Harry Potter and the Old Ones - Chapter 686

“Okay…Okay…” After another long silence, Aragog said with difficulty.

There is no life that does not yearn for eternal life, and there is no life that does not yearn for powerful power, even if the price is to be bound and controlled in a huge political machine.

“We…we what…when are we going?” Aragog asked weakly.

It knew very well how powerful Tiera was, even if he was so old that he was dying, even if he could no longer see, he could still feel the dark and terrifying oppression that stood in front of him like an abyss.

It was an instinctive fear, it was a tremor from the depths of the soul, and the eyes that had been invisible could instead make Aragog feel this sense of oppression more intuitively and accurately.

“It depends on when you want to regain your youth,” Tiera said, “or how long you think you can last.”

“Can I apologize to… and Hagrid?” Aragog asked.

“You will have time in the future, and there will be almost endless time.” Tiera said, extending her finger, pointing to the king of eight-eyed giant spiders—

It was obvious that Tiera’s fingers were at least five meters away from Aragog, but the space between them was folded and compressed like crumpled paper.

Tiera’s finger touched the middle of Aragog’s eight eyes, and then retreated with a touch.

“Crack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack…”

Aragog’s jaws quivered excitedly, his eight gray-white eyes gradually became clear, and the originally sparse and soft leg hairs pierced the skin and grew out again, becoming extremely hard.

Empty poison glands are refilled with deadly toxins.

“Boom…boom…boom…boom boom boom boom boom boom…”

The slow-beating heart beat like an engine that had been refilled with enough gasoline and fuel.

Strength, youth, and near-inexhaustible life refilled Aragog’s aging body.

“Crack clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap…”

Aragog stood up excitedly, propped up his elephant-like body with eight legs that were as hard as steel forks, and showed his excitement for regaining his youth with his jaws that were trembling for a moment.

Tiera just stood there with such a smile, watching Aragog excitedly sway his long-lost youth.

“Then let’s go.” When Aragog finally calmed down, Tiera said with a smile.

“I wonder if I can see Hagrid for the last time? Say goodbye to him?” Aragog asked.

“Like I said, you will have time in the future.” Tiera said with a smile, “What you have is an almost infinite life, which means infinite time, one month, two months, three The difference between Moon and Hagrid is only one second that is infinitely compressed relative to your long life and time.”

“But Hagrid…” Aragog asked.

“Hagrid will have it too.” Tiera interrupted with a smile, “Hagrid will also have an endless life.”

“Really?” Aragog asked in surprise.

“Really.” Tiera nodded, “A magic that can make you immortal is nothing to me, but it doesn’t mean that this gift is so cheap, cheap to the point of free. .”

“You still want to get life from Hagrid?” Aragog asked cautiously.

“I want something from you.” Tiera said with a smile.

“Your eternal loyalty, your support for the government I established, and your unconditional obedience to the ruler’s orders.” Tiera stretched out her hand again, with a golden flame burning on it. , “As long as your faithfulness remains, death and old age will be far from Hagrid.”

“As long as the ruler’s order does not involve Hagrid!” Aragog said vigorously.

“As long as the ruler’s order does not involve Hagrid.” Tiera agreed.

“Okay! I agree!” said Aragog.

“Very sensible decision!” Tiera smiled happily, her burning palm gently covering the center of Aragog’s eight eyes.

The golden flames were gentle and gentle, like strands of golden threads running along Aragog’s forehead.

When Tiera took his hand away from Aragog’s forehead, a small and responsible symbol was printed on Aragog’s forehead.

It was a nearly circular pattern composed of countless non-parallel lines interlaced. There seemed to be three eye doodles composed of abstract curves in the middle of the pattern. The three eyes seemed to be independent and integrated with each other.

“From now on, I declare you to be my family.”

Tiera sang softly.

“You and your descendants will enjoy my protection.”

“You and your descendants will dedicate eternal loyalty to me, support the kingdom of God that I have established, and obey the orders of the rulers.”

“With this, I will grant you, and Rubeus Hagrid, son of a giantess, keeper of the Forbidden Forest, eternal and indelible life and youth.”