Harry put away his wand and looked at Aragog in surprise.

Ron and Hagrid were also surprised.

They had hardly ever seen any changes in Harry's expression. It was just like reading the memory of an eight-eyed giant spider...

"Harry?" Hagrid noticed, too, and began to feel uneasy.

Harry looked at Aragog and whispered, "What a huge surprise."

"I saw Barty Crouch Jr. in its memory."

Aragog did not speak. He possessed intelligence, but his soul was not as strong as that of a human. He was still sinking in the shock brought by Leidency, and the magic affected his soul, causing him great pain.

Hagrid's face turned pale.

He knew, of course, who Barty Crouch Jr. was, and knew exactly what it meant for Harry to see that man in Aragog's memories.

"Fourth year, or fifth year?" Harry whispered, casting a spell on it to wake it up.

Aragog regained consciousness, his eight compound eyes filled with fear: "You are reading my memory, you evil wizard..."

I couldn't even finish reading the word "wizard".

It saw Harry raise his wand, creating a shower of sparks, and swallowing all the dirty words he had learned from Hagrid throughout his life into his Malpighian tubules.

"I don't know what grade it is." Aragog shook his head.

Harry narrowed his eyes, and they became sharp and dangerous.

Aragog spoke quickly, "But I remember very clearly that you held a huge party in the castle that year, with dragons, sphinxes, and something called a blasting-tailed skrewt that Hagrid made."

It was the year when the Triwizard Tournament was held.

"Did he start contacting you at that time?" Harry nodded. "It's been almost two years, and he hasn't contacted you. You're still willing to believe him. I've killed Voldemort several times, and he only has one or two lives left."

He said casually.

Aragog didn't say anything, and there wasn't much expression on the spider's face, but the emotions in its eight eyes were too obvious.

"It seems that he has contacted you during this period. How did he contact you?" Harry seized the opportunity, quickened his speech, and asked.

Aragog looked at Harry in horror.

This human wizard is reading his own mind!

Ron tutted his words in amazement.

Harry's ability to read people's minds through changes in facial expressions and looks actually also works on magical creatures?

Harry raised his wand. "Do you want me to get on with it?"

"No!" Aragog shook his head in panic, "I did meet him again."

"Hagrid feeds the Thestrals ten times and we'll meet."

Harry looked at Hagrid.

Hagrid counted on his fingers. "I feed the Thestrals once a week. Ten times is... um, thirty days?"

"Seventy days." Harry had never expected much from Hagrid's calculations.

He turned his head and continued to stare at Aragog: "Is this where we meet every time?"

Aragog nodded.

Always in the Forbidden Forest?

Harry's eyes were full of strange colors: "Do you know how he got here?"

Aragog shook his head. "I don't know."

Harry waved his hand and shook his wand: "Tell me about your experience of meeting him, every time, in detail."

Aragog's eight eyes twisted and said, "Oh, he is very careful. He always uses your invisibility spell to come here. Sometimes it is difficult for my children to find him."

"He's a very nice guy and he always brings us food."

"They were still alive last year, but starting this year, the quality has deteriorated a lot, and they are all mummies."

Hagrid turned pale.

Ron frowned and twisted his brows, and had the urge to take out his wand.

They all knew what the eight-eyed spiders' favorite food was, and they also knew that the word that sounded the same as "mommy" referred to human corpses.

"When he came to visit, he never mentioned what was happening over there. Even when I asked him questions, he always told me not to worry and that he would bring us food regularly."

"Although it's a dried corpse, it's better than nothing."

"Every time he would just urge us to have more children, or ask for some venom. He would not stay for long, only from the time the moon just rose to the time it hung on the branch."

Harry followed its gaze.

The branches are very low, between half an hour to an hour.

Aragog tried to remember. "That's all."

"That's not very detailed." Harry shook his head and pointed his wand at it. "What was the content of each conversation?"

Aragog held up his claws for a long time, then sighed, "Human wizard, you should read my memory yourself. I can't explain it."

Too much, too long...

It would rather Harry went to see it himself.

The moment this sentence landed, Harry's wrist shook.

Telepathy!

He continued to look through the memory of the Acromanthus. Its description was brief but detailed. Just as it said, every time Barty Crouch Jr. came, he would never reveal his information or his whereabouts. He would drop off the corpse, inquire about the scale of the Acromanthus swarm, and urge them to lay more eggs. Apart from that, he would not say anything and would just leave.

What concerned Harry most were the bodies he had left behind.

In the furthest memory, the bodies were those of people whose left arms had been corroded - these people were easy to identify.

A Death Eater.

Those who Barty Crouch believed were betrayers of Voldemort and were easy to deal with.

However, after the seventh or eighth meetings, the corpses he brought to Aragog had turned into mummies, with their blood and vitality drained away. They were not entirely wizards, and among them were a considerable number of ordinary people.

Harry was no stranger to this kind of death.

Voldemort was resurrected in the vault, and the people who were sacrificed died in this way.

Is it the corpse that was used in the vault?

Or has it been used by other Horcruxes?

These illusory shadows in memory have no breath, no trace, and cannot serve as clues to confirm reality.

However, he was able to confirm it.

Among these bodies, there was no body of Karkaroff. The headmaster of Durmstrang seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was the shadow of another acquaintance.

Umbridge.

After being expelled from Hogwarts, she disappeared from the castle and was teleported to some corner of the world, only to be picked up by Barty Crouch.

Even after death, she was still very disgusting. The eight-eyed giant spiders shared the corpses. No spider was willing to touch her, nor did they dare to leave her to Aragog. In the end, she was thrown here and there, dragged away to feed the young spiders - of course, this might be related to the way Umbridge died. She seemed to have been enjoyed by the trolls for a while. Harry couldn't smell it, but he could clearly see those things on her body that were stained with the trolls' nameable or unnameable things.

It's just that ordinary people and trolls don't get along.

Hagrid's parents, the husband is a wizard and the wife is a giant.

It seemed that she died in humiliation after being tortured for only a few days.

As the memories become fresher, the bodies that Barty Crouch brings to the Acromantula also include more and more ordinary people.

Harry memorized their appearances one by one.

He knew that different regions and different water and soil would give birth to people with different appearances, but he had never studied this thing after returning. When he returned to the castle, he would ask Sirius to buy a few books and study them carefully. Perhaps he could use this method to deduce the location of Barty Crouch Jr.

Harry stepped out of his memory and cast a spell to wake up Aragog: "When was the last time you met him?"

Aragog's voice was a little weak: "He just left not long ago."

"Hagrid only fed the Thestrals once."

Harry exhaled: "Two months left?"

"If I do not sign your oath, will you kill me and all my children?" Aragog asked.

Harry nodded. "Of course."

"Even for Hagrid's sake?" it asked again.

"No, Aragog, I won't plead for you!" Hagrid clenched his fists, his face pale, his voice trembling, even sadder than when he was rejected by Maxim, "You...you broke the agreement between us, how could you...Oh, no, I promised Professor Dumbledore that you would never eat humans, so I left you in the Forbidden Forest."

"How could you... do this?"

Aragog said softly, "I have spent many, dozens of winters, Hagrid, and I have not violated the agreement between us. I have not hunted humans, nor have I attacked the students of the castle."

"He sent it over."

"A friend should never refuse a gift from a friend."

Hagrid gritted his teeth: "That evil guy is not a friend!"

Aragog said nothing.

Hagrid turned his back and sobbed softly, "Harry, do it, my eyes are a little uncomfortable."

"It won't live much longer." Harry shook his head.

Hagrid sobbed and started.

Aragog groaned, "Yes, I won't live long, maybe a year, maybe two years, Hagrid, I am very old, very old."

"One year?" Harry chuckled. "You overestimate your lifespan."

After returning from behind the curtain, he became more sensitive to the smell of death.

A heavy smell of decay lingered around Aragog.

"In half a year at most, you'll be dead," said Harry, and Hagrid's sobbing became louder.

He paused for a moment, waiting for Hagrid to suppress his voice. "For Hagrid's sake, I can give you six months to let you die of old age."

"But, as the elder of the Acromanthus tribe, you must sign a contract between the Acromanthus and Hogwarts."

"Besides, your territory is too big now. A small piece will be enough, right?"

Aragog whispered: "But my children need room to grow. They..."

"Hogwarts needs Acromantulas," Harry interrupted. "Whether it's Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, or Transfiguration, I think some Acromantulas can be used as teaching aids and teaching materials."

"Your children can do whatever they want."

"The extra ones can be handed over to the school."