Spider Child

If Ron's fear of spiders is innate, then Harry and Neville's fear of spiders is purely something they were tricked into developing by Hagrid.

At this moment, the three of them were once again reminded of the fear they had felt when they were dominated by the giant spider...

In short, after a chaotic period, the class finally returned to normal after Harry and his two friends moved to the back of the classroom.

Looking at Harry and his two companions, who were far away from him, Bell's lips curled up slightly without being noticed.

He would never admit that he did it on purpose. His goal was to keep those three rascals away from his girlfriend.

"Alright, let's get started."

Professor Moody tapped his cane again, urging him on.

He had already wasted a lot of time, and what he hated most was wasting time. In a fight against Dark Wizard, wasting time was tantamount to courting death.

Taking a deep breath and calming himself down, Bell tapped the little spider with his Wand once more.

"The Imperio!"

Picking up a quill pen, Bell used Transfiguration to turn it into a microphone and handed it to the little spider's hand.

Then, suddenly, music started playing, and a rousing background music entered the ears of the Little Wizard.

So what if I was reincarnated as a spider!

So annoying! So annoying! I've already won...

The spider was holding a microphone in its "hand," its menacing mouthparts clashing rapidly as it twisted and jumped while singing, looking incredibly excited.

"Cough cough cough! Bell, that's enough!"

Professor Moody, who was nearly driven crazy by Bell's antics, wished he could swing his cane hard on the boy's head and crack his skull open to see what kind of nonsense was going on in his head!

Look! Look at this! Look what they've done to his serious and solemn class!

"You guys over there, if you don't sit down soon, I'm going to deduct your House Points!"

Under Professor Moody's terrifying Magic Eye, the Little Wizard who had been getting excited immediately sat back down in their chairs, trembling.

"Professor, I just noticed everyone seemed too nervous..."

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense and move on to the next one!"

Professor Moody waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Bell's "sophistry".

If the other party continues to act recklessly like this, his public image will collapse.

"All right."

Bell shrugged regretfully.

Then, without him doing anything, the rousing music that had been echoing in the classroom instantly disappeared.

After turning the microphone back into a quill and putting it back in its place, Bell looked regretfully at the ' Spider Child ' who was lying obediently on the ground, motionless.

Goodbye, Spider Child. Although it was a short time,... your singing was truly awful!

With gritted teeth and a stomp of his foot, Bell made up his mind.

"Cruciatus Curse!"

"Squeak--!"

Rubbing his ears and looking at the students slumped over in the classroom, Bell regretted making the spider so big.

Tormented by the Cruciatus Curse, the poor little spider curled up in agony, rolling on the ground and emitting piercing cries.

Compared to the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard, Ron's previous screams were as gentle as a lover's whisper.

"Bell!"

Professor Moody was furious! He regretted calling that damn brat up to give the demonstration.

If he had known the other party was so unreliable, he shouldn't have slacked off in the first place!

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that casting the Unforgivable Curses on a small spider wouldn't consume much magic power.

As for his other little secret thoughts... well, they're best left unsaid.

"Make it shut up right now!"

Covering his ears, Professor Moody commanded painfully.

"... As you wish, Professor."

Bell gave Professor Moody a meaningful look and raised his Wand again.

"Killing Curse!"

The dazzling green light flashed and disappeared in an instant. The spider, which had just been struggling in pain, was finally freed from the torment of the Cruciatus Curse and peacefully left this sinful world.

Dead silence.

The classroom, which was bustling with activity just a moment ago, instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The Little Wizard were too preoccupied to care about the piercing sound in their ears. They either stared blankly at the motionless spider corpse on the ground or looked in fear at Bell, who was slowly putting away his Wand.

I believe that after this lesson, Bell's reputation as the "Demon King" will reach even greater heights.

What should be above the word "Demon King"?

"Demon God"?

If someone like Bell is called a "Demon God," he'd be incredibly shy.

"So, Professor, is there anything else you need?"

Bell bowed slightly to Professor Moody, trying to avoid eye contact.

He didn't want the other person to see the look in his eyes.

"N-nothing, you did a great job. Ravenclaw, 10 points. Go back to your seat."

Looking at the slowly shrinking spider corpse in front of him, Professor Moody said in a complicated tone.

He truly hadn't expected that Bell would be able to successfully cast the Killing Curse curse.

Could it be that Dumbledore wasn't just fooling him, and that the students at Hogwarts really are exceptionally talented?

Next, Professor Moody explained the Unforgivable Curses to the Little Wizard in detail, and asked everyone to write down everything he said in their notebooks without missing a word, as he would check their work before the next class.

Finally, amidst the rustling sound of writing, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

When Professor Moody announced the end of class, the Little Wizard immediately packed up their things and then... sat motionless in their seats, staring intently at Bell.

There was nothing they could do, so Bell and Hermione sat in the seats closest to the door. They simply didn't have the courage to walk past each other unless Bell left.

What if the other party suddenly draws their Wand and casts Killing Curse, just like they did with the spider, killing them all?

Bell looked back and felt something was off.

Normally, as soon as the professor announces the end of class, Little Wizard would rush out of the classroom without hesitation.

Why is it that there's still no movement after all this time?

Bell realized that wherever his gaze swept, the Little Wizard would immediately lower their heads, afraid to meet his eyes, and when his gaze left, the Little Wizard would raise their heads again, staring at him without Bell.

They're all waiting for him to leave first!

Faced with this kind of super-high-level treatment that even Voldemort probably never enjoyed when he was in school, Bell didn't know what to think.

Is it really that big of a deal? It's just three stupid spells. He knew how to use them when he was 8 years old.

Even Shanna, although she learned it a little later than him, didn't wait until she was 9 years old.

Shaking his head, Bell got up and walked out of the classroom.

Hermione, who had been unusually silent for some reason, quickly stood up and followed Bell.