The Wise Hermes

Early on Saturday morning, Regulus woke up and saw something in his eyes. It was a spider face.

Baruk used a spider silk to hang himself from the curtain rail, with eight legs tucked at his side, only one spider leg away from the tip of his nose. It hung so quietly, eight amber The amber eyes were all facing him, and its chelicerae opened and closed gently without making any sound. As soon as Regulus opened its eyes, its chelicerae immediately opened and closed, making a series of clicking sounds, and the sound was crisp and urgent.

Yesterday Regulus said, let's make it more powerful today.

It woke up before dawn, climbed from the pillow to the curtain rail, sprayed a piece of thread to lower itself down, and hung in a position where Regulus's eyelids could just be seen. It waited for an unknown amount of time.

Don't make noises, don't make trouble, don't crawl on his face, just hang, stare, and wait.

Regulus The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Who can refuse to see such a little thing early in the morning, with its fluffy, dark red bristles glowing dimly in the Black Lake water, and its eight eyes staring at you in unison.

He stretched out his hand and pushed it aside. "What's wrong with hanging someone's face so early in the morning?"

Baruk swung in the air twice, cut off the spider silk, and landed firmly on the pillow, then climbed up along the quilt, lay on his shoulder, and opened and closed its chelicerae gently beside his ear.

It's probably saying that I'm not bothering you, I'm just waiting.

Regulus Let it lie down and sit up.

Avery and Alex were still sleeping, with the curtains drawn tightly. Alex turned over occasionally, and half of Avery's quilt was dragged on the floor.

He didn't care about them, he had business to do today.

After Regulus washed up, he came out of Washroom and bumped into Hermes.

It's rare for this guy to get up so early.

In just a short time, he had climbed out of bed, changed his robe, and hadn't even washed his face. He just stood in the middle of Dormitory, looking straight at the door of Washroom.

Seeing Regulus coming out, he immediately came over.

Regulus glance at him.

Hermes took two steps back, her eyes still glued to him.

Regulus walked to the closet to get the robe, Hermes looked at it.

Regulus took Baruk off his shoulder and put it on the bedside, while Hermes looked at it.

Regulus fastened the buttons of his robe, turned around and walked towards the door, Hermes followed him.

Regulus probably knows what this guy is thinking.

During the confinement yesterday, he kept looking into the depths of Forbidden Forest, stretching his neck so long that he wished he could get in first.

I got up early this morning and stood guard at the door of Washroom, probably feeling that he was going to Forbidden Forest today, and he was indeed going.

Regulus was too lazy to answer, so he followed this guy straight out of the Dormitory door, and Hermes followed him.

Great Hall on Saturday was much deserted than usual, and most of the little wizards were still lying in bed.

The food is still piled high as before, the bacon is fried to a crisp, the scrambled eggs are steaming, the bread basket is piled high, and there are several jugs of Pumpkin Juice and milk. There are a few little wizards who got up early, mostly, sitting here and there. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw lowered their heads to flip through books or yawned and poked at the fried eggs on the plate. Regulus sat down and ate two fried eggs, a few slices of bacon, and drank half a cup of Pumpkin Juice.

Hermes sat opposite him and ate faster than him. After finishing the meal, he stared at him, fearing that he would run away if he wasn't paying attention.

Regulus stood up, Hermes also stood up, Regulus walked towards the door, Hermes followed behind.

After exiting the Castle gate, Hermes glanced towards the east direction Forbidden Forest, and the suspicion in his mind was confirmed.

Regulus left Castle so early in the morning. Where could he go?

You can't just go out for a walk, find someone else, go out early in the morning to get some fresh air and take a walk, nothing will happen to you.

Regulus, impossible, this points out Castle, there is no other place to go except Forbidden Forest.

Hermes had a little pride on his face, and his whole person was filled with wisdom that I knew he had. That expression stayed on his face for a while, and then changed to a look of deep approval.

Castle Outside the gate, the sky is just bright.

On the morning of mid-February, the wind was still cool, the frost on the lawn was melting, and the stone slabs under my feet were wet.

There is mist floating on Black Lake, and the crown of Forbidden Forest in the distance outlines a gray-green outline in the morning light.

The whole Castle hadn't woken up yet, only a few crows flew up from the top of the tower, called twice, and disappeared into the mist.

Regulus stopped, turned around, and looked at Hermes.

This guy stood two steps away from him, with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slightly slumped forward, and the expression on his face was not yet clear.

He probably thinks he's pretty smart.

Regulus took a breath. "What do you want to do?"

Hermes said nothing, and his eyes drifted to the side, landing on a certain stone brick on the outer wall of Castle, and then floated back and stuck it there. Regulus asked again, "Are you going to Forbidden Forest too?"

Hermes nodded, very simply, without any hesitation, and confidently.

Wherever Regulus goes, he will follow. If he goes to Forbidden Forest, he will also go to Forbidden Forest. It's that simple.

"Why don't you go by yourself?"

As soon as these words came out, Hermes's eyes changed when she looked at him, and she was a little speechless.

He frowned, the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, and it was clearly written in his eyes, how could you ask such a stupid question?

How could he go to that place by himself? It was not like he was out of his mind.

Forbidden Forest Of course you can enter the periphery by yourself, he has been there alone, but what is the point of the periphery?

Who doesn't know the dangers of going in? He's not a fool like Gryffindor. Doesn't he think his life is long if he goes deep alone?

Regulus actually asked this, are you treating him as a fool?

Regulus Looking at him, this guy's face was full of matter-of-factness.

His courage is greater than his brains, and his idea is more upright than his courage. He knows the danger but insists on going, and he is very smart. He knows that going alone will lead to death, so he relies on him.

He thought about it for a moment and realized that there was nothing wrong with taking this guy along.

This trip to Aragog's lair gave Baruk a second transformation, using Human Transfiguration and cross-species ability transplantation. The source was the book <Transfiguration: Beyond Form>.

Nothing shady.

Magic itself is not evil, but in a big sense, it is just an experiment. How big a big deal can a second-year Slytherin do if he does some Magical Creature transformation experiment in Forbidden Forest.

What's more, Hermes, the good thing about this guy is that he has a mouth, he talks little, and he is obedient. He does what he is told and never asks too many questions. As for Aragog, when you go back to finish the work, tell Hermes not to tell anything about the place you went to. Go, that's enough. The reason why Regulus didn't let Aragog mention that he had been here before was very simple. He was afraid that the old spider would chat with Hagrid one day and let out the news that a boy in school robes came to my place in the middle of the night to do weird things Magic.

Hagrid knows it, and it will be spread to a certain principal's ears in less than two days. It won't be a troublesome thing, but Regulus is afraid that Dumbledore will think deeply about it, because he thinks deeply.

But that's something for later, so there's no rush to talk about it now.

Furthermore, this guy wanted to drill deep into the Forbidden Forest yesterday. He got up early this morning to block him. It was difficult for him to be so persistent. He moved so fast and there was still shit in his eyes.

Regulus didn't say any more, just nodded. "Follow up."

After saying that, he turned around and walked in the direction of Forbidden Forest.

Hermes's eyes lit up, he took a step forward and followed him.

The two people walked in the direction of Forbidden Forest one after the other.

At this time, there is no one outside Castle.

The morning light slanted through the tree crowns from the east, casting long shadows on the withered grass.

The fog on Black Lake was torn open by the morning wind, revealing the dark water underneath. A group of crows flew up from the other side of Forbidden Forest, squawking and passing overhead.

They walked along the edge of the lawn, not going to Hagrid's Hut. Regulus made a small detour towards the area where they were confined yesterday. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the dark edge of Forbidden Forest arrived in front of them.

Regulus walked straight in, and Hermes followed.

After walking out for a while, Regulus looked back at Hermes.

You have come, and you cannot come in vain.

"Go and catch Bowtruckle," he raised his hand and pointed to the direction he had circled yesterday. "To the west and north, there are some old trees. There is a nest hidden in the crown of the tree. Catch it alive and intact. The whole nest, don't get hurt."

Hermes was stunned, glanced in the direction Regulus was pointing, then turned around and left.

He took his hand out of his pocket and took out the wand without asking why or wondering why Regulus wanted this thing.

He does whatever he is asked to do. This is his advantage and what makes Regulus worry-free the most.

Bowtruckle, this gadget, Magical Level is indeed not aggressive at all, it is not poisonous, has no curse, and its bite does not hurt.

But they are eye-catching.

Those two twig-like fingers are sharp and accurate. They protect the tree at their own risk. No matter who you are, just poke it first.

Regulus did not tell Hermes to be careful, nor did he teach him how to catch it.

Hermes If his eyeballs were poked out by a tree stick, that would be the end of the world.

But it's okay, Madam Pomfrey has a trick, if it's not Dark Arts's injury, it doesn't matter to her, it's just an eyeball, if it's gone, it's gone, as long as the eye socket is still there, it will grow out if it grows.

Hermes probably doesn't need this reminder.

Regulus took a few more steps in, and then came out of the perimeter.

The tree crown gradually became denser, and the direction of Castle was blocked by several rows of old trees. Looking back, the spire of the tower was no longer visible.

He shook his shoulders, and Baruk jumped off his shoulders and landed on the ground.

Regulus raised his hand, pointed his fingertips towards it, and Transfiguration spell began to fade away.

Baruk's body began to grow larger, the carapace area expanded, the bristles changed from fine velvet to thick bristles, the eight legs slowly lengthened, and the warm lines at the joints flashed in the light that leaked out.

This time it was much faster than last time. Within a few minutes, an adult Acromantula stood on the rotten leaves of Forbidden Forest.

It looks bigger than last time, Dragon Meat continues to be supplied, and it may be longer.

Baruk's eight legs stepped on the spot a few times, making rotten leaves and gravel crunch, and then it ran away.

First, it ran around Regulus, and its eight legs landed alternately. The speed was so fast that it raised large pieces of dead leaves and grass clippings.

After running one lap, he ran again and again, running faster and faster, turning sharply in the middle, leaning his body to one side, grabbing the ground with his eight legs at the same time, drawing several deep grooves on the ground, and then he bounced up and changed directions and continued running.

It suddenly rushed up a tree, and climbed up the tree trunk with its eight legs. When it was in mid-air, it turned around, stuck its butt out, and sprayed out a thread of spider silk to hang on the branches. It swung out with its whole body and landed firmly on the ground.

It ran as soon as it landed, circling around the clearing at a speed so fast that it brought up a gust of wind. When it reached the edge of a tree, it suddenly stopped and a rotten leaf was lifted up from under its legs. It also hissed at the sky and grinded its claws.

After walking around for two times, it found a thicker tree, jumped to the top in twos and twos, and scanned the land where it grew up. Then it jumped up, spun silk in mid-air, collected the silk, and then spun silk again. It swung back and forth for three or four times before landing. The force of landing shook a bunch of dead leaves into the air.

It seems to like such fast and steady movement. When it lands, it will look back at the string of spider silk it has swung. The spider's head tilts, which is quite a bit lazy.

The ground rumbled and shook as it ran away, and fallen leaves flew in all directions.

It has regained its size, and is full of endless energy. Knowing that this is a prelude to becoming more powerful, it runs even crazier, fierce and joyful. Regulus leaned on the tree trunk and watched it play, and his expression became relaxed.

There were footsteps in the distance, Hermes came back, holding a handful of Bowtruckle in his right hand, seven or eight of them, all of them passed out.

It has a twig-like body, brown-green bark texture, a few curled-up green leaves on top of its head, palm-long and dry, several slender arms hanging limply, and two bean-sized eyes closed.

Just as he was about to speak, he looked up and saw a two-meter-long spider in the middle of the clearing.

Baruk He had seen this figure before, and his eyes flashed with envy and greed.

He came over and handed the Bowtruckle in his hand to Regulus.

Just then, Baruk ran back.

The noise was so loud that the eight legs flew straight towards Hermes. Just as they were about to collide, they suddenly braked and the eight legs slid on the ground for half a meter before stopping.

It lowered its big head, its eight amber eyes were focused on the unconscious gadget in Hermes's hand, and its chelicerae opened and closed twice quickly.

It knows that it is these tree sticks that can't even eat anything, and it is going to become powerful next.

So it stared at the Bowtruckle, its eight eyes full of desire.

Hermes also looked at Baruk. He didn't have that many eyes, only two, but what was written in his two eyes was similar to Baruk's. They were all about wanting.

His eyes slid from the dark red bristles of Baruk to the warm lines on the joints, and then stopped on the pair of amber eyes that were looking at Bowtruckle in his hand.

Regulus looked at these two people and raised the corner of his mouth.

One is staring at Bowtruckle, the other is staring at the spider, each wants their own thing.

"Take it," Regulus said to Hermes, and then called Baruk: "Come here."

Baruk moved his head away from Hermes's hand and rubbed it next to Regulus.

Regulus pressed one hand on Baruk's back, and put the other hand on Hermes's shoulder.

Snap, Apparition.