The nests of these "Ron-Happy Spiders" are easy to find; just follow the path with the most spiderwebs deep in the Forbidden Forest.
These spiders, however, are not very friendly.
The Hogwarts area was not clear tonight, and the intermittent moonlight made the wide depression in front of Silan appear somewhat blurry.
He squinted at the Hemispherical Web Nest in the center of the depression, noticing that it was shrouded in mist, with a few Dew clinging to the spider silk.
"Good, we didn't come back empty-handed," Silan thought to himself.
Sensing the presence of living beings, the giant spiders hiding in their nest excitedly crawled out, crowding together densely in the hollow like flowing black water.
The trees here seem to have been deliberately cleared out; when viewed from above, it looks like a puzzle piece is missing.
The night wind blew fiercely, breaking up the clouds in the sky, and strands of moonlight fell like white grains of salt, illuminating the entire depression.
Only then did Silan truly see that the wide hollow was teeming with enormous spiders with eight eyes and eight legs, each as big as a horse pulling a cart. Their jet-black bodies almost perfectly blended into the night, and the hair on their legs extended outwards, resembling short branches of trees.
The spiders excitedly moved their large pincers, making a series of clicking sounds.
The black water flowed slowly to both sides of the nest, revealing the misty, hemispherical spider web in the center of the depression.
The clicking sound continued.
After becoming familiar with the sound, Silan finally understood what the Acromantulas was saying.
Aragog, Aragog!
All the spiders were fiddling with their large pincers, clicking and clicking as they cried out, "Aragog!"
Silan's gaze fell on the center of the depression.
As the spiders called out, a spider the size of a small elephant very slowly emerged from the misty, hemispherical spiderweb.
He seemed old, moving slowly, and each eye on his large claw-like head was covered with a white film.
He's probably blind.
Aragog's massive body almost blocked the entrance to the cave. All the spiders bowed their heads and made respectful clicking sounds after he appeared.
Looking at these spiders, Silan recalled their description in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
Acromantulas, a Level 5X Magical Creatures.
This spider has long been believed to have been bred by wizards to guard their homes and treasures.
They are cruel by nature, have a fondness for human flesh, and when excited, their large claws will make a clearly audible clicking sound.
Its venom is worth as much as 100 Galleon per pint. However, obtaining venom from a living Acromantulas is almost impossible. The venom currently available on the market is usually obtained from Acromantulas that have just died.
These Magical Creatures have another unique characteristic: they not only understand human language, but they can even speak.
The enormous and aged Aragog rapidly shook its large claws, making a clicking sound.
"What happened?" he asked.
"There's someone," said the spider beside him.
"Is that Hagrid?" Aragog looked up, his eight white eyes darting around blankly.
"A stranger," several spiders very close to Silan said with a clicking sound.
Aragog was visibly disappointed when he heard it wasn't Hagrid, and shook his head irritably. "Then kill him! I'm sleeping!"
The other spiders immediately began to shake their bodies excitedly, their huge, round abdomens trembling up and down, making a series of clicking sounds like ocean waves.
Silan took out her wand and cast Lumos.
A white light emerged from the tip of the wand, gradually growing more intense, forcing the surrounding spiders back a few steps.
"I am Hagrid's friend!" Silan shouted.
The clicking sounds of the spiders abruptly stopped, and they all turned to look at Aragog.
The elderly Aragog hesitated. "Hagrid never sends anyone to our depression."
"I'm just here to collect some Dew," Silan said, holding up her wand, "So I don't want anything unpleasant."
"Unpleasant? No, not at all," Aragog said slowly. "Fresh human flesh is delivered to our doorstep; how could we be unhappy?"
The spiders made a clicking sound, as if they were laughing.
The black water they formed began to flow, quickly overflowing the depression and surrounding Silan.
The large claws clicked loudly, and many dark eyes Winky on the spiders' ugly heads.
Tsk, they don't know how to be polite.
Silan's expression instantly darkened, and she said coldly, "I said I was Hagrid's friend to give you a chance. You ungrateful wretch!"
With that, Silan snapped her fingers, and the Suitcase opened automatically.
He released the Basilisk.
As soon as the Basilisk's enormous body appeared, all the spiders were stunned into silence, and the clattering sound like ocean waves abruptly ceased.
The entire depression was completely silent.
Looking into the eyes of the Basilisk would cost you your life, making it a natural enemy for a spider with eight eyes. So, back in their second year, whenever the Basilisk appeared in the castle, all the spiders at Hogwarts would flee.
Even an elite Auror Squad might not be able to escape unscathed from such a large swarm of Acromantulas.
But Silan has Basilisk.
There's absolutely no need for me to take action.
The Basilisk's aura was like a death sentence to the Acromantulas, even though it was merely humbly prostrating itself at Silan's feet.
After a brief silence, all the Acromantulas began frantically shaking their large pincers, emitting a shrill, rapid sound.
"Basilisk! It's Basilisk!"
Don't look him in the eyes!
"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"
All the Acromantulas fled from Silan at their fastest speed. The black tide receded abruptly, and the soil in the depression was revealed once more.
The Acromantulas hid behind their hemispherical web nests and pushed the old Aragog out.
Aragog frantically paddled with his eight legs, refusing to come any closer.
His aged, dormant spider-sense, as if awakened by death, roared in a frantic response, "Don't come near! Don't come near! Don't come near!"
But in the end, he was still pushed out.
The Basilisk coiled its body, slowly lowered its head, and its long tongue almost reached Aragog's face.
Aragog's eight legs thrashed violently, almost causing it to lose its footing, and its large claws trembled, a far cry from its previous leisurely demeanor.
"My esteemed sir, you are Hagrid's friend, and therefore my friend as well. Is there anything I can do for you?" Aragog lowered his head as much as possible, trying to keep all eight of his eyes on the ground.
"Can we talk properly now?" Silan said casually as she walked down the edge of the depression.
"Yes! Yes!"
"You don't want to eat me anymore, right?"
"No, no, not at all." Aragog forced a smile, his voice trembling. "I was just joking with you. I'm so old I can't even chew anything anymore..."
The elderly Aragog no longer spoke slowly or in a sinister tone, and his long-blind eyes became clearer.
The Basilisk flicked its tongue and asked, "My noble and great master, shall we kill them? Just remove the blindfold..."
The spiders didn't understand the Basilisk's meaning, but their keen senses told them that death was approaching.
"Never mind, they're still useful."
Aragog buried his eyes in the ground and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the blind man seemed unable to see the Basilisk's eyes, his primal fear prevented him from facing Basilisk.
The other Acromantulas also pressed their eyes close to the ground, rapidly shaking their large pincers and making a series of rapid clicking sounds.
"I'll ask you questions, you answer them. No more nonsense, understand?" Silan asked.
"Understood, understood!" Aragog said.
Has anyone been here in the last 7 days?
"No."
Silan nodded and walked toward their semi-circular spider nest.
He held up his wand, its glow illuminating the surroundings. Spiders in the path pressed their eyes to the ground and wiggled their long legs to make way for him.
A single fluorescent point passes by, and the black water automatically separates.
Silan used a small silver teaspoon to collect a spoonful of Dew from the spider silk in the nest and put it into a small bottle that he had prepared beforehand.
This is his primary purpose in coming here.
Having collected the Dew, Silan glanced at the time. There was still time tonight; enough for him to complete the remaining steps.
Aragog sensed Silan heading out of the depression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally gone..."
Who exactly is he?
Why would the Basilisk listen to him? Could it be from 50 years ago...? No, the voice is different, and it's younger.
The spiders behind Aragog were like ostriches, with their heads pressed to the ground, their round buttocks sticking out, and their eight legs huddled together.
They were secretly delighted to realize that Silan was leaving.
Silan walked outside for a while, then suddenly stopped. "These Acromantulas have some other value; we can't waste them."
Thinking to herself, Silan turned around with a smile.
Upon realizing he had returned, all the spiders retreated in panic.
"Don't be afraid, friend." Silan smiled brightly and patted Aragog on the head. "After all, I'm not some kind of devil."
Silan waved his wand, suspending hundreds of leaves on the ground in the air. He then used Transfiguration Spell to transform the leaves into glass bottles.
These glass bottles scattered everywhere as soon as they appeared, landing in front of each of the Acromantulas.
"One vial of venom for one life, isn't that a good deal? Let's begin," Silan said with a smile.
The Acromantulas were stunned for a moment.
You want one bottle today, and another tomorrow? Do you think we're livestock producing venom?
The large claws made a series of clicking sounds.
The Basilisk lowered its body impatiently, its long tongue sweeping across the spiders.
All the Acromantulas immediately sprang into action, scrambling to insert their large pincers into the glass bottle and spraying venom inside.
Aragog, the King of Spiders, received special treatment from Silan; after filling one bottle, he received an empty one in return.
"You're old but you put in so little, you're not being honest," Silan said with a bright smile. "Another bottle, please."
Aragog weakly shook his large claw, then gritted his teeth and put in another bottle.
"If it can hold two bottles, then it can hold three. Let's do it again."
Aragog gritted his teeth and poured in half a bottle more. His eight legs began to shake violently, and finally, unable to support his body any longer, he collapsed to the ground, crying out:
"Not a single drop left!"
"Alright, I'll owe you then." Silan stepped forward, patted Aragog's face, and said magnanimously, "Remember to keep the Venom safe; I'll come back later. Oh, and it's best not to tell Hagrid, or I'll be in a difficult position."
Are you coming again?
Aragog stared wide-eyed, stretched out his eight legs, and fainted.
Silan collected the Acromantula Venom on the ground, finding it as satisfying as picking up money!
After taking inventory of the items, Silan thought, "I can proceed to the second step..."