Chapter 419 Who Killed Sokas

"Ron! Ron didn't come back! Neither he nor Helen are in—" screamed Hermione, who hurried back to the Gryffindor common room.

"I didn't find them either—" Harry walked around in the lounge, "I've searched everywhere, running up and down the stairs! I think there are no places I can go except the professor's office and the principal's office." I searched all over..."

"Still on the way?" Hermione shuddered when she thought that they might be attacked by spiders, "It would be too bad if that happened, I can't even imagine——Harry, we have to go out and look for it!"

"...you don't need to go out and look for it!" Just as they turned around and wanted to walk towards the doorway, the fat woman's oil painting suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall took a step inside, "Mr. Weasley is in the school hospital now, and Mr. Miss En is with us—we found them on the side of the trail to the Forbidden Forest."

"Oh—the school hospital?" Hermione suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Yes," Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, "Mr. Weasley's situation is still lucky, but he was petrified - he will recover after a while, just like last time."

"What about Helen?" Hermione asked hurriedly, "Oh—I mean, Miss Shane?"

"She was seriously injured. Fortunately, before Professor Sprout found her behind Mr. Weasley, she seemed to have treated herself, but the effect was not very good." Professor Mike said.

"Hermione, let's go take a look!"

Harry said as if walking out, but was grabbed by Professor McGonagall.

"Not now!" She said seriously with a straight face, "You should stay in the common room honestly. The martial law has not been lifted, so you are not allowed to walk around at will!"

After finishing speaking, Mag suddenly turned around and was about to leave in a hurry.

"Wait, Professor!" Harry asked hastily, "outside—what's the situation outside? I told everyone not to open the windows to look out, but it also keeps us completely ignorant of what's going on outside!"

"..." Professor McGonagall turned around, stared at Harry and Hermione for a while, then glanced at the little wizards in the common room, and then said, "The spiders are dead, the rest The uninjured Aurors are investigating, and that's it - we're safe for now."

After comforting the group of young wizards with a slightly evasive explanation, she walked out of the door again.

"They're all dead? There are so many out there, it's impossible to count..." Harry asked in surprise, "How did they die?"

But this time, Professor McGonagall did not answer his question, but walked out of the Gryffindor common room without looking back, and walked quickly along the corridor.

"...I also want to know how they died." She shook her head secretly as she walked.

...

Meanwhile, the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Maca stepped on the magic book and flew over the Forbidden Forest at high speed. After passing the forest border, he rushed towards the school gate without stopping.

Over there, Hagrid was lying on the grass inside the school gate, the grayish white on his body seemed to be lighter than before. And right beside him, his younger brother Grapp was tearing up the corpse of an alienated acromantula with great interest.

On his huge body, only some parts were slightly white - the giant's powerful anti-magic skin prevented him from receiving too much damage.

Well, in fact, if I have to say it, Hagrid's thick skin's anti-magic ability is also different from ordinary people. Under the watchful eyes of so many spiders at that time, he could still persist in an incomplete petrified state until he met Maca, which was considered powerful enough.

At that time, Maca hurried back to Hogwarts, and he was the first acquaintance he met. Although the situation was urgent, Maca still gave him some Mandrake resurrection potion.

As long as it is not completely petrified, the effect of the medicine will be more effective, and soon he will be alive and kicking again.

After a while, Maca came back here again.

It is worth mentioning that,

When he flew past Glop, he saw that Glop abruptly stopped his habitual slapping movements, dropped the spider leg in his hand, and shrank back timidly.

Since the day Maca taught him to remember his name, he has used his simple brain to classify Maca into the category of "need to be on guard".

Maca didn't care about Grapp's small movements, he went directly to Hagrid and squatted down.

"All right, Hagrid?" Maca asked softly.

"Oh—your potion—it's pretty good." Hagrid closed his eyes, lying on his back stiffly, "It's better than the first time, I'm turning myself into a stone in the woods... just the eyelids." It's a little heavy."

"In a while, you should be able to move around a little bit." Maca casually poked Hagrid's belly a few times, as if to check the decrease in hardness, "Let's take a rest here first!"

"Thank you, thank you..." Hagrid's voice still sounded a little dry, "Thanks to little Gramp, he is really brave! I dare say, if he goes to Hogwarts, he must be a gran Fendo!"

"Yes!" Maca smiled and said, "But if it really happens like that, we must first renovate the castle...'We have to let every little wizard go to the designated classroom on time, instead of Let them say the door is too small to get in as a reason for skipping class'—Professor Dumbledore would have said so."

"Hmm... Dumbledore." Hagrid sighed sullenly.

"Don't pay too much attention," Maca comforted, "At least Dumbledore hopes that when we mention him, we can be a little more relaxed and happy."

"Yes, I understand, Dumbledore is a wonderful man..." Hagrid was talking, and suddenly changed the subject, "By the way, Aragog—how is Aragog? His child How did they get out of the Forbidden Forest? And... it doesn't look the same as before..."

"Well, Aragog..." Maca shook his head slightly and said, "...he is dead. He was bewitched by Voldemort, and in the end it was me who moved..."

"Ah, Aragog... oh..." Hagrid's tone was tinged with tears.

"Speaking of which, maybe this can be considered my fault!" Maca said in a deep voice.

"Your fault?" Hagrid said sadly, "What's wrong with you? I understand... I understand... the acromant is that kind of race, and that person who can't even say his name...is his fault. "

Maca shook his head aside, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

"...you won't understand." He said softly in a voice that only he could hear.

"Ah...poor Aragog..." Hagrid tried his best to bend his arms and rubbed his red eyes, "It stands to reason that he is quite old for the acromantula, I thought he could be quiet walking quietly..."

"Yeah...about 50 years old?" Maca agreed.

"...Did he say anything at the end?" Hagrid asked, wiping away his tears, "I want to give him a slightly decent funeral, he can't stay in the woods waiting to be eaten by his children... "

"I've already brought him out." Maca patted Hagrid on the shoulder, and said quietly, "Well...he finally said...he said 'thank you'."

"...he said he had to thank you, Hagrid." Maca repeated.

Of course he didn't remember Aragog's last words wrongly, but what's the point of saying "sorry" at this time? It shouldn't be Aragog who needs to apologize.

"Wait for Hogwarts to be quiet, then let's hold a funeral for Aragog!" Maca sighed, "Call Harry and the others—Acromantula is a race that likes to be lively, because You see, they're always a big family."

"That's right!" Hagrid howled.

After a while, when Hagrid was able to walk on his own, Maca sent him and Grapp back to the front of the hunting lodge.

"Leave it to me!" Hagrid said in a low mood, "I'll bring little Gramp back to the woods... But, he must have been seen by everyone this time, right?"

"It's all right," Maca waved his hands. "Hasn't he been quieter lately? He seems to be much more honest."

"Hmm..." Hagrid looked at the cautious Gropp and said, "I'm getting used to it, but it's not usually so quiet... I think it's probably because of you."

"Really?" Maca also glanced at it, and then said, "Don't worry, he didn't do anything to hurt the victim this time, I'll go and explain it to Professor McGonagall... Then, I Let's go first!"

"Ah! Okay!" Hagrid nodded, "Thanks for the potion—"

After separating from Hagrid and Grop, Maca walked around the school grounds non-stop, and only went to the castle after he found that there were no other victims.

The first thing he did after he entered the castle was to check the school hospital. After all, if someone was injured or petrified, they were bound to be sent there.

But at the entrance of the school hospital, he saw a hospital bed covered with a large white cloth. Judging from the undulating outline of the white cloth, there is obviously a person underneath.

Maca waved his hand immediately, and the white cloth immediately floated up, revealing the person covered.

"Sokas?"

Lying on the hospital bed under the white cloth was the pale Sokas. Judging by the lifeless look in the widened eyes, it is obvious that he is already dead.

Maca immediately reached out and patted him around, but found that there didn't seem to be any injuries.

"...Dead?" He stretched out his magic power to check, but his brows gradually wrinkled, "There are signs of being hit by the death curse, and it must have been a while..."

"...So, who killed Sokas? And who was it that I met in the spider's lair?"