Vol 2 Chapter 1524: Aragog's funeral

If you change to the usual, let alone the invitation, Slughorn will see that the two of them have long since fled.
"I accept the invitation is incredible? I think that when he heard that the venom value is a lot of Jin Jialong, we have already succeeded." Elaine said disapprovingly, "It is really greedy, what is the use of so much gold?!

For her problem, Ai Wen did not want to answer.
What is the use of gold?
It’s a naive question, why don’t you need money?
Far away, the price of the things she eats every day is not low. If there is not enough gold, see what Elaine is drinking.
When she arrived, she did not ask what the gold was for, but hurry to find ways to make money.
Looking at Elaine, who is very disdainful to Slughorn, Aiwen feels that the road to education has a long way to go. After teaching her how to properly retaliate, she must also teach her to develop a correct view of money. It is not easy to have a vampire classmate.
Think about it, a lot of extra spending is not to say, but also bite from time to time, feeding blood every night, teaching the correct three views...
Tired, tired, and tired, Evan feels that his body is hollowed out.
The three of them went to Hagrid's cabins and covered them with invisibility cloaks to prevent them from being seen by the people inside the castle.
"You are here!" The three men just approached the hut and the figure opened, and Hagrid opened the door.
His voice was hoarse and his face was filled with sadness and exhaustion.
"Hag, are you okay?"
"I don't care, it's a bit sad, but it doesn't matter." Hagrid said, sobbing aloud.
He made a black sleeve for himself, as if he had made a shoe polish with a rag.
"Sorry, Hagrid, Hermione and Ron can't come, it's too late, they..."
"It doesn't matter, you three will be very moved, especially you, Ai Wen, you can come to an extraordinary meaning, you know, Aragog has always been obsessed with you. You saved it, it is on the verge I still remember your name before you go, and always want to thank you in front of you."
"The amount, I have a deep impression on it." Ai Wen paused, not sure what to say.
Not so much thanks? He thinks that Aragog’s reason for not forgetting him is more likely to drag him to hell.
"You still remember him, I will know."
"Yeah, it's a good spider, I feel sorry for it." Ai Wen said in disbelief, "It's too sudden!"
"Thank you, Avon!" Hagrid said and sobbed again, his eyes crying red and swollen. "It's too old, but it's not suffering."
Evan and Harry walked over and patted his arm comfortably, the highest part they could reach without effort.
Elaine was curiously looking into the room and didn't see Aragok.
"Hag, the big spider, where is it?"
"Where! Outside!"
Three people followed the direction of his fingers and saw a rather terrifying scene, which was horrifying.
Behind the Hagrid cabin, there is a huge dead spider lying in the sky, and the spider legs are tangled.
Aragog, it does not have the deterrent power when it is alive, but it is equally terrible.
Or maybe it’s more horrible, the epidermis is unhealthy, and Ivan never thought that the body of the spider would be like this.
"Wow!" Elaine exclaimed, but went two steps and observed it carefully.
Harry unnaturally removed his gaze and asked, "Where are you going to bury it? Hagrid, is it in the woods?"
"No, there is its sadness, you know, because the students' cousins ​​have been cleaned up, many of its descendants have died in the woods. I don't blame everyone for doing this, but..." Hagrid said with a shirt corner I wiped the tears. "At the last moment of its life, it has not returned to the original nest and the forest. It says it makes it sad, I am going to take it..."
He didn't finish talking and sobbed again.
Evan, Harry, and Elaine had to pat his arm and comfort him.
"Hag, we met Professor Slughorn on the road." Harry suddenly said that the potion seemed to suggest that it was supposed to be done.

No trouble?
Hagrid said, raising his head in horror.
I know that you should not leave the castle at night, it’s my fault.

"Don't worry, nothing," Elaine said. "He was thrilled when he heard what we were going to do."
"That's it." Harry hurriedly explained, "Professor Slughorn is hearing that we are going to attend the funeral of Aragog. He said that he also wants to come and talk to Aragog. He went back to change clothes, I think He also said that he would bring some wine to pay homage to Aragok..."
"Is it?" Hagrid said, looking at the three of them unbelievably, the expression on his face was both surprised and moved. "That, that, the others are so good, not only did not tell you, but also to come to God. Gok is off. I have never had much friendship with Horas Slughorn. When he was at school, he didn't particularly see me, but he wanted to come to Aragog? Well, it would like, Arago. G..."
Well, Aragog should like Slughorn, and it likes Ai Wen, who likes to eat him.
Slughorn's fat meat is too delicious for the eight-eyed spider.
"Hag, haven't you said where you plan to bury it? Wouldn't it be in your garden?"
If this is the case, the back garden of the Hagrid Cabin will definitely be one of the most horrific locations in Hogwarts.
Passing out, there will be countless boring students looking for excitement to come and see Aragog.
"No, I want to bury it behind the pumpkin patch." Hagrid said. "I have dug the grave. I am ready, just think that we should say something, good, nostalgic, can make it feel at ease. If you leave..."
His voice trembled and interrupted, and the door knocked.
He turned to open the door and licked his nose with a spotted bandanna.
Slughorn hurried into the door, holding a few bottles in his arms and a black scarf around his neck.
"Hag!" he said in a low, solemn tone. "I am very upset."
"You are very good, Professor!" said Hagrid. "Thank you very much, and thank you for not confining their three confinements..."
"It’s really impossible to dream." Slughorn said, "Sorrowful night, sad night, I suddenly remembered, Aragog should be the spider you used to learn at Hogwarts?" It’s been so many years in a blink of an eye, hey, where is the poor animal?

"Outside," Hagrid said in a trembling voice. "We, are we starting now?"
Slugjo nodded and five of them walked into the back garden.
Some cold evening winds blew through, the moon glowed dullly between the trees, mixed with the lights of the Hagrid window, and the body of Aragog lying on the edge of a large pit, next to a pile Ten feet high new soil.