A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Hagrid, seeing that they were all hidden, picked up his crossbow and went to the door.

Upon opening the door, Hagrid's expression turned somewhat surprised. "Professor Dumbledore."

"Good evening, Hagrid."

Dumbledore walked in, but he wasn't the only one; a sturdy-looking stranger followed behind him.

“Cornell Fudge?” Aaron raised an eyebrow at the short, middle-aged wizard with gray hair and a top hat in his hand. “Has the Ministry of Magic intervened?”

"You know him?" Ron asked in surprise. "He's my dad's boss, the Minister of Magic."

“He would come to my house every year, offering all sorts of benefits in an attempt to gain Gaius’s support, but I refused him every time.”

This person is good at putting on a show, but that's about it. Deep down, he's weak, obsessed with power and money, suspicious, and possesses a strange kind of overconfidence until the very end.

"Someone like that can be Minister for Magic?" Hermione said incredulously.

"They were chosen by everyone!"

The magical world is relatively peaceful right now, so leaving a mascot in that position isn't a big deal; at least he has the ability to maintain the status quo.

Ha nudged the two of them with his elbow, lowering his voice nervously, "Don't speak yet."

"The situation is bad, Hagrid, very bad."

"I have to come. These three attacks on Muggle-born individuals are going too far; the Ministry of Magic must take action."

“I didn’t.” Hagrid’s face paled slightly. “You can ask Professor Dumbledore.”

“Cornelly, I must tell you,” Dumbledore said, “I have absolute trust in Hagrid.”

Fudge waved his hand awkwardly, "Albus, Hagrid's record is very unfavorable to him, I have to take him away."

"Take me away?" Hagrid looked at him angrily. "Where to? Not to Azkaban, is it?"

Fudge felt a little guilty, but he didn't deny it. "I had no choice, Hagrid."

But don't worry, it will only last a short time; it's just a precaution.

If you are truly innocent, we will release you immediately and offer our full apologies.

The implication is that you're set to be the scapegoat for now, and you have no choice but to agree.

Harry couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to rush out to defend Hagrid, but Ron and Hermione held him back firmly.

Then there was another knock on the door, and Lucius Malfoy entered.

He looked at the three people inside the room and smiled with satisfaction. "You've arrived, Fudge."

"What are you doing here? Get out of my house," Hagrid said rudely.

“To be honest, I don’t want to go inside this at all…” Lucius looked at the small house, his tone laced with sarcasm and disdain. “This can be considered a house?”

“That’s the absolute truth,” Aaron said, pursing his lips. “My dorm room is bigger than this.”

“I didn’t come here to see you.” Lucius’s gaze swept past Hagrid and landed on Dumbledore. “I just came to the school on business, and they told me the headmaster was here.”

"Alright! What do you want from me?" Dumbledore's tone was calm, but there was a hint of anger in his eyes. He clearly knew that Malfoy's visit to him was not for anything good.

“I and the other directors agree that you should step down,” Lucius said, taking out a piece of parchment. “This is the suspension order, along with the signatures of all twelve directors. We feel that you are no longer in control.”

If the attacks continue, there may not be a single Muggle-born wizard left.

That would undoubtedly be a loss for the school.

"What? Has Lucius lost his mind?"

Even if you dislike Dumbledore, you shouldn't have kicked him out at this time!

This time, Aaron couldn't hold back anymore. It didn't matter that Hagrid was imprisoned in Azkaban; he hadn't done anything wrong. At most, he would be under house arrest and would be released soon.

However, if Dumbledore were to leave the school, the safety of Hogwarts would decrease by at least half.

If the heir is truly prepared to take a desperate gamble, a few professors alone may not be able to protect everyone.

However, just as he tried to step forward, Harry and the other two held him tightly, making it difficult for him to move.

“You can’t drive Professor Dumbledore away. Without him, who will protect the Muggle-born students?”

"Remember what I said, there will be more murders," Hagrid shouted.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to say.” Aaron wholeheartedly agreed with Hagrid’s point of view. “Anyone can leave, but Dumbledore cannot.”

“But you can’t go out now.” Hermione held him tightly, refusing to let go. “Calm down, going out won’t change anything.”

"Calm down, Hagrid."

If the board wants me to resign, then I will have no choice but to step down.

"But please remember..." Dumbledore said, walking to the corner and giving a meaningful look to the invisible group, "At Hogwarts, if someone asks for help, they will definitely receive help."

Aaron met Dumbledore's blue gaze, and an awkward smile appeared on his face.

As expected, such a simple trick as invisibility was no match for a great mage who had one foot in the holy realm; their words and actions had probably not escaped his notice.

"That's really touching." Lucius didn't seem to care, but he still feigned emotion and bowed, saying, "Let's go!"

Dumbledore followed Lucius out of the room, but winked at the four of them before leaving.

“Let’s go, Hagrid.” Fudge looked at Hagrid, who was standing motionless. “Okay?”

“If…” Hagrid coughed twice, glancing casually at the four of them, “I mean, if anyone is looking for something, just follow the spider.”

That's all I wanted to say.

Oh, and please feed my teeth while I'm gone.

The two walked out of the small house and closed the door.

Harry tore off the Invisibility Cloak, revealing the three people inside.

Aaron also deactivated his invisibility. He angrily looked out the window at the figures walking further and further away. "He found us. He definitely found us."

Especially the final explicit statement, it seems that Dumbledore wants to place his bets on us, and he is full of confidence.

That sixth brother, as expected, is a cunning and treacherous scoundrel when he gets old.

“That’s not a good way to put it!” Harry said. “I think there’s definitely something deeper in Dumbledore’s words.”

"I have to say something to you, Harry."

It's okay to trust someone, but you can't trust someone too much. You've only met Dumbledore a few times!

Chapter 183 The Spider's Lair in the Forbidden Forest

Hagrid was sent to Azkaban, and Dumbledore was forced to leave the school.

The news spread like wildfire the next day, and fear began to rage in schools in an unprecedented way.

Harry, Hagrid, and their friends remembered the clue Hagrid had given them before leaving and followed the spider, but unfortunately they couldn't find a single spider in the castle.

Animals have a more acute sixth sense than humans, and they may have fled the castle in a panic after realizing the appearance of the basilisk, their natural enemy.

In addition, the school was under much stricter martial law than before, so they could only follow the students in groups and be escorted by teachers from one place to another.

The once peaceful magic school had been transformed into a serious military camp, which undoubtedly posed a significant obstacle to their search.

Aaron didn't join them; following the spider would only lead him to Aragog.

Although the eight-eyed giant spider can speak human language, its identity, like Hagrid's, is that of a scapegoat, and very few people probably know about it.

In the gloomy atmosphere of Hogwarts, Draco stood out from the crowd; even in Slytherin, he was the most handsome guy.

Two weeks later, in a Potions class, Draco casually said, "I knew all along that Father would definitely drive Dumbledore away."

Now we'll have a decent principal, someone who won't let the secret room close.

McGonagall won't be in this position for long; she's just a temporary replacement.

I think Professor Snape would be the most suitable headmaster. What do you think, Aaron?

“I probably would have thought the same way under normal circumstances, but not now. People are panicking, and we need a principal who can keep things in check.”

Professor Snape, though powerful, was still somewhat inferior to Dumbledore.

"You just like to worry unnecessarily. Once the Muggle-born wizards are all eliminated, Hogwarts will be in order, and Professor Snape will definitely become the best headmaster."

"What are you talking about?" Snape stood behind the two of them, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Draco thinks you need to apply to be the principal; no one is more suitable for that position than you.”

Snape did not give a clear answer, but his smile became even more smug.

After Potions class came Herbalism class, with Professor Snape acting as captain of the guard, leading the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students in two lines to the greenhouse.

Professor Sprout had everyone trim the wrinkled figs, and Harry, Harry, and their friends unexpectedly discovered several spiders. However, since it was during class, they couldn't follow them and could only watch helplessly as they fled towards the Forbidden Forest.

At 6 p.m., all the students returned to the common room.

A knock sounded on the door, and Aaron sighed helplessly before opening it.

Sure enough, a moment later Harry tore off the Invisibility Cloak, revealing Hermione and Ron who were following him.

"We found the spiders; they're in the Forbidden Forest."

"So you finally figured it out?" Aaron's gaze became playful. "Let me guess, you're not planning to invite me along, are you?"

"Is there a problem?" Harry asked.

"Yes, of course there is, and it's a big problem," Aaron said seriously. "Don't forget the premise of our cooperation; I definitely know more about it than you do."

By following the spider, Hagrid meant for us to find Aragog.

Hermione noticed the name sounded familiar, and after a moment's thought, her pupils widened slightly. "Could it be that... the one Hagrid kept fifty years ago..."

"That's right, that's what I mean."

Aragog is probably as tall as a building now, and the giant eight-eyed spider is a carnivore; who knows if we were even good enough to fill its teeth back then.”

“No, that won’t happen,” Harry said firmly. “Hagrid told us to find it, which means there’s no danger.”

"What you think is just what you think; nobody knows the truth."

"Don't forget, Hagrid isn't at Hogwarts right now, so he might not give you any face." Aaron waved his hand. "I won't go, and I advise you not to go either."

The eight-eyed giant spider has a limited lifespan and is now old. Even if it's not senile and can remember things from fifty years ago, it probably doesn't know as much as I do.