Chapter 408 Ghost Gathering Place

When he parted, Felix gave her a small gift.

"What is it?"

"A recliner that comes with some interesting magic and is comfortable to sit on." Felix explained, "It's one of the new products of 'Future World'. I heard from Remus... Umm, Mr. Lupin who is in charge of managing the company, that you had sent a letter asking about the size of this product, and whether customization would be available... ... so I brought it along."

When he left, Madame Maxime and Fleur stared blankly at a metal box, which at the moment had been opened, and inside a capsule-like gadget had been placed on a red velvet cloth.

"I should have asked ...," Madame Maxime murmured.

" Did you write to the 'Future World' company?" Fleur asked with an odd look in her eyes.

" Can't I?" Madame Maxime grunted, "Didn't you also collect two small magic lamps at the light show?"

Fleur stuck her tongue out while twirling up the capsule, and examining it carefully for a couple of minutes without the slightest clue. So she handed it to Maxime, and Madame Maxime rubbed the surface of it, "Huh? The magic is unstable, it seems to be disposable."

Then she took out her wand and lightly tapped on it, the capsule made a "click" sound, and it cracked from the center, and Madame Maxime tossed it aside.

"Bang!"

A blue and bronze recliner appeared abruptly in the middle of the dining room, which looked at least three times bigger than a normal recliner, resembling a bed with a backrest and armrests - at least from Fleur's point of view.

But she wouldn't dare say that, as she encouraged Madame Maxime to try it out.

When the big-boned lady leaned her body on the recliner, a layer of colorless transparent air cushion suddenly emerged from the surface of the seat, "Huh? So comfortable, as if I am sitting on a cloud, the name『cloud chair』 is really appropriate ..."

Madame Maxim's face showed an intoxicated expression, watching this made Fleur's heart itch to try sitting on it instantly.

After a good while, she stood up from the recliner and said with a look of satisfaction, "There should be a fair amount of beneficial enchantments in it, not very potent, but together they can make the person lying on it extraordinarily relaxed, as if all troubles got forgotten, really a good stuff."

Fleur's eyes sparkled with stars, "Can I buy it? With this little thing," she pointed to the palm-sized box on the table, "it will only take an owl to deliver it, right?"

"As you heard, this product is not yet available and may have defects. I'm just experiencing it first, and will need to give suggestions when I am free." Madame Maxime said, "Put it inside the bath in my private restroom."

"Yes, Madame Maxime." Fleur responded as she moved the levitating recliner forward with her wand directing it as her eyes sparkled with excitement.

...

"You tampered with Olympe's gift?" Hagrid's eyes widened.

"Don't say it like that, it would break my heart." Felix sat on the couch in Hagrid's hut, with one hand scratching Fang's chin as it grunted in comfort and drooled.

"I didn't tamper with anything, on the contrary, we did our best as we could. The problem is, that the test versions don't always work as well as they should, especially with the lady with an unusual physique, the chances of problems occurring are even greater. Currently, the selected beta testers are provided with a set of instructions with easy methods of repairs. I just ... happened to forget to leave a copy for Madame Maxime."

Hagrid froze, then he buried his head in the product manual Felix had given him, mumbling quickly, "Softening Charm, Cloud Spell, Calming Charm, Placement Charm, Shaping Charm ..." He quickly flipped through a few pages, "Repair Manual ... list of frequently asked questions ..."

His eyes gradually brightened up.

Felix picked up the cage containing Aragog and brought it closer to Fang, his snout twitching as he sniffed hard against the cage, the old spider inside cowered in the corner, waving its large claws threateningly.

"Get away from me, you stupid mutt, and don't think I don't have much venom left ...," the old king of Acromantula said in a thick voice.

"You're looking pretty spirited." Felix said with a smile.

" Got used to it," Aragog said, the stiff black fur that covered its body had turned gray and white, and its two large claws dangled feebly below the cage as it said sadly, "Hagrid took me to the Colony once, and there was no place for me there now, and we got chased out ... I predicted this day, there is a bloodthirsty instinct in our bodies, and if I die naturally in old age, they are bound to eat me."

This batch of Acromantula in the forbidden forest has always served Aragog as their king, and Aragog was raised by Hagrid, so it can be said that they are far more docile in nature than the wild Acromantula, just like Thestral, which can almost be called as domesticated creatures. But the Acromantula was created without the word "docile", they were designed to guard the wizard's treasure troves and secret chambers ...

One day, they will become more and more ferocious, and at that time, it will be time for the Acromantula to disappear. However, it should take a long time before that happens.

Felix pondered, then looked up, Hagrid is looking at him with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

"I can see what you mean, Felix, you're just too sweet ..." Hagrid choked out, "Few people have been so kind and considerate towards me, even my dad... ..." He sniffled heavily and made a loud hiccup.

He then started to rush around, searching the various corners of the hut for magical creature materials, then he retrieved a complete hide with ash colour tusks of a Tebo Warthog, Unicorn hair, a stinger of a Manticore, and the wings of a Flower Fairy ...

"I recalled that you collected these materials, it's all stocked over the years, I picked these up when I patrolled the forbidden forest. The Tebo Warthog fell into a trap, located on the other side, and starved to death when I found it ... I also found the stick that the trolls use to smash things, it stinks terribly, but it can be used quite smoothly ... I washed it many times before using it exclusively to smash pumpkins, if you need it, it's just right behind the door."

"Oh, Hagrid, I don't need ... well, I'll just take a little, just the hide from a Tebo Warthog, I guess I can mix the fur of a Demiguise with it to make a protective coat, and of course, the stinger of Manticore is something I wouldn't say no to."

Meanwhile, Harry is drowsily sitting in his History of Magic class, and the other young wizards are acting pretty much just like him, dazed with a bit of confusion, as if they haven't woken up.

There were a few people - like Hermione, who insisted on taking notes, trying to hear one or two details not mentioned in the textbook from Professor Binns' breathy, trailing voice, Harry wiped the corners of his itchy mouth to wipe away the saliva, he looked around, Seamus is snoring lightly, Neville's head kept nodding, and every time his head reached the lowest the quill in his hand woke him up as he jerked his head up and wrote down the words he heard, and then within ten seconds, he was once again dull-eyed, his eyelids drooping, repeating the previous action.

Harry stealthily tugged at Neville's History of Magic notebook and glanced at it, the latest line being "The food in Classroom Seven is delicious." He covered his mouth to hold back his laughter, did Neville write it wrong? At the end of class, he learned the answer from Hermione's mouth.

"Classroom seven has become a gathering place for ghosts?"

"Didn't you guys notice that Professor Binns sounded a lot more hyper than usual?" Hermione said seriously, "He mentioned Classroom Seven three times in class ..."

"And you're the only one who can tell." Ron said.

"So, are we still going to the library today? I think it's waaaay nicer in the common room, and I don't want to see Mrs. Pince again. Have you noticed that she looks a bit like Filch? I mean the sunken cheeks, the parchment-like skin, and the long hawkish nose ... Huh, why does that sound a bit like Snape?"

Harry and Hermione laughed their heads off. After laughing, Hermione scowled and lectured him, "Don't you dare to speak of her like that, Mrs. Pince takes her job very seriously."

"Yeah," Ron muttered, "walking behind me when I'm picking out books and chasing us out with a floating feather duster when we talked too loudly ..."

" By the way, Harry!" He said excitedly, "I found out that Ginny won a Goblet of Fire replica from Professor Hap, the kind with flames! I wanted to borrow it to look at it, but she refused, I guess she is planning to give it to you for Christmas, how eccentric ..."

Harry did not say anything, but Hermione did, "No way! She wouldn't give it away, I heard her mention that she wanted to treasure it for the rest of her life."

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