Chapter 313

"Uncle Hagrid, you are being superficial."

"Think about it, in Hogwarts, who comes to find you for tea and chatting more frequently than us?"

"If we don't count as liking you, then no one in Hogwarts can say they like you."

In Hagrid's hut, after John's pestering, he and Hermione were able to enter the hut as guests.

As soon as they came in, Hagrid was there pulling a long face.

Hermione had no choice but to put her seeking-help gaze on John.

John didn't be vague either; mouths are short after eating, hands are soft after touching.

He directly unfolded his pyramid scheme rhetoric and started brainwashing Hagrid... uh no, started guiding him.

"Sigh, Uncle Hagrid, you should be angry; after all, your closest friend didn't come to support your class, I would be angry too if it were me."

The first rule of pyramid scheme rhetoric: first recognize the other party's emotions and stance.

John directly helped Hagrid scold Hermione.

"You also know Hermione, she's a bookworm, wishing she could soak in the library every day to gnaw on books, only liking that pedantic knowledge, and lacking natural enthusiasm and closeness to magical creatures."

"This year, she was guided by Professor McGonagall and signed up for a basket of courses; it's only been two days since school started, and she's been so busy that her feet haven't touched the ground."

"Let alone you, she hasn't even accompanied me for long."

Hermione watched from the side as John took the opportunity to speak ill of her and even gave her a wicked smile, the veins on her forehead throbbing.

But she could only endure it and let John continue to operate.

"But, even if she can't find time to attend your class, she has always been thinking of you in her heart!"

"Look, today after school, she didn't even eat dinner and came to find me, hoping to intercede for you."

After Hagrid heard this, his originally drooping eyebrows lifted slightly, obviously moved by John's words.

But he still pursed his lips and didn't make a sound, just lowered his head and rubbed the corner of his apron.

Seeing this, John had no choice but to speak again.

The second rule of pyramid scheme rhetoric: confuse right and wrong, swap concepts.

"Ask yourself, in Hogwarts, who doesn't want to desperately sign up for your Care of Magical Creatures class?"

"But they sign up for your class for nothing more than two situations."

"One is liking magical creatures, and the other is liking you."

"And then look at our relationship with you? Beloved friends, brothers and siblings!"

"Whether we want to come to see you or want to see the magical creatures you raise."

"We can come directly to find you; there is no need at all to rely on attending class as an excuse to get close to you."

"Think about it yourself, in Hogwarts, who finds you more diligently than the two of us?"

"Harry (Senior) isn't as diligent as us, okay."

This series of rapid-fire rhetoric from John finally made Hagrid's expression loosen.

He always felt that what he said made sense, but it seemed like something was not quite right.

Looking at Hermione's guilty and worried expression, he finally sighed.

"Alright alright, actually I wasn't angry with you..."

Hagrid twitched his nose and looked at Hermione, pulling up an ugly smile.

"My old friend, Aragog, has been seriously ill recently, and he is about to die..."

"And maybe it's because of this that my mood is a bit sad, not in the state, and I also understand that you guys are not interested in this, so I don't blame you..."

When saying this, Hagrid couldn't tell if he was sad or had accepted his fate, just saying it in a low voice.

Aragog was the leader of the Acromantulas that Hagrid brought to the Forbidden Forest to practice with when he brought him to the Forbidden Forest during the Triwizard Tournament the year before last, and he was also Hagrid's pet, or rather, friend.

Hermione had also heard Harry mention it when she was in her second year, so she also knew him.

Hearing this, Hermione immediately came to Hagrid's side with a heartache and held his rough big hand.

"I'm very sorry Hagrid, for not coming to accompany you at the first moment."

John also restored his serious look and patted Hagrid on the shoulder.

"He should have lived for decades, for a spider, it can be considered a natural death, bless him..."

Hagrid naturally also understood these principles, but his old friend who had accompanied him for half his life was about to leave forever.

Who could really remain calm.

But he wasn't overly sad either, just rubbed the corner of his apron lightly with his thick palms.

"Alright alright, don't worry about me."

"How are you two, the new semester?"

Hagrid wiped his face and smiled at the two.

The two looked at each other and didn't say anything else.

"Pretty good, it's just that the Headmaster gave me a headache-inducing mission."

John also sat back on the wooden stool and complained while drinking the tea Hagrid had prepared for them.

"Oh, Dumbledore must trust you to hand the mission to you; you should be proud."

"Then I am truly honored."

John shrugged his shoulders and didn't care about it.

"By the way, remember to stay away from the Forbidden Forest recently, don't enter it at will."

At this time, Hagrid said suddenly again.

John was stunned and asked back: "Hmm? Why?"

"The reason is actually also on Aragog; after he was about to die, his descendants became disobedient..."

"Even I was almost hurt by those big spiders twice."

Hearing this, John frowned.

The Acromantula population is quite huge; if they collectively become restless, I'm afraid it's not a small matter.

"Is there no way to elect a new leader?" John asked.

"No John, I can't interfere with the Acromantula population; they have their own way of changing kings."

"Aragog also can't change all of this."

Hagrid sighed, the furnace fire flickering with a faint light on his stubble.

Hermione suggested from the side.

"Tell Dumbledore about this; he will definitely have a way to deal with it."

"I will tell him, but I don't want to trouble him; I want to handle this matter myself; Dumbledore is already busy enough."

Facing Hermione's suggestion, Hagrid still shook his head.

"You guys don't have to worry about this matter either; I am the Forbidden Forest guard, this matter is originally my duty."

Hagrid straightened his body, patted his chest and smiled.

The two had no choice but to nod silently.

It's just that this scene always feels familiar.

Dementors out of control, Giants defecting, Werewolves in turmoil, and now it's the Acromantulas' turn to change kings.

It seems that more and more Black Magic creatures are on the verge of launching war.

And all of the previous ones were related to Voldemort; will the turmoil of the Acromantulas also be like this?

School life continues.

These days, if you say nothing happened, actually quite a few things happened, but if you say what happened, it seems it doesn't concern us.

Death Eaters are still rampant outside, and news about them comes from time to time, or is published in the Daily Prophet.

But the school always maintains a superficial calm.

Until the weekend of the first week, John also finally received Professor Slughorn's invitation.

The first gathering of the Slug Club was set for Saturday night this week.

The invitation was sent to John's dormitory, and Hermione also received one, of course, and so did Harry.

But Harry declined the invitation because he had to participate in Quidditch training.

Good guy, I've always been the one playing the hands-off manager, and this time it's Harry's turn?

It is worth mentioning that Harry finally became the new captain of their Gryffindor Quidditch team.

This time he also has to be responsible for recruiting new team members and organizing future training schedules.

Thinking about it, he must be quite busy.

Just right, let me go to the appointment with Hermione.