Harry, Ron, Hermione eating lunch at the courtyard. Harry Receive a letter from Dumbledore
"Aragog died last night. Harry and Ron, you met him, and you know how special he was Hermione. I know you'd have liked him. It would mean alot to me of you'd hip down for the burial later this evening. I'm planning on doing it round duk, that was his favorite time of day. I know you're not suppose to be out that late, but you can us the cloak wouldn't ask, but I can't face it alone."
"Maybe He want to check on how you're doing?"
"Well here it goes"
"Excellent" "Really Excellent Right I'm going down to Hagrids
Harry took out the rolled-up socks at the bottom of his trunk and exerted the tiny, gleaming bottle. He got to his feet, smiling brimming with confidence.
"What does it feels like?"
"No, no, when he heard what I was doing he said he'd like to come and pay his respect to Aragog too"
"Not in trouble, are yeh?" "Yeh shouldn't' be outta the castle in the evening', I know it,it's my fault--"