The man behind Hogwarts

Aragog was horrified when he saw a fire spider climbing up the tree.

There are not only more Acromantulas on the tree, but also dense spider webs.

The cobwebs have been formed for many years and have long lost their freshness. Maybe all the cobwebs in the entire space will be burned with just one flicker of flame.

"hiss--"

Aragog screamed.

The spider on the tree heard the sound and suddenly became fearless of the flames. The spider in front of the fire spider turned around, hugged the fire spider and fell to the ground.

The safety of the spider web is protected by cutting off the gecko's tail.

"William, stop now, no more fire spells. I give up."

Aragog was anxious to admit defeat. If William were to cast a few more fire spells, his lair would be burned to the ground.

Seeing Aragog's "poor" look, Hagrid's heart softened.

After all, he has been his partner for decades, and under his influence, Aragog has never eaten a human in his life. This is something that has never happened in the history of Acromantula.

No Acromantula can restrain its ferocious and violent temper.

Only Aragog, only this partner of his.

"William..." Hagrid shouted softly, his eyes unbearable.

I want to talk but don’t know how to say it...

The whole cause of this matter lies with Aragog, and there is nothing wrong with William's approach.

Both of them are his cherished friends, and he is really torn at the moment.

William looked at Hagrid, and suddenly a spring breeze blew over his indifferent face, revealing a warm smile: "Hagrid, it seems that Aragog doesn't want to be friends with me, or let's forget it."

Ok?

Hearing this, Hagrid was surprised and delighted.

William did not make things difficult for him, but took the initiative to help him solve the problem.

How considerate!

"That's right, let's forget it." Hagrid said in a conciliatory tone, "I also know the centaurs. Let's go and play with them later."

Aragog stood silently.

Seeing William standing unscathed inside the barrier, my heart itched with hatred.

As the king of this group of Acromantulas, apart from respecting Hagrid, no wizard has ever made him suffer such a big loss.

His ferocious nature prevents him from admitting defeat;

But his survival instinct told him to admit defeat.

In front of William, the Acromantula seemed to have met its nemesis, restraining them even more than the Basilisk.

There are two things that scare wizards the most about Acromantula: poison and quantity.

The poison of the Acromantula is well-known throughout the wizarding world, and anyone bitten by them is almost pronounced dead.

Complementing the poison is the reproductive ability of their race.

Few magical creatures are as fertile as Acromantulas, who can lay up to a hundred eggs at a time.

Each batch of eggs only takes six to eight weeks to hatch, and the hatched Acromantulas grow up quickly.

Poison combined with quantity are the special skills of the Acromantula.

"What is his translucent barrier? Is it magic? Why is there such magic?"

"As long as we can't break through his barrier, we Acromantula can only let him kill us."

"You must hold it back! Hold it!"

William looked around and saw no more spiders in the three directions behind him, all hidden in the darkness; only there were many spiders in front of him, surrounding Aragog.

After venting, he comforted Hagrid a few more times.

"Hagrid, why don't you go out and wait for me first, and I'll have a few words with Aragog."

Hagrid was stunned, "What are you going to say?"

"Yes, Hagrid, please go out first. I'll have a few words with William." Aragog added, knowing that William would definitely want to negotiate terms.

After just a brief contact with him, he knew that this little wizard was not a good person.

Hagrid is so kind, so it’s better to avoid him.

"Okay." Hagrid sighed, feeling that today was really unlucky: "Don't fight anymore. Aragog, control your children; William..."

"Don't worry Hagrid, I won't do anything." William said warmly.

After watching Hagrid leave, Aragog said tiredly: "Tell me, how do you plan to deal with it?"

William said calmly: "I heard that your Acromantula's venom is good. I need this."

In the magical world, the venom of Acromantula is very expensive, a pint can cost 100 galleons, and it is priceless.

As the victor, it is only natural to demand compensation from the defeated party.

"Venom?! Impossible!" Aragog said angrily: "It is impossible for a living Acromantula to hand over its venom, even if it is my order."

"It's impossible to live, what about the dead?"

"The venom in the dead Acromantula will dry out quickly, and once it is gone, it will lose its effect."

William nodded, knowing that venom did have this property.

Take a look at the spiders that were burned to ashes around you, ingest some ashes, and find that there are only ashes inside. Not to mention the venom, even the chelicerae have turned into ashes.

"Then what do you think we should do?" William asked.

Aragog lowered his voice: "It was our fault that the children attacked you just now. William, we are friends, so let's just forget about it."

As a highly intelligent Acromantula, Aragog suppressed the anger in his heart and discussed it calmly.

"Aragog, you must be several decades old, and you are still so naive."

A cold light flashed in William's eyes: "I don't want to discuss who was right and who was wrong in the battle just now. You just need to tell me what compensation you can pay."

"I only give you three chances to speak."

"If you can't satisfy me...then there will be one less race in the Forbidden Forest."

Outright threat.

The clear voice was full of domineering, showing that he meant what he said.

Every battle is not just a battle, but also a game of interests; by the time the battle ends, either party will be completely extinct, or it will always have to return to the negotiation table.

Since you don't plan to kill, you have to get the maximum benefit.

Several of Aragog's limbs made clicking sounds, "William, we are all Hagrid's friends, do you completely ignore his feelings?"

"No, you're wrong."

William said solemnly: "If it weren't for Hagrid, all the Acromantulas here would have turned into ashes."

Hearing this, Aragog was silent for a moment.

Looking at the little wizard in front of him, he felt that what the other person said was decisive and he definitely had a character that meant what he said.

"Three opportunities..."

Aragog thought for a moment and said, "I'm not lying to you. Living Acromantulas cannot excrete venom... but there are always dead ones... I can give you five pints of venom."

A pint of venom is worth at least a hundred galleons.

"How much venom can an Acromantula get?" William asked.

"No more than two ounces," Aragog answered.

Just two ounces.

A pint equals twenty ounces. One pint is approximately equal to 560 milliliters in William's previous life.

In other words, it would take at least ten Acromantulas to make up one pint.