Chapter 1524 Aragog's Funeral

If it was normal, let alone the invitation, Slughorn would have "run away" as soon as he saw the two of them.

"Is it incredible that he accepted the invitation? I think we've already succeeded when he heard that the venom is worth a lot of Galleons." Elaine said disapprovingly, "It's really greedy for money, what's the use of asking for so much gold?! "

Ai Wen didn't want to answer her question.

What do you want gold for?

What a naive question, why don't you need money!

Not to mention, the price of the things she eats every day is not cheap. If there is not enough gold, it depends on what Elaine drinks.

At that time, she will not ask what is the use of gold, but to find a way to make money.

Looking at Elaine who looked down on Slughorn, Aiwen felt that the road of education was a long way to go. After teaching her how to retaliate correctly, he also had to teach her to develop a correct view of money. It's not easy having a vampire classmate.

Think about it, not to mention a lot of extra expenses, but also to be bitten from time to time, to be fed blood every night, to teach the correct three views...

Tired, tired heart, tired body, Ivan felt his body was hollowed out.

The three of them walked towards Hagrid's cabin, covering their figures with the invisibility cloak so that they would not be seen by the people inside the castle.

"You're here!" The three of them had just approached the hut to reveal themselves when Hagrid opened the door.

His voice was hoarse, and his face was full of sadness and exhaustion.

"Hagrid, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, I'm just a little sad, but that's okay," said Hagrid, sobbing loudly.

He made himself a black oversleeve, which seemed to be made of a rag dipped in shoe polish.

"Sorry, Hagrid, Hermione and Ron can't come, it's too late, they..."

"It doesn't matter, it will be very touched if the three of you can come, especially you, Aiwen, it is very meaningful for you to come, you know, Aragog has always missed you. You saved it back then, and it is here Before I left, I still chanted your name, and I always wanted to thank you in front of your face."

"Well, I'm also very impressed with it." Ivan paused, not quite sure what to say.

Not so much thanks? He felt that the reason why Aragog could not forget him was more likely because he wanted to drag him to hell with him.

"You still remember him, I know."

"Yeah, it's a good spider, and I feel sorry for its passing." Ivan said against his will, "It's too sudden!"

"Thank you, Evan!" Hagrid sobbed again, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, "It's too old, but fortunately it didn't suffer much."

Ivan and Harry walked over and patted his arm comfortingly, which was the highest part they could reach without much effort.

Elaine looked into the room curiously, but didn't see Aragog.

"Hagrid, that big spider, where is it?"

"There! Outside!"

The three of them followed the direction of his finger and saw a rather terrifying scene, which was horrifying.

At the back of Hagrid's cabin lay a huge dead spider, its legs bent and tangled, lying on its back.

Aragog, in its present form, was less intimidating than it had been alive, but no less terrifying.

Or it might be even more terrifying, the skin is an unhealthy gray, Ivan never thought that the spider's body would be like this.

"Wow!" Elaine exclaimed, but took two steps forward to observe carefully.

Harry looked away unnaturally, and asked, "Where are you going to bury it? In the woods, Hagrid?"

"No, that's where it's sad, you know, many of its descendants died in the woods because of the students' siege and cleanup before, I don't blame everyone for doing this, but..." Hagrid said, wiping the corner of his shirt. Wiping his tearful eyes, "At the last moment of its life, it has not far returned to its original lair and forest. It said it made it sad, and I am going to put it..."

He didn't finish, sobbing again.

Ivan, Harry, and Elaine had to pat his arm to comfort him.

"Hagrid, we ran into Professor Slughorn on the way," said Harry suddenly, and the potion seemed to imply just that.

"No trouble?" said Hagrid, looking up in horror. "I know you shouldn't have left the castle at night. It's all my fault."

"Don't worry, it's nothing," Elaine said. "He's excited to hear what we're going to do."

"That's right," Harry explained hastily. "When Professor Slughorn heard we were going to Aragog's funeral, he said he wanted to come and say goodbye to Aragog too. He's gone back to change, I think." , he also said that he would bring some wine to commemorate Aragog..."

"Really?" Hagrid said, looking at the three of them in disbelief, with a look of surprise and touch on his face, "That, that, that guy is so kind, not only did he not report on you, but he even came to help you. Gork sees him off. Horace Slughorn and I never got to know each other very well. He had a crush on me when we were in school, but he's coming to see Aragog off? Well, he'll like it, Aragog ..."

Well, Aragog is supposed to like Slughorn, and he likes Alvin so much that he wants to eat him.

Slughorn's fat body is too delicious for the acromantula.

"Hagrid, you haven't said where you plan to bury it? It won't be in your garden?"

If so, the back garden of Hagrid's cabin would definitely be one of the scariest locations in Hogwarts.

If word spread, countless students who were bored and looking for excitement would come to pay their respects to Aragog.

"No, I want to bury it behind the pumpkin patch." Hagrid choked, "I've already dug the grave, I'm ready, I just think we should say something, beautiful, nostalgic, to make it feel at ease If you leave..."

His voice trembled and there was a knock on the door.

He turned to open the door, blowing his nose on a spotted bandanna.

Slughorn stepped through the door hastily, bottles in his arms and a black scarf around his neck.

"Hagrid!" he said in a low, solemn tone, "I'm sorry."

"That's kind of you, Professor!" said Hagrid. "Thank you very much, and thank you for not locking up the three of them..."

"I can't even imagine it in my dreams." Slughorn said, "Sad night, sad night, I suddenly remembered that Aragog should be the spider you raised when you were in Hogwarts, right? So many years in the blink of an eye, hey, where is the poor animal?"

"Outside," said Hagrid in a trembling voice, "shall we, shall we start now?"

Slugher nodded, and the five of them walked into the back garden.

There was still some cold evening wind blowing, and the moon shone dimly between the trees, mingling with the light from Hagrid's window, illuminating Aragog's body lying on the edge of a large pit, next to a pile of Ten feet of new soil.