All twenty-four spider legs had ended up in the four of their stomachs. George and Fred had been a little apprehensive at first, mainly because the legs looked so hideous. Even the fierce flames had failed to burn away their spikes.
But seeing that Hermione and Su Er's expressions seemed genuine, they had worked up the courage to reach for the spider legs, and from then on, there was no stopping them.
"They're delicious. Completely different from the food in the kitchen." Fred sucked his fingers and shook his head appreciatively.
"Premium ingredients often need only the simplest cooking methods." George's face was full of satisfaction too.
"Shame we didn't have any salt. They'd taste even better if we brought out the sweetness," Su Er said regretfully.
"Salt? That's easy." Fred slapped his thigh.
Su Er and Hermione looked at him in puzzlement, but George caught on at once and chuckled.
"Next time we come to the Forbidden Forest, we just bring a packet of salt!"
"You want to come back?" Hermione's eyes widened. "We nearly lost our lives this time."
Fred and George exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.
"Why wouldn't we?"
"Besides, I just thought of a solution. Why did we end up in danger?"
"Why?" Hermione couldn't help asking.
Fred grinned smugly, stood up, and mimed riding something.
"Because we didn't bring flying broomsticks!"
"Think about it. If we'd come fully prepared this time and brought flying broomsticks, we could've just flown away when something like that happened!"
As he spoke, Fred shrugged. "What, could the Acromantulas fly up after us?"
"And the Forbidden Forest's complicated terrain makes it perfect for practicing our flying skills. It'll help us win Quidditch matches!" George immediately caught his brother's meaning.
"We get spider legs to eat, venom to sell,