Dismantling the Fireplace

Chapter 700: Dismantling the Fireplace

"Aragog's descendants trusted me—but I—but I—oh, what have I done—"

Hagrid covered his face and sobbed uncontrollably, believing that all of this was his fault.

Yet Silvan did not see it that way at all.

"Come on, Hagrid, do you really think these are some magical creatures clinging to old memories?" He stepped forward and expertly stuffed the Acromantula into the Mokeskin Pouch.

"Put it this way: ever since the Acromantulas chose a new leader, they've had nothing to do with Aragog anymore."

"N-no, that can't be." Hagrid choked out. "I went to see them today—they welcomed me—they even agreed to help with my classes—oh, what have I done!"

Hagrid began crying again.

"I don't think they wanted to help you," Silvan said, rubbing his forehead.

Actually, during class just now, Silvan had kept feeling that something was watching him. Thinking about it now, it was probably that Acromantula, and it had likely regarded him as prey.

Silvan even suspected that more Acromantulas were hiding at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. If they discovered there were enough students in class, they might rush out for a feast.

Of course, that was only Silvan's guess.

Acromantulas were magical creatures with a certain degree of intelligence, and any intelligent magical creature living in the Forbidden Forest would never dare provoke Hogwarts on its own initiative.

They might dare kill students who wandered into the Forbidden Forest, but they would never dare come out of it themselves. Otherwise, Dumbledore certainly would not stand by and do nothing.

"Anyway, you'd better not go looking for them again, in case one day they decide you're food," Silvan said.

Seeing Silvan's serious expression, Hagrid began to waver.

Strictly speaking, this was not the first time he had accidentally hurt other