The door suddenly opened.
"How did you know that name?" Hagrid stared at the boy before him in shock.
"Can we talk inside?" Tom asked. "I think this might be a very long conversation."
Hagrid eventually let Tom back into his hut. He poured himself a cup of tea but forgot to offer one to Tom. That name had shocked him, bringing back the tragic events of fifty years ago.
"Why are you asking about Riddle?" Hagrid asked again.
"I saw that he received the Special Award for Services to the School in the Trophy Room," Tom said. "Later, I learned that he received it for stopping a serious incident, one in which Moaning Myrtle was killed. I spoke to Moaning Myrtle, and she mentioned you."
"Moaning Myrtle." Hagrid took a large gulp of tea from his cup. "Yes, yes, that was the girl's name. I'll never forget it."
"They said it was me. Said Aragog killed her." Hagrid looked as though he was about to cry. Even though fifty years had passed, recalling that time still made him feel deeply wronged.
"Aragog?" Tom asked.
"Aragog is an Acromantula. I kept him in a box back then. He was so small, and he was obedient, not dangerous at all. He wouldn't hurt anyone..."
"An Acromantula?" Tom froze for a moment.
He had read about them in books. They were enormous spiders that could grow larger than trucks. They were intelligent, carnivorous, and possessed incomparably deadly venom.
A creature like that was not dangerous at all?
Thinking of how Hagrid also kept Fluffy, the three-headed hellhound, Tom gained an entirely new understanding of what Hagrid meant by "small" and "not dangerous."
But Acromantulas all had black eyes. What were the two huge yellow eyes Moaning Myrtle had mentioned?
"Was it Tom