Chapter 519: The Trio’s Secret Mission
Machete Girl: Pfft, Thanksgiving?
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Why Thanksgiving? What’s wrong with Thanksgiving?
Doujin Artist: Ah, Thanksgiving is that holiday where white people commemorate the scalping of Native Americans?
Lazy Kitten: Hahaha, my goodness! Eriri, your explanation is so vivid.
Lin Fengjiao: Native Americans being scalped?
Machete Girl: This history isn’t a secret anymore. When white Americans took over North America, they massacred Native Americans wholesale. They put bounties on Native American scalps for dollars and pursued a policy of genocide.
Amegakure Village’s Angel: Disgusting. So Deadpool wants to go back to his roots now?
Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Oh, no! Of course not. I’m talking about real gratitude here! And my ancestors weren’t white Americans, they were French!
As he spoke, Deadpool once again blocked Thor’s hammer with his long sword. He twisted his body and swept a roundhouse kick towards Thor’s waist.
Bang.
Thor was sent flying powerfully, his body slamming hard against the wall behind him. The entire wall visibly began to crack, covered in spiderweb-like fissures.
But even after taking such an attack, Thor charged at Deadpool again as if nothing had happened.
Doujin Artist: Oh, the French who are good at raising white flags?
Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Damn it, that’s enough! Are you going to die if you don’t mock me, you little blonde pervert? Uncle here just wants to have a nice, fragrant Thanksgiving. Why are you targeting me like this? What did Uncle ever do wrong?
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Hahaha, Mr. Deadpool is really losing it this time! When he’s happy, he calls her Little Liri, but when he’s angry now, she’s a little blonde pervert.
Lazy Kitten: But honestly, Eriri’s mocking this time is pretty sharp. "The French who are good at raising white flags" hits the nail on the head instantly.
Pretty Boy from Skull Island: Is this another meme?
Machete Girl: Yeah, because France has surrendered with white flags in many world wars.
Curly-haired Guy: This is really something to be thankful for. We should thank the great Eriri for making Deadpool lose his cool! (Expression: Cheers)
Doujin Artist: No, I don’t drink. How about you sing a little song to liven things up?
Curly-haired Guy: Sing what the heck!
This is an Actor: Listen to me! Thank you, because of you... the seasons became warm?
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: ?
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Pfft!
Lazy Kitten: Oops, oh! This song, this song...
Amegakure Village’s Angel: Are those lyrics that Anzen-san sent?
Lazy Kitten: Yes, and it was quite popular in our past lives. Speaking of these lyrics, it reminds me of that bumpy past!
Soul Society’s Villain: I didn’t expect you, Little Kitty, to be a person with a story.
This is an Actor: Who doesn’t have a story nowadays?
Gerard shook his head and turned his gaze to the large screen in front of him. The image playing on the screen was of Harry Potter, Ron, and Hermione, the trio. They were being led by a sparsely-haired house-elf, making their way through the winding, rugged paths of the Forbidden Forest.
This house-elf was Dobby, who had previously served the Malfoy family.
But under the impact of the house-elves’ collective rebellion, Lucius Malfoy no longer trusted it. Believing it to be a ticking time bomb in his own home, he resolutely kicked it out.
Homeless, Dobby chose to settle at Hogwarts, blending in with the Hogwarts house-elf population.
"Hey, are you really sure their nest is in the Forbidden Forest?" Ron, walking at the back of the group, couldn’t help but ask. "This place is very dangerous, no joke!"
"Dobby may not be an obedient house-elf, but Dobby never jokes." Dobby stopped and turned around. "Dobby is very sure, the seer is deep within this forest."
"The seer, is that the leader of the house-elves?" Hermione asked softly. "Why do you call him the seer?"
"Because he is an extraordinary house-elf, the most special house-elf." Dobby thought for a moment and said, "His wisdom and power even surpass many of the house-elves’ masters!"
"Are you really sure you’re not joking?" Ron’s mouth twitched, his forehead covered in black lines. "No house-elf can be an opponent to a wizard, that’s impossible!"
"Dobby never lies!" Dobby’s face showed a very displeased expression, and he said indignantly, "If you disbelieving, cowardly guys don’t believe me, you’ll suffer greatly!"
Uh.
Ron froze for a moment, pointing at himself and asking, "Cowardly guys? Are you talking about me?"
"Of course, who else here is a coward but you?" Dobby crossed his arms, blinked his eyes. "You’re even afraid of spiders."
"Oh, Merlin’s beard!" Ron was completely stunned and looked at his friend with disbelief, his face full of astonishment. "Who told you that? Harry?" His gaze turned to his friend angrily.
"No, I didn’t," Harry quickly denied.
"According to Dobby’s wishes, cowards should go back." Dobby shook his head and sighed. "We might see very big spiders on this path, you’ll definitely be scared to death."
"Damn it, I’m not a coward!" Ron’s temper flared up instantly, and he shouted, "And I don’t believe there are any big spiders here!"
"Is that big spider green?" Hermione suddenly interjected. "Does it have markings on its front legs?"
Dobby nodded. "Huh? You’ve seen it too?"
"Not before, but I see it now." Hermione let out a sigh and slowly drew her wand from her waist. "Ron, at this moment, please don’t look up."
What?
Ron was stunned and hadn’t quite registered what was happening. He instinctively looked up at a tree branch to the side. Then, he was struck by lightning.
His gaze caught sight of a spider the size of a calf staring intently at him with its eight eyes. The two black fangs in its mouth were raised high, and viscous fluid, like saliva, dripped slowly.
"Oh, my, goodness..." Ron almost collapsed from fear, his voice trembling.
*Screech.*
Just then, the large spider suddenly leaped high into the air and lunged towards Ron.
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