"Of course," Ethan immediately replied. "Hagrid is my friend forever, and I have a painting to prove it. Of course, I'm willing to help."
Of course, he was willing to go see.
What kind of "new species" had this mountain of a giant come up with now?
Besides.
Now, anything that could help him avoid that gaze...
He was willing to do it.
Ethan tilted his head.
He looked at the figure hiding behind the wall, timidly peeking over.
He narrowed his eyes and stared back without flinching.
Only two seconds passed.
Then, the pale face gradually turned red.
After that, she hurriedly hid herself.
Ethan snorted softly, thinking:
You want to fight me?
You're still too green!
Ethan, who possessed a "third eyeball" and could out-stare anyone, declared that he would never lose!
Passing students:
What kind of strange game are they playing?
After dinner.
Hagrid's hut.
Five figures stood huddled together in front of the door.
Luna curiously looked around, putting on her pink and blue spectacles.
She squatted in the dirt, observing the pumpkin vines in the ground.
Then, her gaze shifted to the pink umbrella leaning against the wall, and she nodded thoughtfully.
For some reason.
Harry always felt that...
Luna seemed to know at a glance that Hagrid's wand, which should have been broken, was hidden inside that pink umbrella.
Ethan raised his hand, about to politely knock on the door.
The door burst open by itself with a bang.
A "wall" appeared behind the door.
Ethan looked up and saw Hagrid, who looked even more haggard than before.
His dark brown hair was tangled on his head like weeds.
His thick beard was stained with some unknown brown residue, emitting a faint odor.
Upon seeing them, Hagrid's eyes turned red again.
He raised a handkerchief, blew his nose loudly, and choked out:
"My—my friend Aragog is dying!"
Then, large teardrops, like beans, streamed down, wetting his beard.
"Listen, Hagrid, don't be sad..."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione awkwardly stammered comforting words outside.
Ethan looked at Hagrid, who was firmly blocking the doorway.
His lips parted slightly:
"The portal."
A pitch-black doorway opened.
Under the astonished gazes of Hagrid and the three of them, Ethan calmly walked through it.
He bypassed Hagrid and appeared inside the hut.
He waved his wand, poured himself a cup of tea, and sat down leisurely.
His demeanor was so natural, as if he had just passed through a wall blocking his way.
And not a living person.
Hagrid, Harry, and Ron:
Why didn't he just ask Hagrid to move!
What the hell is using the portal to go through him!
How does Ethan feel both polite and impolite at the same time...?
As expected of Ethan.
His thought process is truly unique.
At this moment, Luna stood up from the ground, patting the dirt off her clothes.
As if she hadn't seen the large snot bubble on Hagrid's face.
She asked blandly and cheerfully, "What is Aragog?"
"Huh?" Hagrid looked bewildered and subconsciously replied, "He—he's my good friend, Aragog, the Acromantula."
Ron: "I'm out."
With that, he turned to leave.
But Harry grabbed him.
Harry leaned close to Ron, a smirk on his face, and said word by word:
"Don't. Even. Think. About. It."
Good brothers should share blessings and face hardships together.
Ron: No, please! QAQ!!!
You've changed.
You've become like Ethan, Harry.
You're no longer my kind and simple good brother!
With this interruption.
Hagrid's grief was completely gone.
He wiped his tears and stepped aside to let Harry and the others in.
As he was about to close the door, he suddenly asked, "Is she your friend too?"
Before Ethan looked up.
He realized who Hagrid was referring to as "friend."
He looked up, and sure enough.
It was Cho Chang.
This slender, delicate Eastern girl.
She seemed determined to follow him to the ends of the earth, to the world's end.
She was lingering not far away.
Wanting to approach, yet not daring to.
Ethan narrowed his eyes and raised his hand, but Luna gently pressed down his hand, which was about to cast the portal spell.
"...No, she followed us on her own."
Ethan smiled.
So, you must have some little trouble that violates a thousand school rules and laws to discuss with them, right?
Quickly close the door and block out the prying eyes—
However.
To Ethan and the others' surprise.
Hagrid did not close the door.
Instead, he rubbed his hands and said expectantly, "Then—then call that child over too, the more the merrier."
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
He exchanged a glance with Harry and the others.
The more the merrier?
How merry?
If each person were divided into several pieces, hung around the room, while retaining their consciousness and ability to speak.
Wouldn't it look even fuller and more lively?
While Ethan was having a thought that would get him sent to Azkaban.
Cho Chang had already been welcomed into the room by Hagrid.
She was red from her neck to her cheeks, like a fiery cloud.
She quickly glanced at Ethan, then lowered her head and sat down at the square table.
She pursed her lips, pulled out a small bag of cookies from her pocket, and whispered, "These are cookies I baked. If you don't mind, please have some..."
Oh, this familiar habit of never visiting empty-handed.
Ethan nodded slightly in approval.
"Thank you!"
Ron breathed a sigh of relief.
He immediately put down the rock cakes that could chip a tooth and reached for the soft-looking cookies.
Ethan also tried one.
Unexpectedly, it wasn't sweet, but instead had the natural, pleasant aroma of cranberries.
Amidst the food, the atmosphere eased.
Hagrid carefully pulled the curtains and closed the door.
He turned around and said nervously to everyone:
"It's like this... My good friend, Aragog the Acromantula, wants to invite you to his lair as guests—"
Before he finished speaking.
Ron spat out his drink with a "Pfft!"
He stared at Hagrid in horror and shrieked, "What did you say?! You're going to feed us to spiders?!"
He pushed away the tea and cookies in front of him.
He was terrified of being fattened up and then thrown into that terrifying spider's nest.
Even Ethan raised an eyebrow and suggested maturely:
"This plan is too early to implement, Hagrid."
Harry:
Whatever the plan is, I hope it's never implemented.
Hagrid hastily explained:
"No! Aragog is a good spider, he doesn't eat people!"
"I've raised Aragog for over fifty years, and I know his nature perfectly well! He is absolutely a harmless animal!"
"He just feels that he's about to die, so he asked me to bring some people to bid him a final farewell!"
Hermione's face was blank as she murmured, "Acromantulas can grow up to five meters long, are carnivorous, and extremely dangerous."
Upon hearing this.
Ethan's dusty memories finally returned.
A spark of inspiration appeared in his mind!
A five-meter-long giant spider?
Sounds like it perfectly fits his bait requirements!
Tastes like chicken, crispy and crunchy.
What's more.
Acromantula venom could sell for hundreds of Galleons per pint.
If he was really about to die.
He wondered if Hagrid would be willing to let him bury him...
He believed this considerate Acromantula would also be happy to contribute even greater value.
It's just...
Ethan frowned.
He remembered that in the original story, this great spider king was still alive and well at this time.
He even made his colony put on a thrilling chase for Harry and Ron.
The kind where they'd eat you if they caught you.
He was very energetic.
Why was he dying now?
And he even asked Hagrid to bring them, these tender and juicy little bipedal lambs...
Ethan's eyes darkened, and he licked his lips.
It seems.
There's something fishy going on here.
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