Outside the hut in front of the Forbidden Forest lay a wide clearing.
But now, the entire area was occupied by enormous pumpkins three or four meters wide.
With such terrifying breeding efficiency, Vincent had always felt there was something suspicious about the Acromantulas' origins.
"Rolf, did your grandfather ever visit the Forbidden Forest before he left Hogwarts?"
"Yes—no!"
He said it with absolute certainty.
Unfortunately, even Cedric, who had the fewest tricks up his sleeve, did not really believe him.
George, who had the most tricks up his sleeve, caught the implication. "You suspect these big darlings were all raised by Hagrid?"
"If there weren't any in Mr. Scamander's time, I really can't think of anyone else capable of it."
Everyone turned to look at the moonlit pumpkin patch behind them.
Every single pumpkin was sturdy and plump. You could not grow them just by casting an Engorgement Charm.
"That makes sense." Hermione tightened her grip on the empty bottle in her hand. "At the very least, he should know where these Acromantulas came from."
"Ronnie would like this place." Fred put on his gas mask one-handed. "He's had that phobia since he was little."
"It's trypophobia." She handed the bottle to Vincent, who had already put on his mask. "I think that's perfectly normal, at least much better than Social Butterfly Syndrome."
"This patient, have you had an episode recently?"
"Thank you for the reminder, Dr. Wayne." After putting on her mask, she did not take the bottle back.
"You're welcome." Vincent shrugged at the other four.
Rolf should originally have firmly refused to join today's operation.
"Being a magizoologist costs a lot of money, right?"
"You can't travel everywhere on a broomstick."
"Feed, medicine for injuries, all that costs a lot too."
Before Cedric could say anything,