Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

The white cat nodded, then raised its paw, as if trying to gesture something.

But just as the man and the cat were trying to communicate...

"Buzz!"

Ryan suddenly stopped talking and looked up.

He could sense the magic approaching.

And as expected.

When he looked up, he saw a ball of magic flying in the shade of the trees above the forbidden forest shrouded in the pitch-black night.

The magic power was not strong, it staggered and flew towards Ryan in a weak posture.

Tracking spell and communication spell - Ryan could even see at a glance the spell that constructed this ball of magic.

"A tracking spell that automatically finds nearby harmless wizards."

"The communication spell can contain some information."

"They are both very simple spells - but in a critical moment, the use of these two spells can save lives."

That was the spell combination he had just mentioned to Hermione earlier today.

"Could it be..."

So Ryan didn't hesitate at all.

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the ball of magic flew in front of him.

And as he took over the spell...

"If anyone receives this message, whether it's Hagrid or anyone else... please come and help us, we are in Hagrid's hut!"

He heard Hermione's voice coming from within the spell, which was trying hard but still couldn't hide her nervousness and fear.

Chapter 61 Harry Potter and the Acromantula!

Let's go back to the Gryffindor common room not long ago.

"So you've decided to go find Hagrid after all?"

Hermione, who had just returned from the library, looked at Harry, who had a determined look on his face.

"Ah."

Harry nodded. "Ron and I just talked about this. We can't just let this go."

"If what's behind the trapdoor is really the Philosopher's Stone, it could be lost at any moment..."

"Okay. I understand."

Hermione glanced at Ron who was beside Harry and sighed, "I'm with you."

"what?"

Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

He originally thought Hermione would teach him a lesson: "I thought you would listen to Ryan..."

"Ryan didn't mean to stop you."

Hermione told Harry about her conversation with Ryan that morning: "He just wants us to be alert."

After hearing Hermione's explanation, Harry was instantly cheered up.

"So, you were in the library today because..."

He looked thoughtfully at Hermione - Hermione had been staying in the library since they met during the day.

"I think I've mastered a few spells... It's getting late, we need to get going!"

Hermione said decisively, then looked at Ron, who had been silent the whole time: "Ron?"

"Oh...Yeah! I think we should get going too!"

Ron waited for a moment before speaking.

"Are you okay? You look a little tired?"

Harry said worriedly when he saw his friend's state.

"It's okay, I'm just a little sleepy."

After the discussion, the three of them quietly slipped out of the common room.

Along the way, the three were very lucky not to encounter Filch and quickly left the castle.

It was already late autumn, and the wind from the Black Lake was bone-chillingly cold.

But when the three came to Hagrid's hut outside the Forbidden Forest, they were surprised to find that Hagrid was not in the house.

"Did he go to patrol the Forbidden Forest?"

Harry said with some annoyance. He was eager to find out whether the object hidden behind the trapdoor was the Philosopher's Stone or not, but he didn't want to go through it again tomorrow.

"Probably not."

Hermione glanced at the door to the cottage, walked up the stairs and gently pushed it open.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

There was a sound of barking from inside the door - it was a majestic hound, which was wagging its tail and barking excitedly at Harry.

"Oh, it's Fang."

Of course the trio all recognized each other as Fang, Hagrid's Neapolitan Mastiff. Harry had seen it when he visited Hagrid's hut at the beginning of the term and was already quite familiar with it.

"The door is unlocked, and Fang isn't with him – that means Hagrid isn't patrolling the Forbidden Forest, but has left temporarily for something else... He should be back soon, and we can wait for him here."

Hermione analyzed as she walked into the cabin, but soon she frowned.

"Why does it smell so strongly of alcohol?"

After entering the cabin, she smelled a very strong smell of alcohol.

Then she found a considerable number of bottles of Firewhisky in the corner of the room, and there was also a high pile of firewood next to the fireplace - Hermione had also seen a lot of it outside the house just now.

"Is Hagrid so afraid of the cold? Prepare so much firewood?"

Hermione wondered.

Harry tried to recall what he had heard, but he couldn't connect the rugged Hagrid with the word "fear of cold".

"Maybe Yaya is afraid of the cold."

he guessed.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

This obviously caused dissatisfaction among the hounds behind him.

However, although the smell of alcohol in the air was unpleasant, the three of them were still very satisfied with the blazing fire in the fireplace in the house.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

They sat down in the room as if they were all familiar with each other, and Harry was discussing something with Ron.

"If Hagrid wants to treat us to rock pies again later, we can just say we went to the kitchen for a late-night snack."

Speaking of rock cakes, Harry felt a slight pain in his teeth.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Okay, Fang—it's my fault. I shouldn't have said you were cold."

Harry said helplessly as he heard the hound at the door growling continuously from a while ago.

"No... No, Harry, Fang isn't targeting you!"

But at this time, Hermione had already discovered that something was wrong.

At this moment, the tall Yaya lowered his body, showing his fangs and facing the window.

Even the young wizards could sense the vigilance and sense of danger in its growl.

So Hermione and Harry looked at each other and immediately walked to the window to take a look.

Then...their expressions turned pale in an instant.

At this moment, from the deep and dark forbidden forest not far away, from the countless tall trees standing there.

Huge, hideous black spiders were stepping out of the forest with their hairy tentacles.

Their bodies are so huge that each one is at least four or five meters long!

There were so many of them, at least within Harry's sight, the dark swarm of spiders almost covered the entire Forbidden Forest!

In the moonlight, their eight eyes flashed an unsettling red.

"It's the Acromantula!"

Hermione's exclamation suddenly became shrill and cracked.

After her encounter with the three-headed dog, she brushed up on her knowledge of magical beasts.

In fact, in today's wizarding world, there is a system for rating magical beasts.

This system rates individuals not solely on their power or magical abilities, but rather on the threat they pose to wizards.

For example, the Phoenix and the Erumpent - both of these magical beasts are 4X because they have powerful magical powers but gentle personalities.

As for the trolls... although they are not very powerful, an adult wizard can easily deal with them.

But the trolls are classified as 4X because of their violent nature.

The same is true for the Acromantula.

Its level is 5X, which is higher than the giant monster. It has a huge body, a ferocious personality and deadly venom.

As for Ron's reaction, it was more direct - he just took a look at the giant spider, and then fell to the ground with a pale face.

"Ron!"

Harry gasped, but wasn't surprised—Ron was afraid of spiders, as Fred and George had told him.