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"
Would
n't
have
dreamed
of
it
,
"
said
Slughorn
.
"
Sad
night
,
sad
night
...
where
is
the
poor
creature
?
"
"
Out
here
,
"
said
Hagrid
in
a
shaking
voice
.
"
Shall
we
--
shall
we
do
it
,
then
?
"
The
three
of
them
stepped
out
into
the
back
garden
.
The
moon
was
glistening
palely
through
the
trees
now
,
and
its
rays
mingled
with
the
light
spilling
from
Hagrid
's
window
to
illuminate
Aragog
's
body
lying
on
the
edge
of
a
massive
pit
beside
a
ten-foot-high
mound
of
freshly
dug
earth
.
"
Magnificent
,
"
said
Slughorn
,
approaching
the
spider
's
head
,
where
eight
milky
eyes
stared
blankly
at
the
sky
and
two
huge
,
curved
pincers
shone
,
motionless
,
in
the
moonlight
.
Harry
thought
he
heard
the
tinkle
of
bottles
as
Slughorn
bent
over
the
pincers
,
apparently
examining
the
enormous
hairy
head
.
"
It
's
not
ev
'
ryone
appreciates
how
beau'iful
they
are
,
"
said
Hagrid
to
Slughorn
's
back
,
tears
leaking
from
the
corners
of
his
crinkled
eyes
.
"
I
didn
'
know
yeh
were
interested
in
creatures
like
Aragog
,
Horace
.
"
"
Interested
?
My
dear
Hagrid
,
I
revere
them
,
"
said
Slughorn
,
stepping
back
from
the
body
.
Harry
saw
the
glint
of
a
bottle
disappear
beneath
his
cloak
,
though
Hagrid
,
mopping
his
eyes
once
more
,
noticed
nothing
.
"
Now
...
shall
we
proceed
to
the
burial
?
"
Hagrid
nodded
and
moved
forward
.
He
heaved
the
gigantic
spider
into
his
arms
and
,
with
an
enormous
grunt
,
rolled
it
into
the
dark
pit
.
It
hit
the
bottom
with
a
rather
horrible
,
crunchy
thud
.
Hagrid
started
to
cry
again
.
"
Of
course
,
it
's
difficult
for
you
,
who
knew
him
best
,
"
said
Slughorn
,
who
like
Harry
could
reach
no
higher
than
Hagrid
's
elbow
,
but
patted
it
all
the
same
.
"
Why
do
n't
I
say
a
few
words
?
"
He
must
have
got
a
lot
of
good
quality
venom
from
Aragog
,
Harry
thought
,
for
Slughorn
wore
a
satisfied
smirk
as
he
stepped
up
to
the
rim
of
the
pit
and
said
,
in
a
slow
,
impressive
voice
,
"
Farewell
,
Aragog
,
king
of
arachnids
,
whose
long
and
faithful
friendship
those
who
knew
you
wo
n't
forget
!
Though
your
body
will
decay
,
your
spirit
lingers
on
in
the
quiet
,
web-spun
places
of
your
forest
home
.
May
your
many-eyed
descendants
ever
flourish
and
your
human
friends
find
solace
for
the
loss
they
have
sustained
.
"
