That was the end of the dinner.

Half an hour had passed lightly, and Isobel waved his wand.

Quietly, the plates and blades that had been used quickly reverted to leaves and dead branches.

"A spring is like water."

With a wave of the spell, clear water spreads from the tip of the wand and is wrapped in foam.

Slowly dipping his hands into the water-filled foam, Isobel slowly washed his hands.

After a simple after-dinner wash, she turned her attention back to the red-haired boy on the side: Connor McMeb.

At the moment, he was teasing his cute and beautiful little kitten.

"What, are you done eating?"

After realizing that someone was looking at him, he turned his head and asked with a smile.

It was supposed to be a normal and peaceful scene, but the problem was that Isobel's eyes kept glancing at Connor's side.

Under his feet, there was a large pile of bones - there was even a deer's head right on it.

As he said, he really ate it all!

This is where Isobel cares now.

"How do you do it......"

"Huh? What do you ask? ”

"How the hell did you eat so much?"

"That's it...... If you have to say it, it may be that it was a bit of a big consumption in the previous battle, and you have to eat something to make up for it. ”

Although this makes sense, it still seems to Isobel to be a little shocking.

"This adult deer looks much bigger than you."

"Hmm."

Without denying anything, Connor just smiled.

"Now that you're done, give me the bones."

"You don't want to eat the bones again, do you?"

Estimated to be shocked by Connor's amount of food, Isobel's mind didn't turn for a while, and the words he said made Connor a little crying and laughing.

"Of course not, what are you thinking?"

"Oh......"

When he came to his senses, Isobel just rubbed his gray hair.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable, and she didn't know if it was because she felt like she was making a fool of herself, or if she felt that she had misunderstood something.

After a long while, she asked:

"And what do you want to do with these bones?"

"It's nothing, you have to do something to get meat from it."

This sounded mysterious, and even made Isobel have a sense of anticipation.

But later, his approach made her feel an indescribable contrast.

Under the girl's watchful eye, Connor collected the leftover bones and buried them underground.

"May your soul break free from the shackles of the flesh and go to the far other side without any worries, and embark on a great and new adventure."

Gently stroking the dirt on the cover, the boy whispered.

And when he got up and looked ready to leave, Isobel finally couldn't help but speak:

"That's the end of it?"

"yes, that's the end of it, what do you think there's more?"

Suddenly, a ridiculous answer came to Isobel's mind.

But she herself quickly dismissed it.

Because she knew that such a thing was impossible.

But it is precisely because I know that I am unwilling.

"So, is there just a funeral and a blessing?"

"Uh......."

Seeing Isobel's seemingly unwilling look, Connor frowned.

He instantly realized what Isobel cared about, the knot in her heart that she couldn't untie as a daughter.

"It's a funeral, yes."

That's why he needs to bite the hell out of this fact.

"After all, we always have a habit of keeping a commemorative ...... We took the flesh and blood of this deer, and it couldn't have been as if nothing had happened. ”

“……”

Faced with this standard answer, Isobel did not speak.

She just stared at the buried mound, at the little flower that appeared on it at some unknown point.

Blown by the breeze, it looks fragile but full of life.

"So it's just your personal habit?"

"Yes."

Connor certainly didn't lie, and the habits he developed since childhood were certainly his personal habits.

"I will remember this deer."

"I see."

A little disappointed, but not so much that he was deprived of his mind, Isobel just nodded slowly.

She wanted to step away for a moment, but felt it was rude to do so, so she just stood there and held her forehead.

Seeing him like this, Connor couldn't help frowning, and some of his original relaxed mood became a little heavy.

Maybe you shouldn't?

Or......

"Isobel, magic can't create something that doesn't exist in this world out of thin air, and that's why the Curse doesn't exist...... There is no such thing as the resurrection of the dead. ”

"Then why can't I be the first wizard to bring the dead back to life?"

“……”

"What do you think of inventing a resurrection spell or something?"

“……”

"Just kidding."

Without waiting for any response from Connor's side, Isobel dismissed it to himself.

"Wizards have a long history, and the Curse has been around for more than a thousand years...... No one has invented it for so long, so why should I do it? ”

"Isobel ......"

"Don't you have something else to do? You can't just stand at the door?"

Connor couldn't help but cover his forehead.

It is obviously impossible to say that Isobel has put those things down as a joke in the blink of an eye.

However, Connor, for his part, was also clearly unable to turn the conversation back.

"Alright, let's go get rid of the eight-eyed spider...... When we're done, we'll have to inform the centaurs and werewolves. ”

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Given the nature of the Eight-Eyed Spider, it is unlikely that it will obey the dictates of other groups or even love human flesh...... After all, as a species cultivated by wizards, its original positioning was to guard treasures. ”

"However, you have now forcibly broken into the territory of these wild spiders and killed some spiders......"

"Don't worry about this kind of thing, the eight-eyed giant spider has never cared about its so-called compatriots, even if they live in a group now."

Connor waved his hand.

"Anyway, if language doesn't work, let them live in a different place, and pack them all up and send them to Kalimantan, where the eight-eyed spider is home."

Werewolves and centaurs are two intelligent races, although they are also at the top, but at least they know how to maintain ecological balance.

But the eight-eyed spiders obviously don't understand this, they don't have any concept of this at all.

"In order to communicate more conveniently in the future, I plan to go in with a high profile, do you want to be together?"

"Well, let's do it together."

'Boom'

Suddenly, there was another sound of wings vibrating in the depths of the previously quiet Forbidden Forest, and silver-white insect swarms swept into the depths, like pioneers opening the way.

"I remember...... The leader of the eight-eyed spider, it seems to be called Aragog? ”

"Yes."

"It's Hagrid's spider."

"Yes."

"Have you figured out how to explain it to him?"

"There's no need to explain to him, because ...... It doesn't make sense, give Dumbledore a headache. ”