Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry put away his wand and looked at Aragog in surprise.

Ron and Hagrid were also surprised.

They almost never saw too fluctuating expression changes on Harry's face, they just read the memory of an acromantula

"Harry?" Hagrid noticed too, feeling uneasy.

Harry looked at Aragog and said softly, "What a huge surprise."

"I saw Barty Crouch Jr. in its memory."

Aragog didn't speak. It possessed wisdom, but its soul was not as strong as a human being, and it was still sinking in the shock of the Remembrance Mind. The magic power affected the soul, causing it to suffer unbearably.

Hagrid turned pale with a brush.

Of course he knew who Barty Crouch Jr. was, and he knew exactly what it meant for Harry to see that man in Aragog's memory.

"In fourth grade, or fifth grade?" Harry whispered, casting a spell on it to wake it up.

Aragog woke up, his eight compound eyes were full of panic: "You are reading my memory, you evil witch."

Couldn't finish reading the word "wizard".

It saw Harry raise his wand, with a burst of sparks, forcefully swallowing all the dirty words he had learned from Hagrid all his life into the Malpighian tube.

"I don't know what grade it is." Aragog shook his head.

Harry squinted, and his eyes became sharp and dangerous.

Aragog said quickly: "But I remember very clearly that you held a huge event in the castle that year, and there were dragons, sphinxes, and Hagrid's stuff called fried-tailed snails." .”

It was the year the Triwizard Tournament was held,

"That's when he started contacting you?" Harry nodded, "It's been almost two years, and he hasn't contacted you yet, yet he is still willing to believe him. Voldemort has been killed by me several times, and all he has left is One or two lives."

He said casually.

Aragog didn't speak, and the spider's expression didn't change much, but the emotions in its eight eyes were too obvious.

"It seems that he has contacted you during this time, how did he contact you?" Harry seized his emotions, speeded up his speech, and asked.

Aragog looked at Harry in horror.

This human wizard is reading his own mind!

Ron was amazed.

Harry's ability to read his inner thoughts through changes in his face and expression is actually effective on magical animals?

Harry raised his wand: "Do you want me to keep doing it?"

"No!" Aragog shook his head in fear, "I have met him again."

"Hagrid feeds thestrals ten times, and we'll meet."

Harry looked at Hagrid.

Hagrid snapped his fingers: "I'll feed the Thestrals once a week, ten times is um, thirty days?"

"It's seventy days." Harry never expected anything from Hagrid's calculations.

He turned his head and continued to stare at Aragog: "Is this where we meet every time?"

Aragog nodded.

Always in the Forbidden Forest?

There was a strange color in Harry's eyes: "Do you know how he got here?"

Aragog shook his head: "I don't know."

Harry waved his hand, waving his wand: "Tell me about your experience of meeting him, every time, in detail."

Aragog's eight eyes twisted together: "Oh, he is very careful, every time he uses your invisibility spell to come over, sometimes it is difficult for my children to find him."

"He is a very nice guy and brings us food every time."

"It's just that they were still fresh last year, but starting from this year, the quality has deteriorated a lot, and they are all mummy."

Hagrid turned pale.

Ron frowned and twisted, feeling the urge to pull out his wand.

They all knew what their favorite food was for eight-eyed spiders, and they also knew that the word that had the same pronunciation as "Mummy" pointed to human corpses.

"He came to visit and never mentioned their affairs. Even if I asked questions, he always said, don't worry, he will always bring us food."

"Although it's a mummy, it's better than nothing."

"Every time he would just urge us to have more children, or beg for some venom, he wouldn't stay for long, only about the time the moon had just risen to hang on that branch."

Harry followed its gaze.

The branches are very low, between half an hour and an hour.

Aragog tried hard to remember: "There are really only these."

"These are not detailed." Harry shook his head, pointing his wand at it, "What about the content of each conversation?"

Aragog held his claws dully, and after a while, he sighed: "Human wizard, you'd better look at my memory yourself, I can't tell."

too much, too long

It would have preferred Harry to see for himself.

The moment the words landed, Harry's wrist flicked.

Legilimency!

He continued to read the memory of this acromantula. Its description was short but very detailed. Just like what it said, every time Barty Crouch Jr. came over, he would never reveal his information, nor would he He revealed his whereabouts, left the corpse behind, asked about the scale of the giant eight-eyed spider group, urged them to ovulate more, and left without saying anything else.

What concerned Harry the most were the bodies he had left behind.

For farthest memory, the corpses were of people with their left arms corroded—people who were easily identifiable.

It's Death Eaters.

Those who were identified by Barty Crouch as betraying Voldemort were easy to deal with.

However, after seven or eight meetings, the corpse he brought to Aragog turned into a mummified corpse, drained of blood and life force, not entirely a wizard, but a considerable number of ordinary people among them.

This kind of death was not unfamiliar to Harry.

Voldemort was resurrected in the vault, and the people who were sacrificed were this kind of death.

Is it a corpse that was used in the vault?

Or was it used by other Horcruxes?

These illusory shadows in memory have no breath, no traces, and no way to serve as clues to confirm reality.

However, he can still confirm.

Among these corpses, there was no Karkaroff's corpse. The headmaster of Durmstrang seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was another shadow of an acquaintance.

umbridge.

After being expelled from Hogwarts, she disappeared in the castle and was teleported to a corner of the world, only to be picked up by Barty Crouch.

Even after she died, she was still very annoying. The acromantulas shared the corpses. No spider was willing to touch her, and no one dared to leave it to Aragog. In the end, she was thrown around and dragged to feed the young spiders. ——Of course, this may have something to do with Umbridge's death method. She seemed to have been enjoyed by trolls for a while. Harry couldn't smell it, but he could clearly see those things on her body that were stained with the name of trolls, or something indescribable.

It's just that ordinary people and trolls don't fit together.

Hagrid's parents, at any rate, the man is a wizard and the woman is a giant.

She didn't seem to be tortured for a few days before dying of humiliation.

As the memory became more and more fresh, Barty Crouch brought more and more ordinary people to the corpse of the acromantula.

Harry took note of their faces one by one.

Different regions, different waters and soils will breed people with different looks and characteristics. He knows this, but he has never studied this thing since he came back. When he returns to the castle, please ask Sirius to buy a few copies and think about it carefully. Maybe Through this method, the location of Barty Crouch Jr. can be deduced.

Harry withdrew from his memory and cast a spell to wake Aragog: "When was the last time you saw him?"

Aragog's voice was a little weak: "He just left not long ago."

"Hagrid only feeds the Thestrals once."

Harry let out a breath: "Is there still two months?"

"If I don't make an oath with you, will you kill me and all my children?" Aragog asked.

Harry nodded, "Of course."

"Even for Hagrid's sake?" it asked again.

"No, Aragog, I won't intercede for you!" Hagrid clenched his fists, his face was pale, his voice trembled, and he was even more sad than when Maxim rejected him, "You broke the agreement between us, how did you Yes. Oh, no, I left you in the Forbidden Forest because I promised Professor Dumbledore that you would never eat people."

"how could you do this."

Aragog said softly: "I have spent many, dozens of winters, Hagrid, and I have not violated the agreement between us. I have not hunted and killed humans, and I have not done anything to the students in the castle."

"He sent it over."

"A gift from a friend, a friend should not refuse."

Hagrid gritted his teeth: "That evil guy is not a friend!"

Aragog said nothing.

Hagrid turned his back and sobbed softly: "Harry, do it, my eyes are a little uncomfortable."

"It won't last long." Harry shook his head.

Hagrid was startled by a sob.

Aragog pondered: "Yes, I won't live long, maybe a year, maybe two years, Hagrid, I'm very, very old."

"One year?" Harry chuckled, "You're a bit overestimating your own lifespan."

Returning from behind the curtain, he is increasingly sensitive to the breath of death.

Aragog was surrounded by a thick and rotten aura.

"Six months at most, and you'll die," said Harry, and Hagrid's sobs grew louder.

He paused for a while, and waited for Hagrid to suppress his voice: "For Hagrid's sake, I can give you half a year to let you die."

"But, as the elder of the acromantula group, you have to sign a contract with Hogwarts on behalf of the acromantula."

"Besides, your current territory is too big, a small piece is enough, isn't it?"

Aragog whispered: "But my children need room to grow, they"

"Hogwarts needs acromantulas." Harry interrupted it, "Whether Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, or Transfiguration, I think some acromantulas can serve Teaching aids, teaching materials."

"Your children can mate with impunity."

"If there is any extra, just give it to the school."