[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring":3,"chapter-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-21":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting at Hogwarts, Logging into Elden Ring",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1496195,1944,"Chapter 21: Roasted Spider Legs, and an Unsurprising Flying Lesson","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-21",21,"\u003Cp>\"Sir, Meme is very happy to serve you. What would you like?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was just Arthur's imagination, but this house-elf who had lived in the East seemed more pleasing to the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard you can cook Oriental food. Can you make breakfast?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I'll have soy milk, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks. Oh, and these four legs—prepare them with garlic vermicelli.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur handed over four spider legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course, sir! Please wait in the dining hall. Meme will bring it right away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat down, and before long, a plate of authentic Oriental breakfast appeared before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cousin? Up this early again? Don't tell me you didn't sleep?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little witch's intuition was sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur didn't answer. He just rolled his eyes and dug into his food. After a whole night of work, his stomach was growling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What? You say it was only his avatar working, not him? Please—mental labor is still labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's when Hermione noticed his meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cousin, is that the soy milk you made before? Did you wake up early to cook?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, it's the house-elves. If you ever want something special, just ask them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur shook his head. He had to admit, the elves' cooking was top notch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can do that? Where's the kitchen? I want to try next time!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Directly under the Great Hall. On the way to the Hufflepuff dorm, there's a painting of fruit. Just tickle the pear—it'll laugh and turn into a doorknob. The kitchen's right behind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Marvelous!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, his spider legs arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hair had been scrubbed off, the legs halved, topped with garlic and vermicelli, garnished with scallions. Authentic preparation—clearly, Meme knew her craft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione stared at the four strange legs on Arthur's plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's that? King crab legs?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nope. Spider legs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione: ???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those things… edible?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't know. I'm about to find out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He speared a piece. The meat was pale, stringy—uncannily like crab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he chewed, Hermione asked curiously, \"Well? How is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad. Fresh, springy, fragrant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really? Then I'll try.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm? You're not scared?\" Arthur asked, surprised. Weren't girls supposed to hate creepy-crawlies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why would I be? It's cooked already.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She trusted her cousin's judgment. A good cook always had a good palate. If he said it was tasty, it couldn't be bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Harry and Ron walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, what're you guys eating?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Delicacy. Want a bite?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur winked at Hermione, who nodded in understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" she said, \"my cousin got some special ingredients. Try it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and Ron each grabbed a leg, chomping down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cool! Best thing I've ever eaten!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Totally! Arthur, what is this? I need my mum to cook it daily.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur and Hermione smirked. Then, in unison, they revealed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spider legs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry: ???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron: ???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry froze. It was already in his stomach, and honestly? Pretty good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron, however, had a natural phobia of spiders. The realization hit him like a curse. His face went white, and he fainted dead away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, Harry caught him before he hit the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ron! Ron! Is he okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur and Hermione couldn't stop laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahaha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry, Harry. He's just terrified. Passed out from fright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do we do now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's the weekend. Just let him sleep it off in the dorm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Fine. What about you two?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're going to the library. Want to come?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, no thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry backed away quickly. He didn't hate studying, but spending weekends in the library? No way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the dorm, Ron suddenly bolted upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Merlin's beard! That was horrifying!\" he gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's so bad? It was just a spider leg.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! I dreamed it burst out of my stomach!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry grimaced at the image. \"Alright, stop. Just a dream.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And… didn't you think it actually tasted good?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron paused. Remembering the flavor, he swallowed hard. The fear didn't vanish, but it did shrink a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe, just maybe, this was the way to conquer his phobia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flew. Soon came the first-year students' very first flying lesson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Arthur had no interest in broomsticks. A plain stick between your legs—uncomfortable in… sensitive places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, broom-riding witches looked charming in manga, but for boys? Just awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had a touch of germophobia. Who knew how many hands had sweated all over these school brooms?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He eyed the frayed twigs skeptically. Would they fall apart mid-flight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to resist, he cast a Scourgify on his broom. Hermione, seeing this, handed hers over too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'd picked up his quirks quickly, especially his neatness. Even her famously bushy hair was now kept tidy, tied in a neat ponytail—making her look more lively and capable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lesson unfolded much as in the original story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neville's broom went haywire, tossing him to the ground and dropping his Remembrall. Draco snatched it, mocking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry demanded it back. Draco refused, soared off, and hurled it toward the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daring dive, Harry caught it midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McGonagall saw it all. That's how Gryffindor gained its youngest Seeker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur only intervened once—casting a Levitation Charm to soften Neville's fall. Even so, Neville ended up in the hospital wing from the fright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, Madam Hooch decided diving straight into practice was too dangerous. She made the rest of the class sit through an entire period of theory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Arthur known, he'd have volunteered to escort Neville earlier—better than sitting around, wondering if brooms really did jab uncomfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After class, Hermione looked worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's wrong? Upset you didn't get to fly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. I'm worried Harry might be punished.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need. In fact, this could be good for him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How could it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn't you see? His flying was extraordinary. And he's never touched a broom before. Gryffindor hasn't won the Quidditch Cup in years. I bet McGonagall will make him join the team.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense, but Hermione still looked doubtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, Harry burst into the common room, face glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Harry, did you join the Quidditch team?\" Hermione blurted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry froze. \"How did you know?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha! Cousin guessed it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione's eyes shone with admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're amazing, Arthur! How did you figure it out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry, curious too, asked, \"Yeah—how?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your flying was far beyond beginner level. That kind of talent doesn't just appear. Probably inherited from your father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My father?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. Check the Quidditch trophies in the Gryffindor case. His name's on them. Haven't you noticed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was dumbfounded. Who actually stopped to read all those names?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll go see. Thanks for telling me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And off he dashed before Arthur could answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To read 30+ future chapters, head over to Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FWhiteDevil7554\u003C\u002Fp>",1095,"2026-06-06T04:19:46.103Z",1,"novelbin.me","1993e220f8ca7f0118aa3a37b45d407d66fe3477fb7e4a73b0a1e28f64d2e775","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-22","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-20",281,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-cover.jpg"]