Hagrid held a pink umbrella and turned the brightness to the lowest level.

When the densely packed Acromantulas inside saw him, they all retreated to both sides in an orderly manner.

"Oh, Aragog—"

He saw the big figure in the middle and shed tears of sadness.

"Bah-" He took out a slightly dirty handkerchief from his pocket and blew away the snot that flowed down uncontrollably.

"Aragog, how are you doing lately?"

"No, Hagrid-"

The big figure leaned forward with difficulty, "I'm not in good health, I can't see, and my son was bullied by a group of brats."

"Ah - how unfortunate it is."

Hagrid couldn't help but start crying again.

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Chapter completed!