Chapter 94: Have their own worries

When Harry woke up from the bed, Maca had already left.
In fact, Mrs. Pomfrey was actually reluctant to let Marka go first, but after she was drowned by a lot of theories of Marka, she had to admit that Marka was really fine ... probably.
Suddenly, Mrs. Pomfrey aimed her muzzle at poor Harry.
After being forced by Mrs. Pomfrey's reluctance, it didn't take long for Harry to understand-it seemed that he had to stay in the school hospital until the weekend.
In the evening, many people came to see him, and they all wanted to make him happy.
Hagrid gave him a bunch of ground lotus flowers, which looked like yellow Chinese cabbage; Ginny flushed when he came, and gave him a homemade rehabilitation card. If Harry didn't close the card If you close it and press it under a dish or fruit basket, it will sing an unknown song constantly.
After a while, the Gryffindor team members also came. Wood followed, his voice was hollow and he looked completely lifeless. But he said to Harry, he didn't blame Harry at all, it wasn't Harry's fault.
Ron and Hermione of course arrived long ago, they kept on the bedside, and left in the evening.
Everyone can see that Harry's condition is not good.
But no matter what other people say or do, it doesn't make Harry feel better, because what people know is only half of his troubles.
He didn't tell anyone what he saw ominous, not even Ron and Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would laugh at him.
However, the only thing he was unsure of was Maca.
或许 "Maybe, Maca already knows something ..." Harry recalled the warm, warm silvery haze at the time, and the thing pulled him.
He pondered for a while, but then shook his head.
Yes, and that black dog has appeared twice!
Every time he saw that black dog, something almost fatal happened: the last time he was almost killed by a knight bus; this time, he fell off a flying broom fifty feet above the ground.
Is that really ominous, as Professor Trelawney said?
If that's the case, wouldn't Ominous haunt him until he really dies? Should he beware of this beast for the rest of his life?
"Come to me if you have any trouble, and I'll help you out." —Harry remembered the words Marca had said to him inexplicably.
But Harry always felt that he couldn't rely on Maca just like that, this was not what he should do.
The pride of the little lion will always ignite without fire at this time.
Oh right, and those dementors!
Every time I think of them, Harry feels disgusting and humiliated-everyone says they are terrible, but no one else is like him, they faint as soon as they come near? No one else has heard in their heads the voice of their parents before they die!
But Maca can even drive them with such a powerful spell!
Late at night, Harry was lying in the hospital. He didn't know if he slept much during the day or for other reasons.
He stared at the ceiling, the moonlight leaking from the gap between the curtains.
哦 "Oh, have the rain clouds left?" Harry murmured.
At this moment, he seemed to hear the words of "her", and repeated those words over and over again.
As the dementors approached him, he heard his mother's dying voice. She worked hard to protect him from being harmed by Voldemort; he also heard Voldemort's laughter before killing his mother ...
All night, Harry woke up dreamily, dreaming in intermittent sleep. He dreamed of wet, slippery, rotten hands, and creepy begging.
He woke up suddenly, but his mother's voice echoed and persisted in his head.
Uh ...
As Harry turned around, he was in the recess in the forbidden forest.
"... Aragog, hasn't a black dog been scrambling in the woods recently?" Maca asked casually while preparing the remedy.
"Black dog?" Aragog clicked, and asked the children not far away, and said, "It seems like there is one, but the little thing only moves on the edge, rarely Will run into it. "
"That's good."
Maca has no plans to contact Sirius Black, at least not yet.
He said no, shook the reagent tube, and walked towards Aragog.
The experiment has been done several times, and Alagok is used to it-at least it won't be as nervous as the first time.
As the medicinal solution was sent into its body, Maca sat directly on a dead trunk next to it, quietly waiting for some changes that might happen next.
Although in terms of data, the coincidence value of the transformation agent and Alagok has been greatly improved. Probabilistic events are always probabilistic events, and it will not become a certain necessity because you have expectations.
Looking at Alagok's abdomen and feet, some turquoise is gradually appearing, and its eight eyeballs are faintly showing off gray-this is the state that appeared in the last experiment. Maca just Keep a calm record of the time and extent of change, and continue to focus your attention.
At this moment, Aragog reacted further!
Its eight long legs trembled slightly, not only the chest, abdomen and feet, but also the dull green on the back covered with striped patterns! Something like scales was spreading from its forehead.
嘶 "His--" Maca glanced subconsciously at her eyes, but immediately closed her eyes and looked away.
He felt that his skin seemed to become tight.
After realizing this, Maca immediately took out a potion bottle, pulled out the plug, and poured a small mouthful of liquid into the mouth-that was the mandela revival potion he had already prepared, just to deal with it. This is the case now.
Although he didn't pay attention, he still got the stroke, but the bloodline transformation experiment was successful!
"Aragog, how do you feel?" Maca looked at the experimental records in her hands and asked Aragog's status immediately.
He has to record this precious experimental data completely.
"Yes ... I feel ... very good!" Aragog's clattering voice was gone, and it seemed that his change was indeed not small.
"I think I did acquire the ability to that thing," it said, "Although most of them are not complete, at least, I can also go to sleep-this will allow me to get longer."
"Your children will get more complete ability, this is for sure." Maca nodded. "However, I suggest you better close your eyes, otherwise your children can't stand it, your wife. Too. "
"I think you're right ..." Aragog said, closing all eight eyes.
Until then, Maca was able to see the changes in Aragog.
No doubt its change is significant.
Alagok at this moment, almost half of his body has been covered with a layer of fine snake scales like armor, and its size has therefore become larger.
On its back, the color of the stripe where it was originally striped was slightly black, and the rest of it became a dark green.
Its chelated mouthparts seem to have become sharper, the dim light flashing above, it seems to hide the deadly toxin.
And the thing that most interested Maca is a round red spot on Alagok's forehead-maybe its children and grandchildren will also make horns like a basilisk.
"Aragog, we succeeded." Maca stepped forward and patted her long legs casually, but his other hand had already grasped the wand handle in the sleeve.
"Yes, I didn't expect it, it really succeeded!" Aragog looked excited. "Thank you very much, this will give my community more opportunities to survive!"
"Yes, my friend." Maca put her hand on its leg, and then said, "Your tribe will be as enduring as our friendship!"
"Oh, of course, my friend!" Aragog said naturally. "After my next baby is born, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com will take my ethnic group to the deeper part of the forest. Live! You can come to us at any time, except for you and Hagrid, none of us is welcome! "
Yeah well! After getting stronger, it became even more persuasive ...
Alas, this is probably one of the reasons why Alagok can develop such a large group! This is also a wisdom of survival, and Maca feels that she can indeed understand this thinking.
Perhaps, Aragog improved more than just strength—Maca's heart could not help but make such a guess.
Until then, Maca let go of the hand holding the wand in secret.
多 After repeatedly telling Aragog not to open his eyes casually, Maca left the depression and went to sleep in the dormitory. Today's things are so tiring, he does feel a little tired.
Although he had confirmed the integrity of the soul at the beginning, he also denied the doubts about the permanent lack of emotions, and even today he successfully cast the patron saint to prove this indirectly.
It is undeniable that Yun Ke "suppressed his emotions by some unknown force."
Casting the patron saint in this state is not only laborious, but also always gives him an unrealistic feeling of watching flowers in the mist.
"Should I be grateful or helpless?" Maca lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking, "Well, in fact, I can't feel anything."
On the same day, Maca suddenly wanted to experience the same kind of touch in the Duke of Bees' sweets shop-he thought that it should be the key to cracking the test.
Staggering, the more and more Maca thought about it, the consciousness gradually blurred. Soon, he was completely immersed in his sleep.
The night sky after the rainstorm seemed extraordinarily clear, and the stars were shining with blurred lights.