They passed Hagrid's hut.

The ranger was busy with his teaching work and had no time to pay attention to the three little wizards.

Ron was very excited. He strode closely behind Harry.

The forbidden forest was a little different from what he had imagined. It was very quiet, with almost no obvious sounds of animals or birds, except for the occasional rustling sound.

Make him nervous.

But I couldn't tell whether it was the footsteps of an animal or the wind blowing the leaves.

Wait until we enter the woods.

Harry took out the Sorting Hat, pulled out the painting, and with a flick of his wand, a map appeared.

I have to say, Gryffindor does have a bad taste.

The map was cast under a spell. Even after thousands of years, and with the magic of Hogwarts maintaining it, not even he could "double it".

He waved his wand again, and the map he had drawn flew out, and they were compared.

"Harry, Albus wanted to get the map from me during the summer vacation." The Sorting Hat took credit, "But I never gave it to him. Don't you want to praise me?"

"That's thanks to the contract. What does it have to do with you?" Harry waved his hand and answered casually.

Thousands of years ago, this place was the territory of a group of foxes.

Now……

Rabbits make their nests here.

He waved his wand again, and a new sheet of parchment flew out, depicting the contrasting terrain.

The Sorting Hat was very dissatisfied: "He is Dumbledore. If he wants to..."

"Just say it," Harry interrupted.

The Sorting Hat paused. "I mean, some time ago Fawkes brought me a magazine, you know, Wizard Weekly, recommending new hats..."

Harry was stunned and looked down at it: "Are you in love?"

"Which one do you like? I'll buy it for you."

"But..." He was a little embarrassed when he said this, "I haven't learned the spell to inject thoughts yet, and I'm a man. If you don't mind..."

The Sorting Hat panicked: "No, my God, Harry, what are you thinking?"

"Why are you the same as Rowena?"

"I don't mean to fall in love."

"I just..."

Ron leaned over curiously, "What's wrong with Ms. Ravenclaw?"

"She is very kind. She and Helga were worried that I would be lonely as a hat after they left, so they asked me if I wanted to make another hat." The Sorting Hat sighed helplessly.

"Is he setting you up on a blind date?" Harry asked in a strange tone.

The Sorting Hat nodded its tip and said, "Even Gryffindor is like this, but I'm just a hat. However, they didn't force it. After I sternly refused, they gave up the idea."

"Otherwise I wouldn't be the one and only Sorting Hat now."

Harry reminded it, "Have you ever thought that if you had another hat, you wouldn't have to be a cat scratching post for decades?"

The Sorting Hat was startled.

It went quiet, thinking carefully.

Harry continued to explore the way forward.

Ron was very happy. He had only been here for less than an hour, but he had already picked up a handful of unicorn hair, a piece of white celery, and a few roots of monkshood...

If we continue like this, maybe we can save enough money for the family’s textbooks next year.

The Sorting Hat finally reacted: "No, Harry, we are not talking about the cat scratching post now. The headmaster has passed away. Dumbledore only has Fawkes, and he... um... he likes to be clean and rarely touches me."

"I mean the decoration..."

Harry interrupted: "But Professor Dumbledore is old. Will he retire in a few years?"

"Headmaster McGonagall will take over when the time comes."

The Sorting Hat shook its tip. "Minerva is very serious and reliable. She is a qualified candidate for professor. But what's wrong with her taking over?"

"Minerva doesn't have a pet as far as I can remember."

Ron tugged at it. "But Professor McGonagall's Animagus is a cat."

The Sorting Hat was startled, and many wrinkles appeared on the hat.

Here comes the problem.

Even the knowledgeable Sorting Hat doesn't know whether Animagus cats would have the habit of looking for scratching posts.

"And Hermione is very good. What if she becomes the headmaster in the future?" Harry asked another heart-wrenching question.

The Sorting Hat has more wrinkles.

"Um……"

"Um……"

He was in a dilemma, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally sighed, "Then just use it as a scratching post. Thinking back, those days were pretty happy. Besides, Godric and the others are long gone, so it's useless even if I regret it."

Hermione grabbed it and said, "Then I will take you back today. Crookshanks misses you very much."

"Don't!" the Sorting Hat screamed, "Merciful, kind Miss Granger, please don't do this. I'm just having fun in misery. I don't really like that kind of life."

"Didn't you say you had your eyes on some accessories?" Hermione didn't let go. "I'll buy any of them you like. Just stay with Crookshanks for a few days."

The Sorting Hat hesitated for a while, then asked hesitantly, "Really?"

"Of course." Hermione nodded.

The Sorting Hat tapped the tip of its hat on the back of Hermione's hand. "How long will a piece of jewelry take to play with that Kneazle?"

"A week?" Hermione put forward a price.

The Sorting Hat shook its head and bargained: "One day, one day!"

Hermione sneered and let go of her hand: "Forget it then."

"Forget it, forget it. I still have Harry." The Sorting Hat flattered, and slowly said, "Harry, I have my eyes on a few..."

Harry waved his wand: "I'm busy now, don't disturb me."

"I suggest you discuss this with Hermione."

Hermione hummed slightly in pleasure.

The Sorting Hat hesitated and poked the back of her hand with the tip of the hat. "Two days then?"

"At least three days." Hermione held up three fingers.

The Sorting Hat sighed and agreed, "Okay, okay, three days is three days. I tell you, I have a lot of experience with cat scratching posts, so Miss Granger, you must buy me the best quality."

"Do you have Wizard Weekly?"

"I'll give it to you when I get back..."

Harry stopped suddenly.

Ron, who was only looking at the ground, bumped into Harry's back. His head hit the hard leather armor, making him scream in pain.

Hermione followed and stopped: "What's wrong?"

"The teaching aids are here." Harry turned around, looked at them and smiled.

This kind of smile made both of them feel a jolt in their hearts, their hair stood on end, and a chill ran up along their tail vertebrae.

"What teaching aids?" The two swallowed.

Harry looked towards the quiet forest and said softly, "Ron will probably like it. Oh... here they come."

With a whoosh——

A milky white bolt of lightning shot out from the woods and headed towards Harry.

Harry waved his wand.

The flames surged and collided with the white **, burning it clean.

The noises of "Crack, crack" became louder and louder, and even Hermione and Ron could hear them. Several black spiders the size of large dogs crawled out from the shadows and waved their claws at them.

He comes with ill intentions.

Ron's face turned pale and he trembled: "Spider...Spider."

Hermione's face turned pale, but she was calmer than Ron. She stammered out the entry: "Acromantula, 5X-level dark magic magical creature."

"They are extremely intelligent. Judging from their size, they should be between 20 and 30 years old."

Harry shook his head, "No, they're only in their teens."

"They haven't reached maturity yet. They're still growing. The reason they're so big is because they're all female spiders."

"Let's run away." Ron said decisively.

Harry looked at him: "Why are you running away, just because you are scared?"

Ron was startled.

"Ridiculous?" Harry waved his wand and chanted the spell from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. "Remember what Professor Lupin said?"

“Overcome your fear.”

"You are a wizard, and a very good one. Transfiguration is 'O', Charms is 'E', and these are just immature giant spiders, at best..."

The eight-eyed giant spider didn't give them time to chat and pounced on them suddenly. Its sharp claws were a shiny black color and were stained with a deadly poison.

Bang--

Harry flicked his wand and blasted it away.

"You see, they're easy to deal with."

"You can survive three spells from me, but they can't even survive one. You are much stronger than them."

Ron's face turned resentful and he sighed: "Harry, I know you mean well."

"But next time, it's better not to comfort others."

He gritted his teeth, waved his wand, and chanted a spell. The vines in the forest spread out and headed towards the giant spider that was circling behind Harry, ready to launch a surprise attack.

With another swing, the vine twisted and twisted its abdomen off.

Green blood almost splashed on his face.

Hermione also waved her wand, petrifying them all - as creatures of dark magic, they possessed a certain resistance to magic, and the spells cast by the third-grade witch were hardly effective.

She also quickly changed her strategy and used a Transfiguration spell.

But the reason why the eight-eyed giant spiders can become the overlord of the Forbidden Forest is not only because of their "XXXXX" level of danger, but also because of their huge population.

Fight off one.

Ten or twenty of them came out of the woods.

Ron and Hermione were a little unfamiliar at first, but gradually, they became familiar with the battle ideas, Transfiguration surged, and the speed of solving the problem became faster.

But no matter how fast they were, they could not match the speed of the eight-eyed giant spider that surrounded them.

They were so crowded that they soon filled the circle.

By the time they started to gasp for breath and their magic power was almost exhausted, there were already corpses of eight-eyed giant spiders lying all around them.

"Harry, I really can't do it anymore." Hermione panted, her face flushed, and waved her hands, "I don't have the strength anymore."

Ron was better than Hermione, but not much better.

Harry smiled and nodded, waving his wand.

A fallen tree twisted and turned into a huge snake. Harry tapped the Sorting Hat again, and a pinch of white powder flew out and landed on the snake.

The breath spread and was blown away by the wind.

No need to do anything.

Snap, snap—

This group of eight-eyed giant spiders fled so quickly, scrambling for the first place, and in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared.

"First lesson of the day." Harry looked at the two stunned people. "Sometimes, you don't have to use spells to solve problems. The brain is a very useful thing."

Hermione said dryly: "Oh, yes..."

"The basilisk is the natural enemy of the Acromantula. You also gave each of us a bag of basilisk bone powder."