"Hagrid's been in a really bad mood these past two days."
On the morning of the third day after the million-strong evacuation, Harry sidled up to Tris and quietly shared what he had noticed lately.
"So he noticed?" Tris raised an eyebrow.
"It would've been hard not to." Harry spread his hands. "Never mind Hagrid-even Fred and George noticed. They said they haven't seen any spiders on their recent trips into the Forbidden Forest."
Tris nodded.
Although they had only actually wiped out Aragog and the hundred or so core hybrid giant spiders with the strongest bloodlines, once the Wyvern had eliminated that core, the remaining spiders had lost their support. The other creatures of the Forbidden Forest, who had long resented them, had quickly banded together to slaughter them.
Some smaller ones that were good at hiding had surely survived, but they had mostly crawled into obscure corners and dared not show themselves, so naturally they were hard to spot.
"They're gone. So what?" Tris said indifferently. "Hagrid will just be upset for a few days. Give it long enough and he'll forget."
Harry and Ron were still a little uneasy, but after thinking it over, they felt Tris had a point and could only put their worries aside for now.
Tris had no interest in bothering with any of that bullshit, including Slughorn's memories. If anything, he was worried that Dumbledore would start getting strange ideas after learning what was in them.
Voldemort wanted to split his soul into seven pieces, which meant making six Horcruxes.
But he had only made five so far. If Dumbledore went looking for six, he could search until the end of time without finding the last one. Wouldn't that just waste time?
Compared with all that, Tris was more interested in the