Someday, hunters will also become prey.

Elena sat in the middle of the recess of the Eight-Eyed Spider's lair, looking at the crunchy spider legs crackling above the campfire, swallowing and lamenting the wonder of fate—she never imagined that the first Fantastic Beast meal she would eat would be a spider.

Unlike vegetarians or compassionate fraternists, Elena has always been a ruthless predator, and since the eight-eyed spiders want to taste the delicious human flesh, they must be prepared to become human food.

This has nothing to do with intelligence, nature has given all races an equal food chain of life and death.

In fact, in Elena's view, the main reason why some extreme petty animal protectors or extreme vegetarians will appear in later generations is not that people's spiritual realm has improved, but because the terrifying Homo erectus race is too powerful, backed by a huge group, and can afford the maverick behavior of a small number of members.

If one of the wolves wants to change to a vegetarian diet, they may not survive the next winter and die of starvation in the wilderness.

And on the other hand......

Now that the old spider Aragog can no longer restrain its children and resist the temptation of human flesh, they need to be prepared to be eaten - in the face of a magical creature that is intelligent and loves human flesh, and does not directly commit genocide, Elena prefers to call this act of her own, mercy.

Roasting spider legs is a technical job, and the process of roasting spider legs is more complicated than roasting crab legs.

The biggest difficulty in cooking and grilling this kind of [terrestrial softshell hairy crab] living in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest is mainly the control of the heat - not only to burn the fluff, but also to avoid too much fire to burn through the shell and burn the tender meat.

With the crackling sound of the campfire, the arthropods of the terrestrial soft-shell crab begin to emit a faint aroma similar to the roasted king crab legs, without the need for any condiments.

Elena's delicate little nose twitched, it was so fragrant~

Carefully removing a roasted, crunchy spider leg from the campfire, Elena's improvised angular stone flakes effortlessly cut through the crispy black shell, revealing the snow-white flesh within.

The increasingly intense aroma of roasted king crab in the air is mixed with a faint burnt smell, and people unconsciously begin to secrete saliva.

I have to admit that as a magical animal with a certain magical power, the meat quality of the eight-eyed giant spider is far better than the roasted spider that Elena had eaten in Cambodia in her previous life, and the taste is somewhat similar to tender chicken, but the taste is a little bit of hairy crab deliciousness.

"Hiccup, Aragog, do you want to eat together?"

Elena looked around at the surviving eight-eyed spiders who were trembling and devouring the corpses of their companions, turned her head to look at the big spiders who had been hiding behind the thick cobwebs and had not participated in the meal, and chuckled.

A spider is a creature that has a cannibalistic habit.

According to the habits of spiders, it is not very difficult to accept to eat the corpses of their own kind that have died.

At this point, even the eight-eyed giant spider is no exception as a magical creature - in fact, if Hagrid hadn't been quick to act, Aragog's funeral in the original book might have been to bury a little bit of his childhood toy or something, and build a magical creature version of the "clothed mound" out of a mound.

Click-click-click......

Hiding behind the cobwebs, Aragog waved his claws a few times, hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked slowly.

"That...... Miss Kaslana, are you full?"

"Seven points full, hiccup. There are so many that I can't eat them all by myself. ”

Elena casually dropped the crunchy spider legs that had been eaten clean in her hand, stood up and walked to the slaughterhouse next to her, and naturally broke off four or five spider legs and dragged them to the campfireside shelf, licked her lips and whispered.

"Don't worry, I won't eat you. I'm waiting for you to show me the way......"

As the girl stood up, the eight-eyed giant spiders around her, who were still eating, all stiffened, and then quickly moved the big claws and dispersed, for fear that they would be accidentally treated as a "corpse" by Elena.

"I ...... I'm not hungry yet......"

Aragog hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, and his huge body subconsciously moved into the depths of the mist.

Compared to the slightly less intelligent young eight-eyed spiders, the old spider who grew up beside Hagrid could feel the fear that Elena brought more clearly—if nothing else, this fear would henceforth be deeply ingrained in the soul of every eight-eyed spider in the Forbidden Forest.

"Not hungry? Okay, whatever you want......"

Elena shrugged her shoulders, did not pierce the old spider's insincerity, and continued to return to the campfire to stare at the new batch of roasted spider legs in a daze, eating roasted spider legs on Halloween can be regarded as a special holiday experience.

Speaking of which, if memory serves, Ron Weasley seems to have some shadows on spiders due to the pranks of his brothers when he was a child, and I wonder if these fragrant crunchy spider legs can help him get out of the shadows of his childhood.

After all, according to Elena's own experience, diet therapy is always the most effective and healthy spiritual therapy.

......

At the same time, the battle on the other side was almost coming to an end.

I have to admit that compared to Grindelwald, who has not used it for decades, Voldemort's proficiency in spell-casting skills is still maintained at a relatively good level, at least several times stronger than the Austrian Aurors.

On the other hand, Quirinas Quirrell's accusation still played a role.

At least as the one who was on the losing side, Grindelwald was not completely ruthless, and he forcibly forced the poor wizard who had already been beaten twice and even began to eat dirt in order to survive in the Forbidden Forest - this can be regarded as the mercy of the Demon King.

Even with the help of Lu Wei, in the face of a second-generation black lord who was bent on defense, Grindelwald, who used someone else's wand and slightly restrained his strength, still failed to prevent Quirinus Quirrell from escaping back to Hogwarts Castle.

However, even if Quirinus Quirrell escaped from him, he still paid a heavy price.

If Grindelwald was not mistaken, the young wizard had at least been sturdy with one of Louwe's claws, and two or three of his complex spells that tended to be cursed—injuries that could not be healed after a moment's rest.

"It's funny, isn't it the Dark Lord if nothing else?"

Grindelwald rode three large dogs to a stop at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, watching Professor Quirrell running into Hogwarts Castle not far away, struggling and muttering to himself with a twinkle in his eyes.

As for the follow-up, that's a headache for Albus Dumbledore.

He has more important things to do.

"Alright, Luwe. Let's go find Elena. That little girl might be hungry, right?"

......

Hogwarts Great Hall.

Nearly a thousand magically conjured bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling, and some hovered above the table like dwarf clouds, where the flames of candles flickered in the belly of pumpkins.

The delicious and sumptuous Halloween dinner is also coming to an end.

Hermione, Hannah, and Luna looked anxiously at the door of the Great Hall, having had a sense of foreboding since a small commotion in the staff chair half an hour earlier, when Hagrid and Mr. Otto left the Hogwarts Great Hall at the same time.

And as time passed, Elena never appeared in the auditorium on time, which confirmed their suspicions.

There is no doubt that something particularly troublesome must have happened in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest.

It's just that they don't have any way but to pray now—at least, Dumbledore is still sitting in the Great Hall, which means that the whole form is not particularly serious, just a little accident, right?

"Elena, you must be fine. ”

Bang!

At this moment, the door of the auditorium suddenly opened.

Professor Quirrell rushed into the Great Hall of Hogwarts, covered in blood, and the witch was covered with horrible wounds, many of which were burned by flames or the marks of explosions, and his pale face was full of fear.

Everyone subconsciously stopped talking and turned their heads to look at the miserable-looking Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

Quirinus Quirrell's large scarf was worn crookedly on his head, revealing the back of his head, half of which was covered in wrinkles and dirt, and the Voldemort who had been attached to it was no longer visible.

The young wizard staggered over to Dumbledore's chair and leaned over to the table with a thudding sound.

"Unicorns—someone poached them in the Forbidden Forest—Elena and I managed to stop them—but—"

Quirinus Quirrell, who had temporarily lost Voldemort's possession, was extremely weak.

Professor Quirrell gasped and forced himself to say a few words, then fell headlong to the Hogwarts floor, unconscious, and blood stains spread from the door of the Great Hall to Dumbledore's long table.

“......”

Dumbledore silently glanced at Professor Quirrell as he fainted in front of him, his cheeks twitching.

"Wait! this wound...... I seem to be a little impressed. ”

Before Dumbledore could say anything, Severus Snape stood up suddenly, looked at a wound on Quirrell's body with a solemn expression, and said in a gloomy tone.

"It's likely the effect of a special explosive spell, very similar to the one that blew open the door to my office a few months ago, Professor Dumbledore, I suspect—"

However, before Snape could finish speaking, a chaotic scream instantly overshadowed him.

Witnessing a professor fall in front of him, the entire auditorium was momentarily stunned for a few seconds before it became a mess, and Dumbledore had to use his wand to explode purple fireworks several times above everyone's heads to silence everyone.

"Prefect," Dumbledore took a deep breath and rubbed his brow, "please lead the students of the various houses to the dormitories immediately." ”

"Madam Pomfrey, Professor Snape, I'll leave it to the two of you about the treatment of Quirinus. As for the reassurance of the students, Professor McGonagall will arrange it for the time being......"

Dumbledore glanced at the wounded, unconscious Quirinus Quirrell and sighed helplessly.

"As for me...... I'm going to take a trip to the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest now to see what's going on. Everything, I'll talk about it when I get back. ”

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