Chapter 396: Hagrid, the Wizarding World's Number One [bonus]
Before setting out that evening, Regulus stopped by his dormitory.
Baruk lay sprawled in the fireplace, flames wrapped around him.
Footsteps registered. He rolled out of the coals, eight legs pushing him upright, pincers clicking twice toward the door and kicking up a few sparks.
Regulus sat at the desk, pulled the soft leather pouch from a drawer, and drew out a cut of Swedish Short-Snout neck.
Baruk launched himself out of the hearth and landed on the desktop, legs scrabbling, pincers spread, and tore straight in.
He used to take whatever he was given. One platter at Malfoy Manor, picked over at his leisure, and he'd never settled for less again.
Not a problem. Regulus could afford it, so the creature could eat well.
Watching him strip the meat, Regulus considered taking Baruk back to Aragog's nest sometime.
Let that crowd of Acromantulas still gnawing on Gnomes see what a spider who ran with him ate these days.