Ron, who had always been suppressed, finally exploded after Hermione was attacked, and the target of his explosion was Maka.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
This was the third time Ron had said this. He looked like a repeater that had broken down.
Maka was pressed against the door of the bedside table by Ron with all her strength, looking at him expressionlessly and without saying a word.
"Ron..." Harry came over and pulled Ron's clothes, but he ignored him.
He just stared at Maka's face, the anger on his face almost overflowing.
After the initial surprise and surprise, Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey hurried over and pulled Ron away. They looked confused as to what was going on between Ron and Maka.
Maka stood up and straightened her wrinkled robe calmly, but her eyes wandered to Hermione's face again.
"Maka! Don't you want to explain what happened?"
Ron was still yelling. Although he was held back by Professor McGonagall and could not rush over again, the anger on his face did not reduce by half.
Harry looked back and forth between Ron and Maka with a troubled expression, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Maka, I heard that you and Professor Lockhart discovered Hermione first..." Harry said, "I don't know... have you seen who did it?"
Harry said it tactfully, but there was also a hint of hesitation in his tone.
Maka didn't even raise his head, he just looked at Hermione and shook his head slightly.
"Of course he didn't see it! Because that's what he did, wasn't it!" Ron stopped struggling, he just stared at Maka hatefully and said angrily.
"Okay! I believe in Mr. MacLean, and you should believe him too. Aren't you friends?" Professor McGonagall pressed Ron's shoulders with both hands and said seriously.
"Yeah! Friend..." Ron turned away and stopped looking at Maka.
That night, Maka leaned against the window at the back of Hagrid's hut, remaining invisible and waiting quietly.
Harry and Ron did not come, probably because Harry did not get the hints he should have gotten from the diary of Tom Riddle, the young Voldemort.
Fifty years ago, the young Voldemort framed Hagrid and placed all the blame on Hagrid. Although feeding dangerous creatures like Acromantula without authorization is indeed a big problem, it has nothing to do with the secret room after all.
This was supposed to be an important clue that Harry got, which could lead him to Aragog, the Acromantula, which would at least make Harry understand something.
But now, Harry and Ron will no longer know about this old story from fifty years ago, and Maka doesn't want them to know now.
Nowadays, accidents involving students and even ghosts being petrified occur frequently, and the Ministry of Magic has taken action. Lucius Malfoy, who had always despised Dumbledore, took this opportunity to force other school board members to sign Dumbledore's removal as principal.
By this time, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, had arrived. Of course, Dumbledore himself came with him.
"It's too bad, Hagrid," Fudge said in a crisp, rapid tone. "It's too bad that it had to come. Four attacks on Muggles have gone too far, and the Ministry of Magic must take action."
"I didn't," Hagrid looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, "You know I didn't, Professor Dumbledore, sir..."
"I hope you understand, Cornelius. I have complete trust in Hagrid." Dumbledore frowned at Fudge.
"But you see, Albus," Fudge said uncomfortably, "Hagrid's criminal record is not good for him! The Ministry of Magic has to take some measures... We have already contacted the school board."
"Really? But Cornelius, I still have to tell you that taking Hagrid away will not help at all." Dumbledore said.
His blue eyes sparkled with a rare fury.
"Look at it from my perspective!" Fudge said, playing with his top hat in his hand. "I'm under a lot of pressure... I have to do something. If it turns out it's not Hagrid, he will come back. , not a word. But I had to take him away. Shouldn't I fulfill my duty—"
"Take me away?" Hagrid said, trembling all over. "Take me where?"
"The time is short," Fudge said, not looking into Hagrid's eyes. "It's not a punishment, just a preventive measure. If another person is caught, you will be released and a full apology will be given..."
"It's not Azkaban, is it?" Hagrid asked in a hoarse voice.
Before Fudge could answer, he heard someone knocking on the door again.
Dumbledore turned and opened the door.
It was Lucius Malfoy, striding into Hagrid's hut, wrapped tightly in a long black traveling cloak, with a cold, contented smile on his face.
The tooth on one side started barking wildly.
"You're here, Fudge," he said with satisfaction, "Very good, very good..."
"What are you doing here?" Hagrid said angrily. "Get out of my house!"
"Dear friend, please believe me, I am not happy to enter your - oh - you call this a house?"
Lucius Malfoy looked around this small humble room and sneered.
"I just came to the school to have a look and someone told me the principal was here."
"What do you want from me, Lucius?" said Dumbledore.
He spoke politely, but the anger was still burning in his pale blue pupils.
"Things are terrible," Mr. Malfoy said lazily, pulling out a long roll of parchment. "The Board feels it's time to let you go. This is the ouster order—"
"You'll see twelve directors have signed it. We feel you're probably not using your talents. How many attacks have there been so far? Two this afternoon, right? At this rate , there will be no Muggle students left at Hogwarts... We should all know that it will be a terrible loss for the school."
"Oh, what? What did you say, Lucius," Fudge said, looking panicked, "Dumbledore was deposed? No, no... We absolutely don't want to now..."
Maka leaned against the back of the room, listening to the conversation in the room, but her eyes kept wandering on the ground, seeming to be looking for something.
Naturally, he didn't come here specifically to eavesdrop on useless nonsense, at least that wasn't the main purpose.
"... Got it."
Suddenly, Maka squatted down, looked at the little spiders lined up on the ground, and thought to herself.
Now that the target has been found, there is no need to stay here. He followed the small group of spiders and walked step by step into the forbidden forest.
In Hagrid's hut, Dumbledore, who was speaking, glanced in the direction of Maka's movement, but his face showed no flaws.
…
As soon as the little spiders entered the forest, their speed suddenly became faster.
Maka had no choice but to light up her wand and run after him, but after a while, there was a loud clicking sound, and he suddenly felt a long, furry thing pick him up by the waist and make him hang face down. In mid-air.
This is a minor Acromantula, but its race-specific body shape still allows it to easily lift a teenage child.
Maka calmly pointed the wand at its sting-like mouthparts, but the other party didn't seem to intend to eat on the spot, but flew away with Maka.
The creature with eight legs is obviously very flexible and can still crawl very fast in the dense jungle.
Gradually, the darkness seemed to suddenly recede a little. With the bright moonlight tonight, you could see that the ground covered with fallen leaves was now densely covered with spiders.
He turned his neck and found that they had reached the edge of a wide depression.
The trees in the depression were cleared, and a large number of Acromantulas gathered inside.
They were not like the tiny juvenile spiders that scurried through the fallen leaves below, but each one was as big as two horses.
The giant spider clutching Maca walked down the steep slope toward a misty, hemispherical web in the center of the hollow, surrounded by its companions. After they saw what it was holding, they all excitedly moved their large claws and made a clicking sound.
The spider loosened its claws, and Maka landed on the soft dead leaves. He patted the dirt on his body and then stood up calmly.
The spider that had thrown him away was speaking. Believe me, this is not easy to hear because it clicks its big claws every time it says a word.
"Aragog!" it shouted, "Aragog!"
From the misty, hemispherical spider web, very slowly emerged a spider as big as a small elephant. Its body and legs are black with gray in color, and each eye on the ugly head with big pincers is covered with a layer of white.
"What's going on?" it said.
There was a clicking sound, and the two large claws moved rapidly.
"Human," said the spider that had just grabbed Maka.
"Is it Hagrid?" Aragog said, coming closer, his eight milky white eyes looking blankly.
"Sadly, not really."
Maka looked at the huge figure of the Acromantula in front of her, seeming to confirm something.
"Kill him," Aragog said impatiently upon hearing this, "I'm sleeping..."
"Killing me won't do any good—"
Maka looked at him calmly, took out a bottle, pulled out the cork, and made a "pop" sound.
"What... what!" Aragog suddenly clicked back for a long distance, "Oh! Damn - I hate the smell!"
Like Aragog, its spider descendants also retreated in panic, creating a circular open space in the somewhat crowded depression.
"Aragog, I think you should be familiar with this smell..." Maka looked at Aragog and said, "Are you interested in making a deal?"
"The wisdom of the Acromantula family is always overshadowed by their natural ferocity, which leads to the neglect of other races. But at least I think you should understand the benefits of 'trading'... By the way, I He is a student at Hogwarts and a friend of Hagrid. He told me the stories about you and Hagrid fifty years ago."