Some things don't show their effects immediately.

Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald responded to Eliana's final suggestion.

The two old wizards merely exchanged a meaningful glance before quickly changing the subject – perhaps one day, Eliana would forge a completely different path according to her own ideas.

But at least for now, that stage was still too early for her.

Therefore, after a brief silence, Grindelwald and Dumbledore tacitly skipped Eliana's answer and began chatting about other things, such as...

The aftermath of the Acromantula Hollow... or rather, the hunting ground cleanup?

Frugality is a virtue worthy of praise.

Even after transmigrating to the magical world, this habit was still deeply imprinted in Eliana's soul.

Adult Acromantulas were exceptionally large, each comparable in size to a draft horse. According to Eliana's incomplete sampling statistics, if their legs were fully extended, they would be roughly six to seven feet wide, about two meters.

Apart from the large pincers mainly used for catching prey, each Acromantula also had three pairs of long legs on each side of its body.

This meant that even after removing the inconvenient body parts, the edible portion of each adult Acromantula was still quite considerable – converted to Luna Lovegood's appetite, one spider would be enough for her to eat two meals.

"These... are all considered my prey, right?"

After a satisfying meal, Eliana glanced at the old spider Aragog and casually asked.

One spider has eight legs, eight eyes, and one mouth; two spiders have sixteen legs, sixteen eyes, and two mouths… and now, the "spider graveyard" was littered with at least hundreds of Acromantulas, which meant thousands of legs.

Even with the addition of the three-headed dog Fluffy, the three humans, one dog, and one spider had only eaten a small portion of the "Scottish Skrewt legs". Eliana felt that her conscience would definitely be condemned if they just left.

"Wait, Eliana, you wouldn't be thinking..."

Dumbledore's cheeks twitched slightly as he looked at the white-haired furball directing the Acromantulas to harvest the "Skrewt legs", a strange expression of unbearable sight flashed across his face.

Was this child really a Veela hybrid, or a demon hybrid?!

"Don't worry, the ones that move are Acromantulas, the ones that don't move are land-based Skrewts! I won't get them mixed up."

Eliana waved her hand, revealing an expression of everything under control, and said without looking back.

"Besides, the big blue carp in Hogwarts' Black Lake are almost eaten, and the newly released fish fry haven't grown up so quickly. It's time to change everyone's tastes – it would be best to use this to temporarily fill the gap during this period."

"I'm not worried about that! You know, Acromantulas have a certain intelligence..."

Dumbledore frowned heavily and said in a serious tone.

However, before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Eliana smiled slightly and continued coldly.

"That's right, this is a magical creature with intelligence. Human flesh is included in their diet – according to their reproduction speed, the food in the Forbidden Forest will soon not be enough for them to consume. What do you think they will choose?"

"Hagrid promised that he would restrain..."

"Aragog, repeat what you said to me earlier to Professor Dumbledore. If you dare to tamper with a single word, I will roast you and eat you, I mean what I say!"

The most effective way to deal with any small animal protectionist is to show them the bloody law of the food chain.

"Understood, I have no problem with anything."

Just as Eliana had expected, Dumbledore, who had originally had some pity for the Acromantulas, showed an extremely cold decision after learning the whole story in detail, especially after Aragog was no longer able to effectively restrain his children's nature.

For Albus Dumbledore, when these Acromantulas showed the habit of possibly attacking humans, whether they were used as ingredients or directly destroyed, there was not much difference.

In fact, after listening, the only thing the old wizard cared about was whether the students would have any psychological shadows if they knew the source of the ingredients.

Without hesitating for too long, Dumbledore nodded, which was considered to acquiesce to Eliana's free play.

Compared to other magical creatures, the reproduction speed of Acromantulas was indeed too fast. Being able to limit it slightly in some way was also a preventive solution.

What's more...

Dumbledore's nostrils twitched, and the smell of grilled Skrewt legs still lingered in the air...

These Scottish Forbidden Forest Skrewt legs are really delicious...

…………

With the help of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the collection of thousands of crab legs was quickly completed.

Due to some sudden events, the corridors of Hogwarts Castle were empty, and the students were led back to their common rooms by their prefects and heads of house, so Eliana didn't need to consider explaining the source of the pile of ingredients behind her.

Watching the house elves carry thousands of spider legs into the kitchen, Eliana breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, at least in the short term, she shouldn't be exposed – it wouldn't matter once everyone got used to eating it.

A moment later…

"Okay, the Hufflepuff common room is just ahead, let's part ways here."

Dumbledore walked out of the kitchen door and pointed to the wooden barrel door hidden behind the still-life painting not far away.

"If nothing unexpected happens, your friends are still waiting for you in the common room. These two old people won't join in the fun. Don't worry, after this warning, similar accidents shouldn't happen again."

"Then, do we need to go over the script again for tonight's events?"

Eliana thought for a moment and looked at Dumbledore hesitantly.

"After all, this involves Professor Quirrell and Vol—"

"No! Eliana! Don't treat your deduction as an established fact."

Dumbledore shook his head and solemnly corrected.

"In fact, just describe it according to what you saw and heard. You only rescued a pure life from an unidentified man in black... that's all. Let me think, maybe I should add thirty points to Hufflepuff?"

"Okay, unidentified 'mystery man', right?"

Eliana shrugged, her lake-blue eyes looked at Dumbledore, and she repeated again word by word.

"But I'll say it in advance, if I find that he has any improper intentions towards me, even just a trace of resentment, I will unhesitatingly take action directly – I won't wait for the Killing Curse to light up in front of me before I start trying to fight back."

"You can't actively harm others, don't forget your vow!" Dumbledore frowned.

"Of course, but unfortunately, from now on, he will always be red-named in my eyes."

Eliana's lips curled up, revealing a dangerous smile, and she waved her fist.

Just as Grindelwald said, the Unbreakable Vow can only trap upright gentlemen.

For Eliana, it wasn't difficult to find reasonable loopholes to bypass the constraints of the vow.

Even if Quirinus Quirrell didn't hit her with a single spell, as long as the flames caused by his spell burned a single strand of Eliana's hair, Eliana would have a perfectly legitimate reason to strike first from then on.

Unfortunately, in Eliana's definition, there was no such thing as leaving combat status.

"Red-named?" Dumbledore repeated perplexedly, um, another strange word he didn't understand.

Watching Eliana's back disappear into the Hufflepuff barrel door, Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Grindelwald, who was smiling with satisfaction, with some confusion, and raised his eyebrows.

"Was there any loophole in that Unbreakable Vow before?"

"There is no loophole, it's just a reasonable interpretation of the rules within the scope."

Grindelwald smiled slightly and glanced at Dumbledore.

"Not actively harming others is just letting anyone choose when the conflict starts. But on the other hand, only Eliana can decide when this conflict will end – and in what way it will end."

The first Dark Lord looked at the old wizard in front of him with his arms folded, gloatingly.

"Albus, you better be prepared... your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor may be gone."

"Well, it's okay, I've already found a substitute."

Dumbledore nodded calmly, his tone exceptionally relaxed.

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ps: The first day of dual-wielding, no promises broken!

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