Chapter 338: An Honest Spider, Grafting Complete [bonus]
Baruk lay at the door, eight legs splayed, his head flat against the ground, both primary eyes locked on the light bleeding through from inside. Unblinking.
When Regulus stepped out, a foreleg twitched. His body rose slightly, chelicerae clicking once, all eight eyes swiveling upward.
He'd been lying here for a good while. No fuss, no scratching at the door. Waiting... Convinced he'd been exceptionally well-behaved.
Regulus surveyed the area.
Windy outdoors, temperature dropping. Workable, technically, but what he was about to do to Baruk qualified as surgery. Performing surgery in an open breeze felt wrong.
He turned back, drew his wand, and tapped the doorframe.
Transfiguration.
The stone began to flow. Both sides pushed outward, the lintel climbed, and the opening stretched from four feet to nearly twelve, wide enough for Baruk to pass through whole.
Then he aimed his wand at the cottage interior. Undetectable extension charm.