By the time Harry woke up from his hospital bed, Maca had already left.

In fact, Madam Pomfrey was actually reluctant to let Maca go first, but when she was overwhelmed by a lot of Maca's theories, she had to admit that Maca was indeed fine...... Probably.

So, Madam Pomfrey turned her gun on poor Harry.

Under Madam Pomfrey's unyielding force, it didn't take long for Harry to understand that it looked like he had to stay in the school hospital until the weekend.

In the evening, many people came to see him, and they all wanted to make him happy.

Hagrid gave him a bouquet of centipede flowers, which looked like yellow cabbage; Ginny came with a flushed face and gave him a homemade recovery card, which would keep screaming some unknown song if Harry didn't close it and press it under the dishes or fruit baskets.

Then the Gryffindor team arrived, with Wood at the end, his voice hollow and lifeless. But he told Harry that he didn't blame Harry at all, that it wasn't Harry's fault.

Ron and Hermione, of course, had already arrived, and they had been staying by the bedside until the evening.

Everyone could tell that Harry wasn't in good shape.

But no matter what others said or did, Harry couldn't make Harry feel any better, because what people knew was only half of his troubles.

He didn't tell anyone about the ominous thing he saw, not even Ron and Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would laugh at him.

However, the only thing he wasn't sure about was Maca.

"Perhaps, Maca already knows something......" Harry remembered the warm, silvery mist that had pulled him along.

He pondered for a moment, but he had to shake his head.

By the way, there's also the black dog, which has already appeared twice!

Every time I saw the black dog, something almost fatal happened: the last time, he was almost run over by a knight's bus; And this time, he fell from a broomstick fifty feet above the ground.

Is that really ominous, as Professor Trelawney says?

If that's the case, then is the ominous going to haunt him until he's really dead? Will he have to watch out for this beast for the rest of his life?

"If you have any trouble, come to me, and I will help you solve it." - Harry inexplicably recalls what Maca had said to him.

But Harry always felt that he couldn't just rely on Maca, that wasn't what he should do.

The arrogance of the little lion will always spontaneously combust without fire at such a time.

Oh, and those damn Dementors!

Harry felt sick and humiliated every time he thought of them - everyone said they were terrible, but no one else was like him, they passed out as soon as they approached? No one else has heard the voice of their parents before they died!

And Maca can even chase them away with such a powerful spell!

Late at night, Harry lay in the hospital, and he couldn't sleep because he slept too much during the day or for some other reason.

He stared at the ceiling, the moonlight leaking through the gaps in the curtains.

"Oh, are the rain clouds gone?" Harry muttered.

At this time, it was as if he heard "her" words, and heard those words repeated again and again.

As the Dementors approached him, he heard his mother's dying voice. She tried to protect him from Voldemort; He also heard Voldemort's laughter before killing his mother......

All night, Harry woke up from his dreams, dreaming in a staccato sleep. He dreamed of damp, slippery, rotting hands and creepy begging sounds.

He woke up suddenly, but his mother's voice kept echoing and lingering in his head.

……

As Harry tossed and turned, in the hollows deep in the Forbidden Forest.

“…… Alagog, has there been a black dog scurrying around the woods lately? Maca asked casually as she prepared the potion for transformation.

"Black dog?" Aragog clicked and asked a few more questions to the children not far away, and then said, "It seems that there is one, but that little thing only moves on the edges, and rarely comes inside." ”

"That's good."

Maca wasn't going to make contact with Sirius Black yet, at least not yet.

With that, he shook the tube and walked towards Aragog.

The experiment had been done several times, and Aragog had gotten used to it—at least it wouldn't be as nervous as the first time.

As the potion was fed into its body, Maca sat down directly on a dead tree trunk next to it, quietly waiting for some change that might happen next.

Although the compatibility between the Transformation Potion and Aragog has been greatly improved in terms of data, a probabilistic event is always a probabilistic event, and it will not become a certain necessity just because you have expectations.

Seeing that Aragog's abdomen and feet were turning a little green, and his eight eyes were faintly gray, a state that had appeared in the last experiment, Maca just calmly recorded the timing and extent of the change, and continued to concentrate her attention.

It was at this moment that there was a further reaction from Aragog!

Its eight long legs trembled slightly, not only on its chest, abdomen and feet, but also on its back, which was covered with stripes, a dull green! Something like scales was spreading from its forehead.

"Shhh

He felt as if his skin had become tight.

Sensing this, Maca immediately took out a potion bottle, pulled out the stopper, and poured a small mouthful of potion into his mouth—it was the mandrake resurrection potion he had prepared a long time ago, just to cope with the current situation.

Although he was not careful, he was still tricked, but the bloodline transformation experiment was successful!

"Aragog, how do you feel?" Maca looked at the experiment record in her hand and didn't forget to ask about Aragog's status as soon as possible.

He had to keep a complete record of this precious experimental data.

"Yes...... I feel...... Very good! Aragog's clicking voice was gone, and it seemed that he had indeed changed a lot.

"I think I did gain the abilities of that thing," it said, "though it's mostly incomplete, but at least, I'm able to go into hibernation — it will keep me going longer." ”

"Your children will be more fully capable, that's for sure." Maca nodded, "However, I suggest you close your eyes, or your children won't be able to stand it, and neither will your wife." ”

"I think you're right...... Aragog said, closing all eight eyes.

It was only then that Maca was able to get a full view of the changes in Aragog.

There is no doubt that the change is significant.

At this moment, almost half of Aragog's body has been covered with a layer of fine snake scales like armor, and its size has become a little larger because of this.

On its back, the stripes were slightly blackened, while the rest of the stripes had turned a dark green.

Its chelicated mouthparts seemed to become sharper, and a faint glow appeared on them, as if hiding deadly toxins.

What intrigued Maca the most was a round red spot on Aragog's forehead—perhaps its offspring would also have horns like basilisks.

"Aragog, we succeeded." Maca stepped forward and patted its long leg casually, but his other hand was already gripping the wand handle in his sleeve.

"Yes, I didn't expect it, it really worked!" Aragog looked excited, "Thank you so much, this will give my clan more chances to survive!" ”

"That's right, my friend." Maka put her hand on its lap and continued, "Your people will endure as much as our friendship!" ”

"Oh, of course, my friend!" "When my next child is born," Aragog said, "I will move with my people deeper into the woods!" You can come to us at any time, and we don't welcome anyone but you and Hagrid! ”

Okay! After becoming stronger, it became even more cowardly......

However, this is probably one of the reasons why Aragog has been able to develop such a large group! It's also a kind of survival wisdom, and Maca feels like she can really understand it.

Perhaps, Aragog has improved more than just strength - Maca can't help but have such speculations in her heart.

It was only at this point that Maca let go of the hand that was secretly holding the wand.

After telling Aragog not to open his eyes casually, Maca left the hollow and went to sleep in the dormitory. Today's events were so tiring that he did feel a little tired.

Although the integrity of the soul had been confirmed at the beginning, the doubt of the permanent absence of emotions was also denied, and even today's successful casting of the Patronus Charm indirectly proves this.

But there is no doubt that "emotions are suppressed by some unknown force".

Casting the Patronus Charm in this state is not only laborious, but it always gives him a sense of unreality that he is looking at flowers in a fog.

"Should I be glad or helpless?" Marca lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking, "Well, actually, I can't feel anything. ”

The kind of touch he felt in Duke Bee's candy store that day, Maca suddenly wanted to experience it again—he felt that it should be the key to solving the test.

In a daze, the more Maca thought about it, the farther she went, and her consciousness gradually became hazy. Soon, he was completely immersed in his sleep.

The night sky after the rainstorm seems to be exceptionally clear, and the sky is full of stars shining with a blurry light.