Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 327, Section 325: Aragog comes out to whitewash the situation.

Peter is dead.

The person was almost split in two.

He died from the Dark Magic invented by Snape—Shadowless—which was released by Lily's son Harry himself, who then executed the traitor who betrayed Lily.

Even rounding down, it can be considered Snape avenging Lily.

While the attack of the Divine Edge can indeed cause injuries similar to being cut by a sharp blade, it is extremely difficult to inflict the kind of damage Peter suffered. Even Snape, the inventor of the spell, might not have been able to do it, which shows how profound Harry's mastery of this spell is.

Harry stared blankly at Peter's mangled body. He had expected to vomit violently, but surprisingly, apart from being a little pale, he felt no discomfort at all.

"If Peter truly repents, would you choose to forgive him?"

Dudley took a cup of cocoa out of his bag, heated it up briefly with a spell, and handed it to Harry.

He wouldn't be like Sirius Black, constantly saying things like, "It's for Harry's own good," or "Harry is just a child, we can't get his hands dirty, it's cruel to him," and so on.

The deaths of the Potters are a fact, and cannot be changed by simply saying that Harry is just a child. They were betrayed and murdered, and this is a process that Harry will inevitably go through and face.

It would only be meaningful for Harry to avenge his parents in person.

Dali will continue to support him with concrete actions, just like he is now.

"No, I won't." Harry took a sip of cocoa, a touch of color returning to his pale lips. "D-Brother, you taught me that mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, so even if he sincerely repents, I will still kill him, but I will make his death a little more comfortable."

Dudley nodded in agreement, completely agreeing with Harry's approach.

A person must be held accountable for what he does.

Perhaps Peter felt a tiny bit of guilt towards the Potters deep down, but it was nothing compared to his life.

If you ask Peter if he regrets it, he definitely will, but not because of the Potters, but because he regrets being caught.

"If he had been braver back then, if he hadn't chosen to inform on me, perhaps I would still call him Uncle Peter today."

Harry said with a sigh, taking another sip of his hot cocoa: "But there aren't that many 'what ifs' in this world."

"I've avenged half of my parents' deaths; the rest is Voldemort."

"Harry," Dudley said, "I suggest you don't say that name unless necessary. You can call him Tom or Tom, like I do. It's not out of fear. He put a 'forbidden curse' on that name to make others more afraid of him, and also to find out who is against him."

"He can sense the location of the person who utters that name."

"That name can be mentioned, but there's no need to."

"Unless you can reach Professor Dumbledore's level."

Harry nodded.

Dudley glanced at the silent Peter, waved his wand a few times intentionally or unintentionally, and then spoke to the woods beside him.

"Aragok, send your descendants out to wash the floor. Remember to make sure it's spotless."

The discovery of Peter's body is a troublesome matter, even if he was a wanted criminal, since this is Hogwarts.

Accompanied by the rustling of leaves, several enormous eight-eyed spiders crawled out of the forest, with the largest one leading them waving its chelicerae at Dudley with hatred.

"My descendants are not tools for cleaning."

Aragok, the leader of the eight-eyed giant spider clan deep in the Forbidden Forest.

When I first saw it, it was in very poor condition. Due to its age, its body had degenerated in many ways, and its eight huge eyes were covered with a layer of gray, almost causing it to go blind.

Unexpectedly, two years later, it seemed to be more energetic than before, even though it was originally in a state of waiting to die. No, it was not just that it was more energetic. Its body had also grown larger, and its two huge fangs gleamed with a sinister light under the moonlight, sharper as if they had been replaced with new ones.

In its previous state, it would never have left its territory with just a few of its tribesmen; there were too many things in the Forbidden Forest that could threaten their lives.

Although it sounded very dissatisfied, it didn't stop moving at all. The giant eight-eyed spiders it brought had already sprayed out thick white silk threads from their abdomens, wrapping Peter's body layer by layer.

They were cleaning up the corpses with incredibly skillful movements.

"You brought those four fire dragons into the forest, didn't you? Do you know what they've done to the Forbidden Forest?"

"They hunt with impunity in the Forbidden Forest, soaring through the air without a care, scaring the small animals so much that they tremble and hide in their burrows. There's not a single piece of food to be seen in the entire Forbidden Forest!"

"It's preventing my descendants from hunting properly!"

As it spoke, Aragog rubbed its fangs, making a hissing sound. Combined with its unique hoarse voice, if it were to let out a laugh similar to "hehehe," it could easily pass for an elder of the Soul Palace.

"so what?"

Faced with Dali's counter-question, Aragog's momentum faltered, and his words softened instantly.

"I hope you can restrain their behavior, at least keep them away from the depression where we live."

Although Aragog sounds like it's questioning, it's actually just complaining. It wouldn't dare question Dudley even if it had a million lives.

Yes, Aragog is afraid of Dali.

To be more precise, it was not just fear of Dali.

Look at the magical creatures that Dudley has tamed. Putting aside his natural enemy, the basilisk, for the moment, there are four or five fire dragons alone, which undoubtedly pose a great threat to the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider clan.

Even without the fire dragon, the battle two years ago alone was enough to extinguish its will to resist.

Of course, the main reason it truly obeys commands is not this.

Instead, Dudley possessed a potion that could extend the lifespan of the eight-eyed giant spider.

Aragog's condition improved because he took this medication.

Yes, it has become younger. It can clearly feel its body, which had stopped developing and was gradually aging, regaining its youth.

Therefore, for the sake of its race and for survival, it will forever obey Dudley.

"I see."

"I will tell them about it."

Dudley agreed to Aragog's request not for the sake of the giant spider's future, but mainly because he didn't want to disrupt the ecological balance of the Forbidden Forest.

"You can call us anytime if you need us."

Aragog spoke humbly, leading its people slowly into the forest.

The ground was cleaned exceptionally well; these eight-eyed giant spiders hadn't even left a single drop of blood behind.

(End of this chapter)