saying, Hagrid, who was lying on the table in a bit of a daze, suddenly raised his head and howled in his loud voice—

"Ice cream! Ahh Poor little Aragog can't eat it - he has diarrhea as soon as he eats it! ”