If the Acromantulas' breeding rate was not controlled, the Forbidden Forest would probably become a massive dungeon instance in another decade or so.
Boss Aragog, hidden boss Hagrid.
Under the cold stares of the many centaurs, Vincent first took a deep breath, then straightened his small back.
"Hagrid, I don't think you should keep favoring Aragog."
"But they're all still just children—"
"No, no, no. Do you know I nearly die every time I come here?"
Though Hagrid's long beard obscured his face, Vincent could still tell he was pouting.
"I think the term invasive species should apply in the Wizarding World too."
The centaurs all nodded.
Over the countless years Hogwarts' Forbidden Forest had existed, there had never been a species that spread everywhere like this.
"But they only want to survive."
"They need to survive too!"
Hearing Vincent's righteous words, Hagrid wiped at his eyes miserably.
Everyone had selfish desires, unless they were saints.
Why were stray cats and dogs by the roadside neutered?
Wasn't it because their numbers would keep growing?
Was that cruel?
Being cruel to them was better than being cruel to yourself.
Hagrid understood, but he felt the current situation was quite good.
"I'll tell Aragog and have him properly restrain—"
"Impossible." Vincent shook his head in disappointment. "Even if he doesn't want to become the king of the Forbidden Forest, there's no guarantee his countless offspring won't want that."
"What do you want me to do?" Hagrid wiped away his tears and looked warily at the centaurs around him.
If reason did not work, only one method remained.
Compare the size of their fists!
Vincent took off his school robe. "Let's make a bet too.
If I win, you have to agree to one condition of mine;
if I lose, I'll never trouble