I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 161 Spider Teaches You How to Be a Person

To be honest, ever since they met Hermione, she has been constantly redefining Harry and Ron's understanding of her.

But Ron swore he had never imagined, or dared to imagine, that Hermione could be so agile. He didn't know who she had trained with, but it was most likely Bordeaux from Irithyll of the Boreal Valley.

She darted onto Aragog's back in no time, and with a flick of her small hand, a bright blue magic lightsaber appeared in her hand, along with sixteen blue longswords on her shoulders and neck.

The sword tip was pointed directly at Aragog's eyes, which were covered in white film. Even though Aragog was blind, he could clearly feel the flickering blue light emanating from the sword tip.

Blind, but not completely blind; cataracts do not mean you can't see at all.

The giant spiders, which had been eager to move forward, immediately stopped in their tracks. Even the one that was about to touch Harry's back paused.

The clicking sounds grew more frequent, rapid, and chaotic.

"Let go... Aragog!" The first spider cried out, its anxiety genuine and unmistakable.

After all, Aragog is the ancestor of the entire tribe. How could he be held hostage by a female human cub in front of the entire tribe?

"Make way! Your ancestors' lives are in my hands!" Hermione shouted.

The eight-eyed giant spiders looked at each other, unsure of what to do; this was truly the first time they had encountered such a situation.

"Order them! Make way!" Hermione hissed at Aragog again.

Aragog seemed terrified, and after a long pause, he reluctantly said, "I'm old enough, I've lived long enough..."

"Behave yourself!" Hermione pointed her wand forward, pricking Aragog's blind eye.

A strange thing happened: the white film on his eyes melted away rapidly when the blue lightsaber touched it, just like ice and snow touching a hot iron.

Aragog has finally regained its light.

Looking at the densely packed spiders that filled the valley in the distance, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

He, who had been somewhat weary of life, suddenly didn't want to die.

"Alright... make way, Taquera," Aragog shouted.

The first giant spider, Tacquira, reluctantly turned around, wiggling its eight long legs, and chattered away for a long time.

The eight-eyed giant spider wall collapsed with a roar, quickly creating a path.

"Harry! Get Assistant Tifa out!" Hermione shouted.

Harry quickly took out his wand and used Shatter on the spider web.

The spiderweb exploded, revealing Tifa's pale face. But since it was close to her body, the shockwave hit Tifa in the stomach, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood, which made the spider swarm even more agitated.

The taste of fresh blood is something both the spider and you want to know.

The eight-eyed giant spider was already itching to attack, but Ron was quick-witted. He unleashed a thunderous explosion right in front of the giant spider, causing it neither excessive damage nor serious injury, but enough to frighten it.

Taquera emitted a series of rapid clicking sounds, and the eight-eyed giant spiders reluctantly quieted down and slowly retreated.

"Where am I?" Tifa looked around in confusion. The large spiders around her gave her the creeps—after all, she was a girl, and her ability to accept such grotesque creatures as spiders was still a bit lacking.

Actually, it's not just girls, boys can't accept it either, okay?

"No time to explain, Assistant Tifa." Harley nudged Tifa with her elbow. "Let's wait for Hermione to come up with a solution first..."

Goodness, let's wait for Hermione to come up with a solution.

The existence of a dependency is a given.

"Tifa, the teaching assistant? Are you calling me that? Huh..." Tifa looked bewildered.

She knew this wasn't the time to talk about this, so she could only look at the little girl riding the giant spider in the distance and wait for her to make a decision.

This must be Hermione. She looks really cool. She thought to herself.

"Have them send a few spiders to get us out of here!" Hermione ordered Aragog, her tone extremely unfriendly.

Circumstances dictate that Aragog had no choice but to comply.

As Hermione spoke, a lightsaber shot out from her shoulder, slicing through a large tree as thick as a bowl in the distance.

The tree crashed to the ground amidst the spiders' astonished gazes.

Hermione was establishing her authority; she snorted and shouted, "No tricks allowed on the road, or my magic will tear you to shreds!"

Seeing three spiders "voluntarily" emerge, Hermione said to the two useless men, "Alright, you two choose one to go up..."

Harry didn't care and flipped onto the spider swiftly and cleanly, but Ron was different. He stared blankly at the spider in front of him, his face pale, completely dumbfounded.

"Ronald! Hurry up!" Hermione was getting impatient. Was this the time to be picky?

At the crucial moment, Tifa scooped up Ron and, without a word, sat on the spider's back.

Toothpick scurried onto Harry's spider. Hermione, seeing everyone was ready, patted Aragog: "Alright, shall we set off?"

Aragok paused for a moment, then composed a string of lies: "Kid, I'm getting on in years, my legs aren't so nimble anymore. How about I call someone younger for you..."

"Stop playing tricks! What if you go back on your word after I let you go! Behave yourself! If you don't leave, I'll kill you!" Hermione's tone was resolute, and it seemed she had Aragog firmly under her thumb.

Helpless, Aragog saw that she wasn't taking the bait, so he could only stride away on his eight long legs.

"Wait!" Hermione said. "Stop for a second, let the two of them go first."

She was referring to the spider that Harry and Ron were riding.

Aragog made a clicking sound, and the order of the group changed, with Hermione and Aragog walking at the back.

"Kid, you'd better hold on tight, old Aragog doesn't want to be accidentally stabbed to death by you..." Aragog admitted fearfully.

That lightsaber terrified the spider; it looked like something not to be trifled with.

Hermione said nothing, but cast several reinforcement spells on herself to prevent her from falling off Aragog's back.

To be honest, sitting on this backrest feels pretty good, except it's a bit prickly on my thighs and super itchy...

It was probably a trace amount of toxin in the hair of the giant spider; in any case, Hermione was extremely uncomfortable, and she could only try to pull her skirt down to avoid the spider hairs hurting more of her skin.

She glanced back casually and saw the swarm of eight-eyed giant spiders trailing behind them; the sight of them covering the entire mountainside and stretching as far as the eye could see sent chills down her spine.

"What are you doing? Send them back," Hermione ordered uneasily.

But Aragog did not accept Hermione's order this time. Instead, he said leisurely, "Child, you can't force me on this. My children care about my safety. They are also worried that you might turn around and kill me if you leave."

"We won't do that!" Hermione protested.

"Look, if you don't trust me, why should we trust you?" Aragog's words were sharp, leaving Hermione speechless.

But Hermione is different from Catherine. Catherine doesn't reason with anyone except Louise, while Hermione is more bookish and values ​​reason.

Since Aragog made sense, she felt embarrassed to refute him.

Of course, if it were Catherine, whether these giant eight-eyed spiders would be enough for her to burn with her Fiery Blaze is another matter entirely...

The return journey was relatively quick; the eight-eyed giant spiders were quite fast, and they reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest in just over half an hour. The eight-eyed giant spiders from the Aragog tribe followed closely behind the team, showing no sign of giving up.

Hagrid's cabin was already in sight, but the eight-eyed spiders stopped in their tracks and refused to go any further. No matter how Hermione threatened them, they just stood there staring at them without moving.

Aragog sensed Hermione's displeasure on his back. In fact, he also saw it. The spider's perspective was strange, perhaps due to the special structure of its eyes. At least they were different from humans. They had eight eyes, which moved very flexibly, giving them a much wider field of vision than humans.

It said, "Alright, that's enough for now."

He quickly realized this was inappropriate and added, "Hagrid and I had an agreement that my offspring would not be located too close to Hogwarts."

"But what if you break the agreement and hunt us down?" Hermione was genuinely worried about the spiders. After all, she only had one life, and she couldn't risk her own and her two best buddies' lives.

If you win the bet, everyone's happy; if you lose... well, whether you'll receive an acceptance letter from Hogwarts twelve years later is another matter entirely.

The situation seemed to be at a stalemate, and the spiders behind them became restless again, probably expressing their dissatisfaction that Hermione and the others were lingering.

It's also possible that they're grinding their teeth and sucking blood in preparation for eating some fresh meat; they've been craving it for a long time.

Just as the stalemate was at hand, Tooth, who had been pretending to be dead at Harry's feet, suddenly got up and started barking wildly outside. Harry quickly tried to calm it down, complaining that Tooth had suddenly gone crazy.

The answer soon appeared: a huge figure in the distance staggered and wobbled as it approached, its barking growing more urgent, as if it had found its anchor.

The saying "a dog relies on its master's power" isn't entirely without merit.

"Harry?" A rough voice rang out, and the three little ones exchanged glances, all breaking into happy smiles.

Harry was the first to flip off the spider and run over, calling out, "Hagrid! Hagrid!"

Their swift flight resembled that of a fledgling swallow returning to its nest.

"Oh, Harry." Hagrid scooped Harry up and held him in his arms, then looked over there. "Aragog?" he asked.

"It's me, Hagrid," Aragog greeted politely. "Well, now that you're here, I think this brave child inside me can leave now..."

Hermione looked around and found that the dense swarm of spiders showed no signs of retreating.

She knew Hagrid was a kind-hearted man and didn't want to hurt the relationship between Hagrid and Aragog, so after thinking for a moment, she put away the Swiftblade of Calia from her wand and poked Aragog's neck with her wand.

"Aragok, send your children back!"

Aragog hesitated for a moment, then propped himself up on his eight limbs, sized up Hagrid for a long time, and finally turned around, making a loud clicking sound.

The swarm of giant eight-eyed spiders began to communicate intensely again. After a while, several enormous spiders rushed out from the swarm and scrambled toward them.

"Kill them! Little girl!" Aragog roared in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Without hesitation, Hermione's blue sword flew halfway from her shoulder, pinning all six troublemakers to the ground. That swift sword was sharper than anyone imagined; it could even slice through the Lost Knight's tin can, let alone these spider shells. Keep in mind that the Octopods are merely flesh and blood; their shells are only slightly tougher than crocodile skin, not by much.

The worst-looking one had its sword fly into its mouth and out of its round belly, bringing with it a patch of yellowish-green entrails that splashed onto the lush green grass. At the same time, a stench wafted out with the breeze, causing Ron to vomit a headful of vomit from the spider beneath him.

"You fucking..." The person beneath him was none other than Tacquila from before, with a white paste still clinging to his large black claws, which looked like bread Ron had eaten for lunch.

Of course, it could also be from last night, since he just vomited, so it's highly unlikely that it's something he ate today.

As an intelligent being, the eight-eyed giant spider naturally loves cleanliness, so how could T'Quilla be happy after being sprayed with vomit?

"Oh, sorry," Ron said apologetically.

Aragok, standing nearby, stopped Taquera from offering his next friendly greeting. He raised his head, looking quite imposing, and once again emitted a loud clicking sound at the spider swarm.

This time it worked; the swarm of eight-eyed giant spiders retreated back into the depths of the forbidden forest like a receding tide.

"I trust Hagrid more than you do," Aragog said meaningfully.

Then, looking at Hermione who didn't quite understand, he made a clicking sound that sounded like laughter: "I want to thank you, child. You not only cured the white film in my eye, but you also got rid of that troublesome brat..."

"You have gained Aragog's friendship." As he spoke, one of Aragog's large black claws bent upwards, and Hermione, as if guided by a divine inspiration, touched the claw with her wand.

"Yes, don't use your hands, just use your wand," Aragog said, then looked at Hermione. "You should be down now, right?"

Hermione immediately jumped off Aragog's body. Her first reaction was not anything else, but to use magic to conjure countless small blue hands and frantically scratch the itch on her thigh.

She endured it for more than half an hour, so you could say she was practically an iron lady.

Ron also eagerly rolled off, as did Tifa, who still looked confused about the current situation.

"I still have to say that I really have no interest in human flesh," Aragok said slowly.

Hermione, while frantically grabbing at Xiao Bao's thigh, asked disdainfully, "And you just said you'd leave me a human leg..."

"Young lady, sometimes, knowing certain things doesn't need to be said," Aragok imparted his wisdom meaningfully. "Like you humans say, 'Speech is silver, silence is golden.' Talking too much can easily make you annoying..."

Hermione was about to retort, but then she suddenly thought about her own life and lost all desire to argue.

She realized that what the old spider said was absolutely right.

Her face immediately fell.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Ron nudged Hermione. "We're safe now, why are you acting like this?"

"I'm fucking depressed..." Hermione said, covering her face. "I actually got lectured on how to be a human by a spider..." (Hermione used "bloody" instead of "fxxking," so it's not too vulgar.)

"I think you should take it easy. Many people haven't had this experience yet." Aragog's tone was a bit sarcastic. After all, Hermione had been pointing her wand at him for so long. The Spider-Man's heart wasn't very strong. What if he got scared and something bad happened?

"Alright, Hermione," Hagrid said, trying to comfort her. "What you should do now is go back, take a shower, have some hot drinks, and rest..." He then looked at Aragog: "Thank you, my friend, thank you for bringing them back. If there's nothing else, I'll take them back first, and I'll bring you some food in a couple of days."

"Okay, Hagrid, goodbye." Aragog waved his large claws twice, seemingly making some kind of gesture.

Seeing this, Hagrid happily stretched out his hand and did the same thing, seemingly enjoying himself.

Finally, Aragog turned his heavy body around and, with his two offspring, crawled into the depths of the forest.

After the spider left, Harry finally asked the question.

"What were you doing just now...?"

"Oh, Professor Dumbledore asked me to go and buy some live chickens. You know, the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets are afraid of chickens," Hagrid said, putting Harry down. "You three... well, Assistant Professor Tifa should also go back. I think Professor Dumbledore and Lewis must be getting impatient waiting for you."

"How did you know that Headmaster Dumbledore and Lewis were waiting for us?" Hermione asked suspiciously, no longer scratching her leg.

"Of course it was their plan..." Hagrid said, then suddenly covered his mouth and stopped talking, his big eyes wide open, full of regret.

Why did you blurt it out so quickly?!

In the headmaster's office, Louis and Dumbledore sneezed simultaneously.

"That Louis! Damn it, he tricked us!" Ron said indignantly. "I knew Professor Ye wouldn't appear there for no reason. He must have planned it beforehand, trying to use this opportunity to get rid of us. Humph... and these spiders, he definitely didn't want to find these spiders either, which is why he sent us there..."

"Shut up, Ronald." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Do you think everyone's as afraid of spiders as you are?"

As she spoke, she frowned again, her legs starting to itch again. She had scratched so hard that her skin was almost broken, so the little girl could only gently rub her legs with her fingertips to relieve the itch. She looked like she was about to cry.

Hagrid noticed Hermione's predicament and kindly suggested, "I think we should hurry back. I have some potions prepared by Madam Pomfrey in my hut that can help relieve your pain."

(End of this chapter)