Crispy Spider Legs Look Delicious

"The other party was wearing a mask to conceal their identity."

Aragog's words relieved the horses' embarrassment.

"Although some of my children saw what the other side looked like at the very beginning, they were all killed in battle because they were on the front lines. And I don't think that was what the other side really looked like either. Later, for some reason, the other side put on a strange mask, and then we could no longer see what the other side looked like, or even their body shape."

Hearing Aragog's words, Hagrid's expression grew even more serious. Clearly, the other party's appearance in the Forbidden Forest was no accident, but rather a premeditated move.

Hagrid felt it necessary to inform Headmaster Dumbledore of this immediately. He decided that he would go to the Headmaster's Office at daybreak the next morning to report on the events of the evening. He would also try to obtain some compensation for the severely damaged Acromantula.

For some reason, Headmaster Dumbledore always disliked these cute little spiders. They had done a great job protecting the Forbidden Forest this time, and so many of Aragog's descendants had died. If they weren't properly compensated, it would be too much to ask, wouldn't it? His men would be disheartened!

Bell quietly slipped back into his dorm room, used Curses to cleanse himself of sweat and dust, and then lay wearily on his bed.

I'm so tired tonight!

Just thinking about what had happened before made Bell want to laugh out loud again.

The feeling of running away after doing something bad is really tingly... cough cough, the feeling of doing a good deed without leaving a trace is really refreshing!

Unaware that his actions had caused poor Headmaster Dumbledore to lose sleep for several nights afterward, Bell, who had instead explored the Forbidden Forest twice from beginning to end, let out a long, contented sigh.

"Lying in bed is so comfortable!"

The next morning, Bell couldn't wait to summon Lim.

"Young Master, what are your orders?"

Wearing a clean and tidy trench coat, giving off a handsome and capable vibe, Lim Apparition in front of Bell.

"Hehehe~! Lim, I got some... cough cough, I asked someone to get me some good stuff last night."

As he spoke, Bell turned the bag in his hand upside down and gave it a light shake.

With a whoosh, hundreds of spider legs surged out of the pocket like a flood bursting its banks, nearly burying Lim underneath.

"What is this, Young Master?"

Lim looked at the black arthropods piled up like a small mountain in front of him, many of them still covered with dirt, twigs and green slime.

So, has my Young Master awakened some strange new hobby? Should I report this to Lady Elena?

Why did I use "again"?

Spider legs.

Bell proudly puffed out his chest. It's unclear what's so great about that.

"I've heard of a famous dish called ' Crispy Spider Legs '."

Bell wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. He hadn't had breakfast yet, and he was hungry.

"Go and do some research, see if you can turn them into delicious food."

"Oh, right! Remember to test the poison on some small animals like mice or rabbits first. Although I've already used magic to check and it should be fine, it's still better to be cautious with something like this. Also, don't let anyone know about this! Especially not anyone in this school!"

If Dumbledore knew what happened last night, heaven knows what he would do.

The only thing Bell was certain of was that if Hagrid found out, Hagrid would definitely fight him to the death.

Lim stood there, hesitant to speak, and after a long pause, he finally retracted all the spider legs in front of him, bowed to Bell, and then disappeared to study how to cook these... wonderful ingredients.

As a proper House-elf, one should not arbitrarily question one's owner's decisions.

You absolutely must not criticize your owner! You shouldn't even have such thoughts!

Bell couldn't concentrate all morning. Whether listening to professors' lectures or reading on his own, he would start to drift off after less than five minutes.

"Are spider legs actually tasty...?"

Finally, as Bell waited anxiously, time slowly ticked by until midnight. After the professor announced the end of class, Bell quickly stood up and rushed out of the classroom.

Poor Professor Flitwick, watching Bell's rapidly receding figure, couldn't help but begin to doubt his decades-long teaching career.

Has his class become so boring that the students can no longer stand it?

Most importantly, the other person was the student who ranked first in their college's exams.

Am I really getting old and it's time to retire?

Bell was completely unaware of Professor Flitwick's poignant psychological journey. He had no interest in dwelling on it now.

He is now running quickly down the corridor, heading towards the spot he had chosen earlier.

"Bell? What's wrong? Why are you so anxious..."

Watching Bell's departing figure, Hermione withdrew her powerless hand.

She had just walked down the stairs when she saw Bell run past her. Before she could even say hello, Bell had vanished. So what happened? The Little Witch was filled with unanswered questions.

Bell glanced around furtively. Luckily, he had chosen a secluded spot where almost no one would come. Otherwise, in his current state, people might have screamed and gone to find the professor.

"Lim ~! Lim ~!"

Bell lowered her voice and called out the name of her House-elf.

"Young Master? Why have you come to a place like this?"

Lim looked up at the leaves less than 10 centimeters above his head and asked curiously.

At this moment, Bell was trying his best to curl up to make room for Lim.

"Oh dear! Whatever happens, happens! How are you? Can I eat it?"

Bell looked at Lim expectantly. If he were to hear the word "no" from Lim now, Bell wasn't sure what he would do in his extreme disappointment and anger.

Fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining, and Lim did not disappoint Bell.

"Yes, Young Master. It tastes very good, burp~"

Lim quickly covered his mouth, his whole little head turning red.

"This... this... Young Master, please listen to me, I... I tasted just a tiny bit while it was being made... really just a tiny bit!"

Poor Lim, who had unknowingly been infected by his Young Master, wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

How could she not control her mouth? She's such a wicked little devil, she's ashamed to face her Young Master!