The Acromantula, drained of its venom, stared blankly at the sky. It had only come for a hearty meal, never expecting to end up like this. Its pitch-black eyes reflected the figure of a boy-he held a stick in his hand.
The boy muttered something it could not understand, and then searing pain reached its nerve endings...
"Hiss..." The Acromantula let out an ugly, agonized shriek.
"Sectumsempra really is handy for cutting things... I think I know why the professor invented this spell now," Su Er muttered. He called Hermione over and asked her to help wrap the severed spider legs in vines so they could take them back to the Castle later.
"Three spiders, about thirteen ounces. Think we can get sixty Galleons?" Fred came over, holding a bottle a little over half full of fluorescent green liquid-the bottle held one pint.
"We could've had fifteen ounces if we hadn't missed some," George complained, shaking his wand, which had some of the spilled venom on it.
"I know a good place to sell that bottle of venom for you, if you trust me," Su Er said with a smile. "Then you won't have to make a special trip to Diagon Alley during the holidays."
"Of course we trust you." Fred and George nodded in unison.
"Then, in exchange, I'll treat you to something delicious when we get back to the Castle," Su Er said, beaming.
"Eat... those?" Fred stared incredulously at Hermione, who was directing the vines to bundle up the legs of the three Acromantulas.
"This is definitely a delicacy you've never tried befo-" Halfway through his sentence, Su Er suddenly turned toward the direction they had come from. His smile froze, an ominous premonition rose in his heart, and alarms rang through his mind.
"Never mind that