Felix hesitated for a moment, then turned back to ask the eight-eyed giant spider Gok: "If I let you manage this group of eight-eyed giant spiders, can you do it, Gok?"

He felt the big spider next to him trembling all over, and the big claws couldn't help but exert force, clamping the goblet even flatter.

Felix hurriedly touched it with his wand, and Gok collapsed uncontrollably. The goblet fell out of the big claws and floated in front of him. Felix glanced inside and said uncertainly: "It should be okay..."

Aragog said angrily: "Wizard, what do you want to do!"

But no one paid attention to it. Felix was waiting for Gok's answer, and the time seemed to be stretched. Finally, Gok answered him, "I think I can do it." It knew that it had boarded the wizard's pirate ship.

Felix smiled with satisfaction: "You will restrain your people, right?"

Gok said heavily: "Yes!"

Aragog was furious, and he swung his claws, "Go, kill that wizard, kill that traitor."

The eight-eyed giant spiders behind him approached quickly, and some of them jumped up, but Gok did not move. He knew that the wizard would solve all the problems.

Everything was like a scene replaying. Felix was holding a violently rotating spherical vortex, and there were hundreds of blue magic lines around him. Under the terrifying suction, these big spiders were dragged closer without any room for resistance, shrinking to the size of a fingernail.

Felix stared at the dozens of eight-eyed giant spiders in the vortex and said in admiration: "Every time I see it, I feel the magic of magic."

Gok said depressedly: "Me too."

There were no eight-eyed giant spiders larger than a pumpkin in the concave ground. From the perspective of a bystander, Gok saw it more clearly. He was also like this at the beginning and had no power to fight back.

Felix waved his wand, causing the shrunken spiders in the vortex to float in the air, along with those in the goblet, and they were all densely packed and struggling violently. "Tell me, Gok, which ones will become obstacles for you?"

Gok looked at the floating eight-eyed giant spiders in the air and hesitantly pointed at a few, "They have eaten people, not students of Hogwarts, but Muggles and wizards who strayed into the Forbidden Forest, and a werewolf."

Felix nodded, and a few small white flames appeared from his fingertips, burning them to ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Anything else?"

Gok said tremblingly, "Except, except Aragog... there is nothing else."

"Very good," Felix said, and he put Aragog into the glass bottle, and the rest of the eight-eyed giant spiders were thrown to the ground by him and returned to their original state.

His surroundings suddenly became crowded, and these big spiders were stacked up in several layers, like a high circular wall.

"Gok, I won't delay you from regaining the colony. I will celebrate your becoming the new king another day." Felix was ready to leave.

"H-Mr. Hep," Gok asked, "Aragog...what are you going to do with it?"

Felix said calmly, "It's old and sick. I'll take it to Hagrid and let Hagrid take care of it. Maybe it can live a few more years."

Felix stuffed the glass bottle and the new prisoner inside into his pocket, took out the flying broom from the ring, and flew into the sky.

...

In the evening, Harry, Ron and Hermione knocked on Hagrid's door.

Hagrid first looked at them suspiciously, then looked at the sky outside and muttered, "It's not too late, come in." He made way.

Harry was covered in mud and still holding the flying broom in his hand - he had just finished training and was so tired at the moment that he sat down on the cushion and didn't want to move.

Ron kept searching and soon found the figure of the three-headed dog Fluffy under the small table. He walked over and dragged it out, holding it in his arms: "Has Professor Happ been here? When we were here last time, Fluffy was as big as Fang."

"Yeah," Hagrid said, his mood was a little low.

"Hagrid, what happened?" Hermione asked.

"Is it that obvious?" Hagrid pointed in Ron's direction and said, "It's Aragog..." Ron then saw a fist-sized spider lying on the dirty mat. Ron

screamed and stepped back. He was most afraid of this thing, especially since it seemed to be an old spider, with half black and half gray hair on its body, and gray eyes, it looked very scary.

Harry was not afraid. He said doubtfully, "You seemed to have mentioned the name Aragog..."

Hermione reminded him, "That was the name of a giant eight-eyed spider that Hagrid raised fifty years ago. It was because of this that people mistakenly believed that he opened the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets."

Harry suddenly realized, and then he had a new question: "But the giant eight-eyed spiders in the pictures are all very big... Oh, I thought of it, was it made by Professor Happ, just like Fluffy?"

"That's right," Hagrid muttered, "Felix came this morning and told me something. I didn't expect Aragog to... Never mind, it's old anyway."

He stopped at the key point, which made Harry and the other two feel itchy. But Hagrid didn't want to say it, and they had no choice.

Hermione couldn't help but say, "Hagrid, I read in a book that the venom of the Acromanthus is highly toxic."

Hagrid waved his hand, "It's too old to produce venom, and it's blind, so it can't hunt in nature. That means the Acromanthus in the Forbidden Forest are all its descendants, otherwise... it's better this way, I'll keep it, so I don't have to worry about it being eaten by other spiders."

The three of them took turns hugging the three-headed dog, and Fluffy also resigned himself to his fate and didn't struggle. The three heads fought for the rock cake in Ron's hand. Ron seemed to be very enthusiastic about this activity, and he never tired of sending the rock cake to its three mouths.

"Don't feed too much!" Hagrid roared, "It will have indigestion."

...

Harry and the other two didn't stay for too long. They promised Professor McGonagall that they must return to the castle before dark.

In the common room, Harry and Ron were catching up on their homework, but they seemed absent-minded. Harry sighed, took out a piece of parchment and a notebook from his schoolbag, and kept comparing the contents on it.

Ron leaned over to take a look, then immediately pushed the homework in front of him aside, "Are you completing the paper assigned to you by Professor Happ?"

Harry said, "Yes, it's about the dueling system, I boasted."

"Is it difficult? Your Disarming Charm is already very good."

"No, I can't rely on just one Disarming Charm. If Hermione is here... Hermione? Why didn't you go to Professor Happ's office today?" Harry looked at the little witch opposite him in confusion.

Hermione looked up panicked, "What? Oh, I don't have to go today."

Ron laughed at her, "Did you forget? I always feel that something is wrong with you recently. You lose things, your words are inconsistent..."

"Then you are wrong," Hermione stood up straight, and she glanced at Ron arrogantly, "I'm making the third-year ancient magic test questions, if you think this is wrong."

Ron immediately stuttered, "Third, third-year test questions, Hermione, this can't be..."

"Yes, you will see it next week." She said with a straight face.

Next, Harry watched with great interest as Ron kept praising Hermione, hoping to see the content of the test paper in advance, "Just a little bit, Hermione, even a little hint will do..."