Chapter 177: The Agreement with Hagrid

The Care of Magical Creatures class had ended.

In a sense, it was a very unsuccessful lesson.

All the departing students had expressions of fear on their faces.

At this moment, Hagrid probably knew that he had messed up, not only disappointing Dumbledore's trust but also almost causing a student to get hurt.

Just as he was feeling remorseful, a voice came from behind him.

"Excuse me, Professor! Could I trouble you for a few minutes?"

Hagrid turned around dejectedly and found it was the student who had previously prevented the accident.

"Oh, sorry! Sorry! I forgot to give you points! It's really thanks to you, it was just a tiny bit away, but now the class is over, and I can't give points..."

As he spoke, Hagrid's voice grew quieter.

To be honest, sometimes Hagrid's simplicity really made people feel fond of him.

"Professor, I'm not here to ask for points, I'm just here to ask some questions!" Ino said with a light smile, explaining his purpose.

"No need to call me Professor! Because I messed everything up, a complete mess! Just call me Hagrid, and feel free to ask any questions you have."

Though he was hanging his head and looking very unhappy, Hagrid still fulfilled his duty as a professor by answering a student's questions.

Seeing that Hagrid seemed a bit out of sorts, Ino got straight to the point:

"Hagrid, I've been raising a colony of Acromantulas..."

Before he could finish speaking, Hagrid sharply raised his huge head, looking somewhat frightened.

"Acromantulas? Quick! Throw them into the Forbidden Forest, listen to me! You can't keep those in the castle, you'll be expelled."

"Professor Dumbledore knows about this!" Ino said with a smile.

With just one sentence, Hagrid visibly calmed down.

After a while, he struggled to say, "How about... how about you bring them to me, and I'll take care of them for you? You can come to see them at my place on weekends. Keeping them in the castle will cause trouble..."

"I have a suitcase similar to Mr. Scamander's!" Ino said, his tone unchanged.

Well, Hagrid fell into a silent contemplation. Not only was he speechless, but he also seemed a bit aggrieved.

This situation was within Ino's expectations. After a pause, he continued:

"Don't you want to see them? Besides, I've raised many of them, and they all live in the suitcase."

...

Half an hour later.

On an open grassy area at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by lush shrubs.

In the center of the grass, there was an open suitcase, and beside the suitcase stood an elegant blue phoenix.

Inside the suitcase, in a vast extension charm space.

Hagrid looked somewhat stunned at the scene before him. The vast space, filled with countless Acromantulas of varying sizes, was impressive.

Of course, this was nothing new to Hagrid, as he had seen Aragog leading his descendants on a migration.

But what truly shocked him was the style of the place. Since when did Acromantulas understand architecture? They had even built a castle out of webs.

Yes, a castle!

In appearance and shape, it looked like a castle specially designed for Acromantulas.

At this moment, sensing visitors, hundreds of Acromantulas lined up in two rows, standing quietly like soldiers awaiting inspection.

"Merlin's socks! How did you do this?"

This extraordinary sight left Hagrid momentarily bewildered.

"Maybe it's a kind of talent." Ino didn't explain much, simply attributing it to the catch-all explanation of talent.

In the magical world, whenever something couldn't be explained, attributing it to talent usually made everything fall into place.

Sure enough, after hearing it was a talent, Hagrid didn't continue to ask, instead, he turned around with a troubled expression.

"In terms of raising Acromantulas, you're better at it than I am! Really! There's probably nothing I can help you with."

Faced with Hagrid's honesty, Ino shook his head.

"Don't you think they're too fragile? I mean, this species is somewhat capable in the jungle, but once on the plains, they become nothing but living targets."

Calling 5x Acromantulas fragile might sound like a joke to someone else.

However, after hearing this, Hagrid seriously considered it.

"They are indeed a bit fragile. On the plains, Buckbeak alone could kill several Acromantulas."

After hearing Hagrid's confirmation, Ino shared his true thoughts.

"So why don't we try to make them stronger? The biggest flaw of Acromantulas is their overly slender legs. If we can improve their legs, we might be able to breed a new species capable of living on the plains."

"A new species?" Hagrid carefully considered this term.

...

On the lawn outside the castle.

Hagrid was happily holding a silk cocoon the size of a washbasin, which contained some young Acromantulas.

"Ino, why don't you come to my hut for a chat? If you don't have classes this afternoon!"

"Sorry, Hagrid!" Ino said apologetically, then turned his gaze towards the castle.

"I do have classes this afternoon, and I need to go to the library later to look up some information. But don't worry, I'll come to see you when I have time. If you need anything, just let someone bring me a message."

Although he was rejected, Hagrid didn't mind. Instead, he agreed wholeheartedly:

"Alright then! Attending classes is the most important thing. I'll let you know if there are any developments."

...

After bidding farewell to Hagrid.

He didn't go straight back to his dormitory but strolled to the edge of the Black Lake.

Choosing a secluded spot, he opened the suitcase again.

Soon, a palm-sized, entirely blue Acromantula jumped out of the suitcase.

"Lina, is there a way for me to control myself and temporarily give up my mental defenses? There might be an interesting class this afternoon!"

Looking at the sparkling lake, Ino asked leisurely.

When he declined Hagrid's invitation earlier, he suddenly remembered something he had almost forgotten.

Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

He had always found the unique teaching method described in the stories to be very interesting.

Using a Boggart to make young wizards face their fears.

Although he wasn't sure which class it would be during the term, he wanted to participate and see what his latent fears were.

But this required learning to control himself.

Otherwise, if the Boggart transformed, it might be frozen just by peeking at him.

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