Harry failed to keep his word. He still sliced apart the eight spiders that crept up behind them.
When Ron gave him a questioning look, he was too embarrassed to admit that eight spiders springing out at once had startled him. In his panic, he had inevitably hit a little harder than intended.
A Gryffindor could never admit to being afraid. Harry considered himself a true Gryffindor, so he had to stick it out to the bitter end.
So he feigned composure. "The venom we're collecting is for Professor Slughorn. These little things on the outskirts probably don't have very good venom. Professor Slughorn might not be interested.
"Taking them back would just be a waste of time. We might as well go a little deeper and look for bigger ones."
"Yeah, that makes sense." Ron was very clever, as his skill at wizard's chess clearly showed. But he had one problem: most of the time, he couldn't be bothered to think.
Whether it was Harry, Hermione, or Tris beside him, as long as what they said sounded reasonable at first, he chose to believe and support them.
His guiding principle was simple: his mate's opinion was his opinion.
Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stole a glance at Tris. Seeing no particular expression on his face either, Harry knew he had gotten away with it.
Damn it!
Those bloody spiders nearly made a fool of me. I'll have to kill a few more to work off my anger, Harry thought. As for killing spiders, he had no qualms whatsoever.
Never mind how ugly they were, or how they looked like bad news at first glance. The way they had surrounded the group to hunt them made it obvious that they regularly preyed on humans.
Harry didn't share