Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Aragog turned his head and said slowly, "Hagrid never sent anyone to our hollow before."

"We came here on our own. We are investigating the truth of what happened back then. Do you know any clues?"

"That was many years ago, many, many years ago..."

Aragog, who was woken up, was particularly patient at this moment and told them the old stories of fifty years ago.

A traveler gave the spider eggs to Hagrid, who loved animals. Hagrid was just a student at that time. He hid the spider eggs in the castle cupboard to hatch them and fed them with the leftover bread crumbs on the table. Until Myrtle was killed, others found Aragog and held him responsible for Myrtle's death.

Hagrid and Dumbledore saved it from being beheaded by the executioner from the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures, and it has lived in the Forbidden Forest ever since.

"Hagrid also found me a wife, Mosag, but she's dead now."

Aragog's words were full of gratitude to Hagrid. "Look, our family is so prosperous. It's all thanks to Hagrid... Out of respect for him, I have never hurt anyone."

Facing Harry's question, it did not hide it: "The guy who killed the girl, the guy who lives in the castle, is an ancient creature that we spiders fear the most. I still remember that when I felt the breath of the beast, I begged Hagrid to let me go."

"What exactly is it?"

"I can't tell you. I haven't even told Hagrid, and there's no point in telling you."

"why?"

Aragog sighed softly and didn't answer. Instead, he turned to the adult wizard next to him, his eight blind eyes dull and lifeless. "Who are you?"

"A professor at Hogwarts." Melvin nodded slightly, holding his wand. "I happened to run into some students wandering the Forbidden Forest at night. I couldn't stop them, so I followed them here to see what was going on. I'll go back later and give them detention."

"I don't think so..."

Aragog spoke slowly, waving his forelimbs as he spoke.

The moment they saw its signal, a dozen spiders nearby immediately raised their front halves, pointed the spinnerets at the end of their abdomens at Melvin, and spurted out silver-white silk threads.

At first, a silk thread wrapped around the thin wooden stick in his hand, and other spider silks wrapped it tightly, intertwining and sticking to each other, stacking and nesting. In just a few seconds, it was sealed into a thick cocoon.

Hermione stared blankly, the peaceful and carefree thoughts in her mind finally disappearing, and she began to panic.

Her intuition told her that the professor could not be subdued so easily, but the fierce gazes around her kept reminding her that they were now in the lair of a 5X level dangerous creature.

"Crack!"

The spider next to him bit hard and broke the wand he had taken from the young professor.

Harry glared at him. "What do you mean?"

Aragog then slowly added: "Fresh human flesh is delivered to my door, I can't stop the children from enjoying it. Goodbye, Hagrid's friends..."

"Damn it!"

Harry's roar was drowned out by the clicking sounds of countless giant spiders moving. Huge black shadows continued to gather around them and approached them. Aragog stopped talking and slowly retreated back into the depths of his spiderweb nest.

Ron also came to his senses at this time. He looked up and found that they were standing at the bottom of the sunken nest. The steep slope was densely packed with eight-eyed giant spiders. The shells collided with each other and made a clicking sound. Many pairs of dark eyes flashed fiercely.

It was as if a wall of spiders were advancing.

Hermione stopped her chaotic thoughts, took a deep breath, and clenched her wand with her trembling hands: "Break their blockade and rescue the professor!"

In the sunken nest, the dazzling light of the spell began to bloom continuously.

[Retreat the enemy three feet]

[Burning Flames]

【Whirlwind Sweep】

……

Deep within the hemispherical spider web, Aragog's eight legs slowly groped the mesh, following the familiar route back to his nest.

Lying on the soft sheepskin, Aragog quickly became drowsy. As for the fact that Hagrid might blame him when he found out about this, he didn't care much.

The few bits of humanity he had learned from Hagrid were all put to use in him. After living in the Forbidden Forest for decades, Aragog had become more devoted to the survival laws of the beasts, which was the root of the growth of his tribe.

The sounds of fighting outside passed through layers of spider webs and winding caves and reached the ears of the old spider. They were already very unclear, but through the vibrations of the spider webs, it could distinguish that those little wizards were more difficult to deal with than expected, and were prey that was more difficult to deal with than a pack of wolves.

Perhaps many children and grandchildren will die in battle.

The flesh cut from the four wizards was only enough to feed one or two spiders, and more spiders had to eat the corpses of their own kind to fill their stomachs.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Sleepiness struck the old Acromantula, who closed his eyes and muttered in a half-awake state, "That's how beasts are. Everything is for survival, everything is for reproduction."

"You're right. Living in the forest means following the law of the jungle. The strong prey on the weak, and only the fittest survive. This is something that all fox girls know. Since they voluntarily came to the nest, they should become your food. I would do the same."

The eight-eyed giant spider stood up in horror. It had been blind for a long time and could not see anything, but through the vibration of the spider web and the tone of voice, it could vaguely outline the figure of a young wizard.

He leaned against the inner wall of the nest, looking around curiously, holding a thin wooden stick in his right hand.

It had heard this voice not long ago and it was very familiar. But the young professor was trapped in a spiderweb cocoon, his wand was broken, and he should have been paralyzed by the toxins in the spiderweb and fell into a coma. How could he appear here!?

"You! Just now..."

"Is that what you want to ask?" Melvin raised his wand and waved it in front of its eight blind eyes. "You spiders have eight eyes, but your eyesight isn't very good. The one I broke was a branch I picked up on the way."

Without waiting for it to continue asking questions.

The magic wand emitting woody fragrance was waved, emitting a green light.

Dark Mark

Chapter 138 Professor McGonagall won’t blame me, right?

A dark red and black mark, slightly larger than the palm of an adult wizard, was branded on the limbs of the eight-eyed giant spider. The pattern was a skull with a poisonous snake spewing out of its mouth.

Melvin casually placed his wand on the giant spider's head, not caring about its reaction. He half-knelt down and looked at the mark with the help of the blue flames floating around. His dark eyes were bright, and he occasionally showed a thoughtful look.

The marked Aragog lay on the ground, with the black and gray bristles on his body standing up, and the other seven spider legs kept trembling, making a clicking sound along with the mouthparts.

Melvin gently stroked the mark on his forelimb. The mark was surrounded by smooth shells, and it felt slightly rough, with a frosted texture, as if it had been polished with something.

The emerald green on the skull and the snake's eyes gradually dimmed, no longer as bright as when the spell was first cast.

The Dark Mark is more than just a tattoo; it's a magical mark on the person cast the spell, binding their soul to the person they're marking. It can be seen as a communication system between Voldemort and his Death Eaters, used to mark locations, transmit warnings, and verify identities.

The Dark Mark created by Voldemort contained his unique soul and dark magic mark, and Melvin could not imitate this mark. What was imprinted on Aragog was just a pattern with a simple function.

President Dippet was right to refuse Riddle the position of professor. He was not a qualified professor.

Melvin studied the mark and whispered, "The foundation of this tattoo has been constructed, but the core is still empty. We just need to wait for Voldemort to return and he can easily fill the gap. But don't worry, he wouldn't bother branding the Dark Mark on a beast like you."

Aragog held up one of his front legs tremblingly, and the other seven legs were even limp on the ground, not daring to answer.

"Hagrid was still young at the time, but I heard him tell you that every day after class he would tell you what he had learned in class. Dumbledore was the Transfiguration professor at the time, and he always loved to talk about the principles of life and work. He would also read letters from my father to you..."

Melvin put down his front paws, retracted his wand, and asked, "You should learn something, right?"

Hearing the wizard's question, the old Acromantula once again recalled his childhood life in that castle and in that cupboard.

To it, Hagrid was a qualified breeder. After hatching from the eggshell, it was fed with the leftover bread crumbs on the table. Later, it asked for meat patties, steaks, and fresh meat with blood... Hagrid risked being discovered and told his roommate that he was big and easily hungry, so he put the meat in his pocket and brought it down to it.

Taking care of a young Acromantula occupied almost all of the young wizard's spare time. Hagrid treated it as a friend. It happened that the Acromantula could speak human language and would unconsciously talk about things in class. As a result, Aragog did learn a lot of what wizards called knowledge.

How to deal with dangerous animals in the forbidden forest, how to communicate with gentle magical animals, how to store food, what kind of nest to build in the wild in winter...

These contents were of great help to the entire tribe during the first few years of life in the Forbidden Forest.

Occasionally, they would talk about Hagrid's parents: his mother was a giant who abandoned them after giving birth to Hagrid, and his father was a short wizard who jumped onto a cabinet when he received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts.

Then he died, during Hagrid's second year, the year he hatched.

When Hagrid talked about this, he kept crying, crying and laughing, which was annoying.

He was later expelled from school, and Hagrid said that fortunately his father died early and did not hear about his expulsion.

There was a time when Aragog had longed for this kind of family affection. Later, Hagrid found him a wife who laid more than a hundred eggs at a time, and a full clutch hatched in three months.

In order to feed these little creatures, it traveled deep into the Forbidden Forest all day, fighting with those dangerous animals and coaxing those gentle magical creatures. Once, it almost offended the unicorns and was hunted by the two tribes. It was Hagrid who interceded for him and the incident was barely covered up.

Then winter came, and half of the little spiders in a nest froze to death. Aragog did not feel sad, nor did he cry like Hagrid. He even felt a lot more relaxed, and learned a lesson, which was not to lay eggs and hatch them in autumn.

This is probably what we can learn from humans.

Aragog buried his head in the ground. He couldn't see anything, but this action showed that he didn't dare to resist and tried not to anger the young but somewhat evil professor.

"As a tribe living in the Forbidden Forest, the centaurs and unicorns already have their own civilizations, while you Acromantulas are nothing but barbaric animals." Melvin shook his head, not expecting to hear any insightful answers. He just tapped the front leg with his wand.

"Click..."

The hard shell broke with a sound, and the eight-eyed giant spider twitched continuously in pain, but it still crawled on the ground, not daring to make any extreme movements.

The spider's legs fell to the ground, and orange-yellow flames rose up. The shell and flesh turned into powder in the quietly burning fire. The dark red black magic mark flickered for a while, turned into a gray-black smoke, and dissipated without a trace.

"From now on, you must restrain your tribe and not harm any human children. Otherwise, you and your descendants will be thrown into this pit and burned to ashes. Do you understand?"

Aragog suppressed the pain and said respectfully, "As you command."

After crawling and waiting for a while, it heard no sounds around it and the spider web did not vibrate at all. It knew that the professor must have left, so it slowly stretched out its legs and began to move.

……

[Burning Flames]

【Whirlwind Sweep】

The sunken nest echoed with the sound of the little witch chanting spells.

The flames ignited by magic fell on the surface of the giant spider's trunk, and the dry and dense black-gray bristles were instantly ignited. The bright orange flames flowed along the gaps in the shell, and then ignited the soft head and abdomen. The skin was charred brown, and the flesh was bloody and blurred, with the aroma of roasted protein.

The aroma of meat filled the air, wailing and roaring were drowned out by the sound of colliding articulations, and dense spider webs came from all sides of the steep slope. The giant spiders that hunted in the Forbidden Forest all year round hid behind the spider webs, ready to pounce, waiting for the three little wizards to be entangled so that they could rush over and have a feast.

No spider webs fell on the three people, and the spider webs were ignited when they were still some distance away from them.

The whirlwind carried flames, sweeping up more spider webs and spiders, forming a circular wall of fire. It was not large in area and momentum, but the reckless spiders crashed into it and were like moths to the fire that were ignited, wailing and retreating in a hurry.

Occasionally, a lucky spider would break through the blockade, but would be immediately knocked out by the repulsive spell, some of them would be dizzy and some of their shells would be broken.

[Retreat the enemy three feet]

Harry and Ron's faces were illuminated by the firelight, one with a resolute expression, the other pale with his eyes twitching constantly.

"Insects are afraid of fire, and so are these spiders!" Harry repelled two giant spiders that pounced on him. "Hermione, their fur ignites easily, so they're afraid of flames. Let's slowly move the fire circle and break out!"

"Spiders are arthropods." Hermione manipulated the whirlwind to control the direction of the fire.

"Now is not the time to correct me!" Harry said helplessly.