The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

After appeasing Hermione, Macon asked Norberta to take care of the house and went to the Forbidden Forest alone. He was going to meet the acromantula tonight.

The Forbidden Forest at night was not as dark as imagined. The bright moonlight shone in the forest, and many unknown plants emitted fluorescence. Perhaps due to the special magnetic field of Hogwarts, the plants here were extraordinarily thick.

Macon has turned back into a cat, and he is constantly traveling in the Forbidden Forest by the moonlight. With his excellent feline vision, he is even more comfortable in this bright moonlight.

Macon, who was running wildly, finally stopped in a depression. The whole area was densely covered with spider webs. On the ground, countless young spiders on the trees were startled, and quickly rushed to a cave in the depression.

Macon walked towards the entrance of the cave with catwalks. Looking at the spider webs all over the entrance of the cave, Maomao frowned in disgust.

"Aragok! I know you're inside! Come out!" Macon yelled into the cave.

Macon, who had waited for a long time without seeing any movement, decided to make a move.

Macon took a few steps back, huge and ferocious black claws appeared out of thin air, and quickly extended towards the cave. Maomao squatted on the ground and waited patiently.

From time to time, muffled noises could be heard in the dark cave, and the little spiders that had flooded into the cave crawled out desperately and fled in all directions.

Whenever a giant spider is found running out, a small black claw will proliferate on the black claw to grab them and hang them up.

After a cup of tea, I saw the black claws began to retract, and the muffled noises in the cave began to come out frequently. Because the black claws had caught too many spiders, and the cave was not very big, the resistance to retraction was getting stronger and stronger. big.

The ferocious black claws, which were always destructive, were actually powerless at this time.

Macon controlled the black claws to multiply and grow small black claws to cling to the surrounding giant trees, increasing the pulling force, and the giant black claws that were about to stop instantly found a point of leverage.

The ground began to shake violently, and the originally sunken basin suddenly bulged up. With a loud muffled sound, countless acromantulas and various mutilated limbs were pulled out. Macon watched in shock. On the ferocious black claws, those densely packed giant spiders secretly clicked their tongues.

There are at least a thousand of them, right?However, because the cave is too narrow, and the passage is complicated, many spiders have been dragged forcibly, and they have become disabled. In some cases, the legs of the spiders have fallen off the ground, or only half of their bodies are dying. In serious cases, they have already been in the cave. Squeezed into a meat sauce.

The black claws gradually formed a spiral shape in the open space, and huge spiders hung from it, which was spectacular.

Macon walked to the end of the black claw, where he was holding an old acromantula. At this time, it was weak and dying. The already old Aragog probably had half his life left at this time. up.

"Aragok, did you give me a face? Call you, can't you hear me?" Macon launched the Animagus into a human form and stared at it.

"My lord, the end of the bear, the destroyer of herbs, the unknown darkness... Ah!! Stop!" Aragog was trembling and talking endlessly, when he suddenly let out a scream.

As soon as Macon heard the tone, he knew it was from the centaur, and he broke off one of Aragog's spider legs with a dark face.

"Speak well! If you listen to the nonsense of the horse people, I will finish you now."

"Yes, yes, my lord wizard. May I ask why you found me tonight?"

"I need some acromantula venom, let your cubs contribute some."

After Macon finished speaking, he took out twenty specially-made crystal barrels from his backpack and placed them on the ground.

Aragog looked at the huge barrels that were two meters high and one meter wide, shaking like a chaff sieve.

"Big, big, my lord! Isn't this too big? Even the entire poison sac of each of our adult giant spiders is not as big as your fist."

"Then I'll squeeze all of you, and it will probably be full."

Macon looked at Aragog blankly.

The Forbidden Forest under the moonlight is beautiful. On a huge depression, there is a neat line in front of twenty huge crystal buckets. Acromantus the size of a calf is constantly spraying venom into the buckets. After the venom was exhausted, they quickly rushed into the Forbidden Forest to prey, and then returned to the back of the line to continue queuing.

Aragog looked at the scene in front of him sadly, shivering and dared not make a sound, because the ferocious black claw holding it was exuding a terrifying aura all the time.

Macon sat leisurely on a floor mat, took a sip from the black tea cup on the small dining table from time to time, and opposite him was a man on a horse.

"Firenze, why are you here? I haven't been looking for food recently."

Firenze twitched the corners of his eyes. Some time ago, he still lost a bear under the strict guards of the two centaur teams.

"Mars is unusually bright tonight."

"Speak human!" Macon is getting more and more disgusted with these horsemen, why are they all so concerned about Mars?

"My dear wizard, giant spiders have always been a serious problem for our centaur tribe. Tonight, many giant spiders are wandering around in the Forbidden Forest. We are afraid that giant spiders will sneak attack on the tribe, so I came here."

Macon's beautiful heterochromatic pupils turned slightly, and he immediately took it to heart, his big shiny tail wagging happily.

"Firenze, look at this. Your tribe is strengthening the breeding of brown bears. On behalf of Aragog, I assure you that the acromantula will never step into the territory of the centaur tribe."

Firenze looked at the groups of giant spiders that kept spraying venom, and shivered. This black cat is really scary, and with his guarantee, the giant spiders will not attack the centaur tribe , then the tribe will definitely thrive.As for the brown bears, for the centaurs, it is the same as humans treat cattle and sheep, and the work of strengthening the breeding of brown bears is already being done by the centaurs, after all, they are almost eaten by a certain bear.

"Thank you, respected Sir Wizard, on behalf of the Centaur tribe, I offer you the highest respect."

"Okay, now that we have reached a cooperation, you can send the centaurs to collect the severed limbs of giant spiders on the ground and in the caves. I want half of them, and you take the rest. Dumbledore said that these spiders The taste of the legs is very good!"

The delicacy of spider legs, of course Firenze knows, there will always be giant spiders attacking the tribe, how many of them will not be killed?

"Thank you for your generosity! The nemesis of the acromantula."

"Stop calling me those nicknames, Firenze, it bothers me."

"Thank you for the gift of nature!" Firenze immediately changed his words tactfully.

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After the moon set and the sun rose, Macon lazily got up, stretched his waist, and looked at the acromantula lying on the ground twitching constantly, as well as the twenty filled crystal vats, and the hills of Spider Leg nodded in satisfaction.

Macon put the crystal barrel and spider legs into his backpack and came to Aragog who had been held overnight.

"Dear Aragog, I didn't kill you for the sake of Hagrid. You should thank him! If you continue to harass the centaurs, no matter where you escape, I will find you, one by one. crush you."

Seeing Macon leaving, Aragog collapsed on the ground, not daring to say harsh words behind his back, so he could only shed old tears silently.

Maomao walked happily in the forest, constantly calculating the harvest tonight. Each crystal barrel has a capacity of 1500 liters, and there are 20 barrels in total, which is 3 liters. Even if each pint is calculated as 500 milliliters, that is 6 pints take off!According to the price of one hundred gold galleons per pint on the black market, the harvest this time must be at least 600 million gold galleons!It's simply getting rich overnight!

Of course, this is just a calculation. Such a large volume of goods must not be sold directly. After the market is hit, it will definitely depreciate. Maomao couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It is worthy of being a magical animal ranked 5x.