Chapter 279 There Is Only One Answer, I Will Be Loyal To You!

Chapter 279 There Is Only One Answer, I Will Be Loyal To You!

"How did you come?"

Hagrid was surprised by Wayne's sudden appearance, but he still brought him into the house.

"Have you had dinner? If not, let's have some together." Hagrid asked, putting the tea on the table.

Wayne sat on the chair, "I've eaten, but I can't have more."

Hagrid took out his ancestral rock pie again, which made the boy wonder if this guy only eats pie every day.

After quietly casting a softening spell, Wayne picked up a piece and ate it.

He waited patiently for Hagrid to finish eating before he asked: "I heard from Hermione that a friend of yours is dying.

"Yes." Hagrid's expression turned sad.

"Is it Aragog?" Wayne asked again.

Hagrid was very surprised, "How did you know? I probably didn't tell them, right?"

"Did I let something slip again?"

Seeing that the hybrid giant fell into self-doubt, Wayne took a sip of hot tea and said, "You only have so many friends, and you have known them for more than fifty years. They are either Aragog or other magical creatures."

"I'm just guessing, you didn't spill the beans."

"That's good." Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief, then became sad again: "As a spider, Aragog is too old, and death is inevitable."

"The last time I went to see him before school started, he was too old to walk."

Wayne nodded slightly and said nothing more.

After sitting for a while, Wayne excused himself that curfew would be coming soon and left the cabin.

But just after walking out, he circled back and went directly into the forbidden forest.

Aragog is Hagrid's friend and his means of production.

Many of the things he sells can be kept at such low prices, and the cost of the Acromantula venom can be ignored.

If the old spider was gone, the little Acromantulas gathered around him would completely break up, and "One Six Three" would be hidden in every corner of the Forbidden Forest.

When the time comes, it will be troublesome if he wants to collect them together.

And as a spider king who has lived for more than fifty years, the quality of Aragog's venom is not comparable to that of other spiders.

Except for the first time, he wastefully mixed Aragog's venom with that of other ordinary Acromantulas, and then collected them separately.

He had to go see it both emotionally and rationally.

And Wayne also has doubts in his heart...

Didn't this guy live until 1997 before he died? There was still a long time left, so he couldn't be just pretending to avoid him, right?

Wayne is very familiar with the way to the Acromantula territory and goes there two or three times a year.

Soon, he came to the old place.

Wayne put a layer of fire escape on his body. If an eyeless Acromantula approached, it would be burned to charcoal. After more than a dozen died, the rest of the Acromantulas began to be afraid of me.

Entering the core of the spider lair, Wayne shouted:

"Aragog, I'm here to see you!"

According to past experience, Aravak will soon emerge from the underground lair swearing.

But this time, after a long time, there were still only a group of little spiders surrounding Wayne and not daring to get close.

Just when Wayne was getting impatient with the waiting and was about to go to the cave to see for himself, an old and weak voice came:

"Little wizard...why are you here again, why are you just going over there now?"

Although it sounded like he was about to expire, Wayne could still feel the anger contained in it.

The young man smiled and said loudly: "Hagrid told me that you are dying. As an old friend, of course I have to come and see you."

"Or are you fabricating a lie to avoid me?"

After another long while of silence, Wayne heard a rustling sound coming from behind the bushes, and a huge spider slowly appeared.

"Why have you aged so much?"

Wayne looked at Aragog in surprise.

Generally, spiders can judge their age and physical condition by their body shape and lines on their bodies. Although Aragog was blind in the past, he was tall and strong, and his unbroken legs were full of strength.

But now Aragog has lost more than one ring of weight, and even his spider hair has begun to turn white.

Wayne was now certain that Alago Park was really going to die.

"Hmph! It's all thanks to you, evil little wizard!"

Aragog growled: "If you hadn't squeezed so much venom out of me, I could have lived at least another three to five years!"

"It's fine now. I won't live much longer. You can kill or chop me as you please. You can't even think of taking away a drop of venom from here today!"

After saying this series of words, Aragog's legs went weak and he became breathless, but his energy was much better.

He has been holding back these words for two and a half years!

In the past, he had always swallowed his anger in order to survive, but now that he was about to die, he let it all out.

Feeling Aragog's anger, the surrounding little spiders also became restless.

Wayne's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

Emotions are his fault...

But he clearly gave Aragog a sufficient recovery period, once every four months to six months. Other spiders could recover, so why couldn't he.

"Are you sure you don't want to give it?" Wayne pulled out his wand.

"Hehehehe...boy, let me tell you." Aragog sneered: "Even if you kill all my descendants and kill me today, I will not give in.

"In that case..." Wayne stopped smiling, raised his wand, and a bottle of water of life flew out.

The red liquid flew into Aragog's mouth under the control of magic.

"Poison? Can it be as poisonous as my venom?" Aragog said scornfully... But soon, he felt a change in his body.

Just like a piece of rotten wood, a touch of life suddenly appeared!

Aragog said excitedly: "Little wizard, what is this!"

"A good thing that can keep you alive." Wayne looked at him playfully: "Do you still want it?"

"Give it to me!" Aragog shouted excitedly.

boom!

A shock wave spread out, and the little spiders near Wayne were shattered into pieces.

The young man said indifferently: "Is this your attitude of begging for help? Or do you think you have the ability to steal it from me directly?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Dear Mr. Lawrence, I spoke too loudly just now, I'm sorry."

He became crazy because he saw the hope of continuing to live, and now he calmed down again because of the death of a group of descendants. Aragog said flatteringly:

"Isn't it just venom? I don't have much else, I just have a lot of venom."

"As much as you want, I can make it for you."

Wayne raised his eyebrows: "But didn't you just say that even if you die, you won't give me a drop of venom?"

"If you don't give me a drop, I didn't say you wouldn't give me a bucket."

Aragog immediately retorted: "We have cooperated so many times, how could I not give it to you."

After saying that, he roared several times, and hundreds of Acromantulas surrounded him again, but this time under Aragog's order, they obediently formed a few lines.

Wayne took out another bottle of water of life, and Aragog's breathing became heavy.

Wayne played with the crystal bottle in his hand: "Such a good thing must be given to your own people.

"The bottle I gave you just now was given to you because of the pleasant cooperation in the past. It should help you live a little longer."

"If you still want it...Aragog, it depends on your performance."

"Then there is only one answer." Aragog said solemnly: "I will always be loyal to you, respected master!"

As people get older, they become more afraid of death, and the same is true for spiders.

Aragog's obsession is to live, and the longer he lives, the better. Now that he has seen hope, he will not give up even if he and his descendants are drained.

Wayne was very satisfied with his attitude. With a wave of his hand, the water of life flew into Alavak's mouth.

A stronger pleasure than before came, and Aragog only felt that his body was getting better.

He hadn't eaten for many days and felt hungry.

"Master, I will create venom for you now." Suffering the urge to eat, Aragona knew what to do now.

"No need." Wayne waved his hand: "You are considered a sick person now, and the quality of the venom is not much better. I will come back in two months."

"You are so kind."

I don’t know where it learned these flattery words from, Wayne didn’t bother to listen [turned around and left.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly turned back and said meaningfully: "Don't eat too much. You will need to make up for the venom gap when the time comes."

After saying that, Gardevoir took him and apparated away, disappearing from the spot.

Aragog finally couldn't hold himself back, opened his bloody mouth, and attacked his descendants.

Around here...they are the only ones that are the most nutritious.

However, he also kept Wayne's instructions in mind, and after eliminating part of his hunger, he stopped and ordered other spiders to find prey for him, while he meditated.

As a spider, you can't just look at the present, but also focus on the future.

His body has improved a lot, but he is still old. If he cannot get that strange liquid in the future, he will still die.

But if he remembered correctly, Lawrence should already be in the third grade, right?

What if he graduates?

Can he just wait to die?

Seeing the hope of continuing to live, Aragog was naturally unwilling to give up easily and racked his brains to think of ways...

Regarding the Acromantula clan, Wayne had no plans to receive the items in the box.

There is no other reason than that it is too cruel, too ugly, and it will also affect the ecological balance in the box.

Just keep them free-range in the forbidden area. There are also natural enemies of Acromantula here, so they can grow stably.

As for after graduation, if necessary, he can come to the Forbidden Forest again.

Who says you can stop going back to school after graduation?

The first week of school went by very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was Friday.

Nothing major happened this week, maybe this is the normal state of the castle.

Oh, except for a few hiccups on Wednesday……………………

Ronald was taken away by Professor McGonagall because he turned in a blank paper for his vacation homework. Then the twins were deducted thirty points and had to clean the toilet for a week.

Invisible ink is really wicked, because there is no way to crack this potion yet.

The experienced Professor McGonagall immediately sensed the danger.

If the little wizard uses being pranked and using invisible ink as an excuse to hand in a bunch of unwritten homework, it will be a complete mess.

Therefore, Professor McGonagall immediately listed invisible ink as contraband, and would be severely punished if discovered.

Last Potions class in the afternoon.

Snape looked bad, as if he hadn't slept for a long time.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

After receiving material support from Wayne, he became rich again and started new research.

But the research direction has changed.

Lily has been dead for more than ten years, so the shaping of the body is his first consideration.

Secondly, there is the most elusive question of the soul.

for spirit

There have always been few studies on souls in the magic world, and most of them are related to black magic.

The reason why Snape's spirit is so bad is because every night he has to chat with the ghosts in the school to learn about the soul and how he feels after death.

You also have to go to the restricted book area to look up relevant information.

Running at full capacity every day, Snape's lectures became lackluster.

He had no intention of finding fault with the little wizard, which made this class surprisingly easier.

After class, Wayne happened to bump into Harry, who had just returned from training.

Seeing that he was still holding Hermione's customized version of the Firebolt in his hand, I felt a little strange and took a few steps to follow him.

"Harry, didn't you get any special gift for Christmas?"

special gift?

Harry was a little confused: "What do you mean? I received your gift, and I really like that magic photo album...

"I didn't give it to you." Wayne shook his head, "Didn't anyone give you the Firebolt?"

Harry was even more confused. He stopped and looked at him strangely: "Are you crazy or am I crazy? How could someone give me such an expensive gift?"

"Unless..." After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't say the next words.

Unless he is really a woman... maybe Wayne will give him one.

"Maybe I heard it wrong." Wayne made an excuse: "I thought someone gave you a Firebolt for Christmas."

"Who would be so ignorant that he would give me a fire crossbow?" Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"If that day comes, I can call him daddy."

Wayne twitched his lips and said nothing more.

Could it be that Sirius was out of money, so he didn't have Harry's Firebolt?

It shouldn't be...

Wayne couldn't figure out what was going on and was a little worried.

Isn't this guy about to die like Aragog?

Crookshanks must go out and find out how Sirius is doing.

Without Black, how can Harry be the heir to the estate and how can he make money?

2.2 The next day, Malfoy came to the classroom where he usually tutored half an hour early, and began to look forward to how surprised he would be when he saw him displaying his complete Patronus.

expression.

Finally at seven o'clock, Wayne and Harry arrived, and Malfoy couldn't wait to say:

"Lawrence, I have learned the Patronus. Can you teach me a new spell today?"

Wayne didn't notice the conflict between Harry and Malfoy that day, so he didn't know the news, so he was a little surprised.

"Then show it again."

Malfoy was waiting for this sentence, took out his wand, looked at the expressionless Harry triumphantly and shouted:

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Thick silvery white mist spurted out, and Malfoy found himself even more excited as Pote stared at him.

The emotion was stronger than the first time it was successfully performed, and the patron saint formed quickly. Finally, it condensed into a ferret, jumping around in mid-air.

"Very good, it was successful in the first try." Wayne praised: "Learning the Patronus in the third grade. Not many students can do this. Your OWLs exam, Defense Against Dark Arts,

The probability is '0'.

Having obtained the system for so long, although he cannot see other people's panels, he can roughly figure out each person's talent level based on the performance gap between people.

Like Malfoy, he also has talents ranging from A to B in dark magic and dark magic defense, which is considered good.

Hearing his praise, Malfoy was extremely proud:

"Potter, do you want me to teach you some secrets?"

Harry said coldly: "No need, I will succeed soon.

Wayne was suddenly curious as to what kind of memory Malfoy relied on to be able to use his Patronus so smoothly.

He temporarily saved his morals, silently activated Legilimency, and looked into Malfoy's eyes.

His expression immediately became strange. .