"Hello, Aragog, my name is Amosta Blaine, and as Hagrid said, I'm a professor at Hogwarts, and..."

"Get out of my territory, stranger, leave at once, I won't tell you anything!"

Before Amosta could finish introducing himself, he was rudely interrupted by Aragog, who vigorously waved his big aoe and threatened in a deep voice,

"For Hagrid's sake, I'm giving you a chance to leave!"

The group of spiders dozens of feet away were almost unable to suppress their bloodthirsty desires, and they gathered closer, restlessly digging through the dirt with their thin limbs, their green compound eyes blinking rapidly, and the hideous mouthparts that repeatedly engaged and opened seemed to simulate chewing on the flesh of the thin humans beside Hagrid.

Looking at the restless spiders around him, Amosta's eyelids moved, and his expression didn't look as pleasant as before.

"Go back, Professor Blaine,"

Hagrid blinked and looked uneasy,

"Aragog and its descendants don't like people who are alive, and I haven't brought anyone here in decades!"

Amosta's footsteps didn't move, it was rare to have a chance to get a glimpse of the truth, how could he make concessions so easily, to be honest, he regretted letting Hagrid bring him here, if he was alone, maybe he would have been able to communicate more smoothly with these eight-eyed spiders.

"I respect you, Hagrid--"

Aragog circled in the hemispherical web in the middle of the crater,

"My sons and daughters obey my orders and never hurt you, but I can hardly stop them from enjoying the fresh human flesh delivered to your door, Hagrid, and if your friends don't leave, I'm afraid you'll have to go alone on the way back to the castle!"

"Let's go, Professor Brian, you won't hear anything useful from its mouth!"

The scene seemed to be about to get out of control, Hagrid said restlessly, but Amosta still calmly looked at Aragog below, unmoved, and had no intention of leaving.

As the spiders approached, Hagrid couldn't help it, he walked quickly to Amosta's side and stretched out his hand to pull Amosta's arm, but the moment his fingertips touched the wizard's robes, the swirls in Amosta's eyes began to spin!

The rain lines falling from the gloomy sky turned into raindrops, which seemed to break free from the pervasive gravitational influence, stopping their momentum and standing in mid-air.

The moment the dead leaves fell by the shock touched the earth, they bounced back into the air at a slow but determined speed, and the fine raindrops that were blown aside clearly recorded the trajectory of the fallen leaves, and this incredible and magical scene was reflected in Hagrid's eyes, making him forget for a moment the fact that he was immobile.

The breeze is there, the rain is left behind, time seems to be frozen, and space is like amber about to condense.

All the noise stopped, and the spiders kept waving their big crows, and only the compound eyes, which twitched slightly with extreme fear, proved that they were not dead.

Amosta slowly brushed away the fallen leaves in the space in front of him, bypassed the clusters of bushes, passed through the blockade of the small spiders, walked down step by step, and finally, stood in front of the blind old spider at the bottom of the pit.

"So..."

Amosta raised his arm and slowly pressed his wand against Aragog's head, his eyes overflowing with coldness, and his light voice seemed to contain the majesty of thunder,

"For Hagrid's sake, I'll give you a chance to tell the truth."

With the breeze blowing, Aragog regained control of its massive body, but it still did not speak, and its sharp teeth clucked against each other in its mouthparts worn out by aging, as if they were wiggling.

"Can't..."

Aragog's voice trembled, "That's the fear in our blood, and we can't resist it." ”

"It's hard---"

Amosta rubbed her wet hair in distress,

"If you insist on not saying anything, Aragog, I'll have to go to your head and find it myself, and to be honest, I don't want to do that, because it might affect your health."

"No, no..."

Hagrid on the edge of the crater blinked desperately when he heard this, and he struggled hard, but this condensed confinement of the magic in his body was similar to the petrification curse suffered by Colin Creevey and Justin Finchrie, and it could not be overcome by personal perseverance, let alone how hard Hagrid tried, he could only watch Amosta's wand shine again!

"Amosta."

Just when Hagrid thought that Aragog was doomed, suddenly a vicissitudes, a familiar voice sounded behind Hagrid, and before he could come back to his senses, a beam of silver light leaped over his body and appeared above the head of Amosta, who was about to move.

The silver phoenix flapped its wings lightly, sprinkling bits of fluorescence on the dark surroundings.

"It's foolish to make the decision to save some lives and destroy others, Amosta, let this poor spider go, it's already suffered..."

The magic around it was still solidified, but the silver Patronus, which carried Dumbledore's spirit and will, seemed completely unaffected, and it stood still in mid-air, silently staring at Amosta.

The cold air permeated with unspeakable pressure, and it was a silent encounter, and it was self-evident who was superior.

........

"I'm sorry, Hagrid, I may have done something rude to your friend before in the Forbidden Forest, I hope you can forgive me--"

In front of the wooden house, Amosta's tone was full of chagrin with an apologetic face,

"I don't know why, but in the last two years, I've had a bad problem, and it's hard for me to control my temper when others have a bad temper with me."

"It's not your fault, Professor Blaine... Aragog's temper is indeed very bad. ”

His face turned pale, like Hagrid, who had just recovered from a serious illness, and said with a smile.

The gloomy sky was still drizzling with a drizzle, and Amosta couldn't tell what time it was, but the Gryffindor team, soaking wet under the eaves of the stands and shivering at the Quidditch pitch, woke him up to the fact that it was time for lunch.

"Professor Blaine!"

Hermione, who was pulling out her wand and spewing hot air to bake Harry's wet hair, saw it at a glance, and turned from Hagrid's hut to Amosta, who was walking on the avenue leading to the castle in the middle of the courtyard, and was so excited that the fire from the tip of her wand almost blew Harry's eyes off.

"Ah, it's Miss Granger."

Because he ran away in vain and was 'humiliated' by Dumbledore, Amosta, who was in a little unhappy, walked towards the Quidditch pitch,

"What, something is looking for me?"

Hermione ran out of the eaves in the rain and delighted,

"Where did you go in the morning, I went to your office, but you are not there... I would like to ask, is it still the old time to write a reply to Professor Lockhart tomorrow? ”

Write a reply letter to Professor Lockhart?

Amosta was stunned, to be honest, Amosta hadn't thought about it since she discovered those interesting little secrets in Lockhart's office last weekend, but now that Hermione had brought it up..., it didn't seem like it would be good to ignore it.

"I'm sorry, I went to Hagrid this morning for something... Old time, Miss Granger. ”

Amosta nodded, and then, looking at Ron, who seemed to be disdainful of the topic under the eaves, and Harry, who seemed to be extremely curious about the purpose of his visit to Hagrid, his eyes rolled, and his smile was inexplicable.

"You'd better bring some help, Miss Granger, it's a bit too hard for the two of us to deal with those letters..."