Devil Dao Tour Of Hogwarts

"The other party wore a mask to cover up his identity."

Aragog made a sound to relieve the embarrassment of the horses.

"Although at the very beginning, some of my children saw each other's looks. However, because they were all on the front line of the war, they have all died in the battle. And I don't think it is the other side. The real appearance. Afterwards, for some reason, the other party put on a strange mask, and then we could no longer see the other party's appearance or even body shape."

Hearing what Aragok said, Hagrid's expression became more solemn. Obviously, the opponent will appear in the forbidden forest. It is definitely not an accident, but comes prepared.

Hagrid thought it was necessary for him to tell Principal Dumbledore about this immediately. It's decided that when it dawns tomorrow, I will go to the principal's office to report tonight's affairs. By the way, I want some compensation for the eight-eyed giant spiders who suffered heavy losses.

Principal Dumbledore didn't know why, he always didn't like these cute little spiders. This time, they have also made great efforts to protect the forbidden forest. Aragog has also killed and injured so many descendants. If this is not well compensated, then it is too unreasonable, right? The people under you will be chilling!

...

Bell slipped back into the dormitory quietly, and after cleaning up the sweat and dust on his body with a spell, he lay on the bed tiredly.

Tonight is really exhausted!

Thinking of what happened before, Bell couldn't help but want to laugh again.

The feeling of running away after doing bad things is really thorny...cough cough, the feeling of doing good things without leaving a name is really refreshing!

I didn’t know that because of his own reason, poor old principal Dumbledore failed to sleep well in the following nights. Instead, Bell, who had explored the Forbidden Forest twice from start to finish, let out a pleasant sound. Long sigh.

‘It’s so comfortable to lie on the bed~! ’

...

Early the next morning, Bell couldn't wait to call Lim.

"Young Master, what is your order?"

Wearing a neat and tidy windbreaker, Lim, who gave a handsome and capable feeling, Apparated in front of Bell.

"Hehehe~! Lim, I got it last night...cough, it was a trustee who got some good things."

As he said, Bell turned his pocket upside down and shook it slightly.

With a bang, hundreds of spider legs rushed out of their pockets like a flood from a bank, almost burying Lim underneath.

"What is this, Young Master?"

Lim looked at the black arthropods piled up in front of him, many of which were still stained with dirt, branches, and green slime.

So my Young Master has awakened some strange hobby again? Do you want to report to Elana-sama?

Why do you use ‘again’?

"Spider legs."

Bell puffed out his chest proudly. I don't know what to be proud of.

"I have heard of a famous dish called ‘Crispy Spider Leg’."

Bell wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. I'm hungry before breakfast.

"You go to research and study to see if you can turn them into delicacies."

"Oh, yes! Remember to find some small animals like mice, rabbits, etc. to try poison first. Although I have used the magic to detect it, it should be no problem, but after all, it is this kind of thing, it is better to be more careful. . Also, don’t let others know about this! Especially the people in this school!"

If Dumbledore were to know what happened last night, God knows what he would do.

The only thing Bell can be sure of is that if Hagrid knows, then the other party will fight him desperately.

Lim stood in place and stopped talking. After tangling for a long time, he put away all the spider legs in front of him, bowed to Bell, and then disappeared in place, to study how to cook these...Wonderful Of the ingredients.

As a qualified house elf, one should not question the owner's decision at will.

Not to vomit the own master! There shouldn't be such an idea!

...

Throughout the morning, Bell couldn't concentrate. Whether listening to lectures by professors or reading books by himself, he will always start to wander within 5 minutes.

"How good are spider legs..."

Finally, time was under Bell's eagerness, and finally reached 12 o'clock step by step. After the professor announced the end of get out of class, Bell quickly stood up and rushed out of the classroom.

Poor Professor Flitwick, looking at the back of Bell, who was fast going away, couldn't help but start to doubt his decades of teaching career.

Is his class so boring that the students can't bear it?

The most important thing is that the other party is still the first student in his college exam.

‘Am I really old and should I retire? ’

Bell has no knowledge of Professor Flitwick’s sad psychological journey. He is not in the mood to pay attention to those now.

He is now running fast in the corridor, towards the position he chose before.

"Bell? What's wrong with you? So anxious..."

Seeing Bell's back, Hermione withdrew her weak hand.

She had just walked down the stairs, just in time to see Bell running past in front of own. As a result, Bell disappeared before she could finish her greeting. So what happened? The little witch's question mark could not be answered.

...

Bell looked around wisely. Fortunately, the place he chose was remote enough that almost no one would come. Otherwise, just as he is now, maybe others will go to the professor screaming.

"Lim~! Lim~!"

Bell lowered his voice, calling out the name of his house elf.

"Young Master? Why did you come to such a place?"

Lim raised his head and glanced at the leaves less than 10 centimeters above his head, and asked strangely.

At this time, Bell is trying hard to curl up to make room for Lim.

"Oh! That kind of thing is fine! How is it? Can you eat it?"

Bell looked at Lim expectantly. If he now hears the word "can't" from Lim's mouth, Bell is not sure what he will do to invite him under extreme disappointment and anger.

Fortunately, Lim did not disappoint Bell.

"Yes, Young Master. It tastes good, hiccup~"

Lim hurriedly covered his own mouth, and his whole little head was red.

"This...this... Young Master, listen to me, I'm... during production, I tasted a little...really just a little!"

Poor Lim, who had been infected by his Young Master before he knew it, wanted to find a place to sew in.

Why can't she control Own's mouth? She is really a bad elf, she has no face to face her Young Master!

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