"Shut your bloody mouth."
"Don't give that damn rubbish. Whatever the Shelbys set their sights on will belong to the Shelbys."
"From now on, you're a Shelby. I'll take you with before I graduate."
Tiger dropped Tequila with unquestionable authority, casually grabbing a towel and tossing it to the house-elf to wipe away its tears and snot.
"Off you go."
Tequila clutched the towel in disbelief, emotions igniting once more. Its wrinkled features slowly expanded, trembling hands nearly beyond control.
"Tequila... received a gift?"
"Gift?" Tiger looked puzzled. "No, that's a towel. Go back, Tequila."
Tequila raised the towel triumphantly.
"It's a gift... it's sir's gift... no... it's master's gift!"
Tiger couldn't help covering his forehead with a sigh.
"Fine, it's a gift. Take your gift and bugger off, there's a good lad... Oi!"
Seeing Tequila preparing to bash its head against the wall again, the ravenous Venom decisively hurled it through the door and slamd the dormitory entrance shut.
"Bloody hell, what's wrong with that chocolate drop?"
"Who knows."
Tiger shook his head with equal bewildernt.
"Tequila has a new master!"
Returning to the kitchens, Tequila leaped excitedly onto the work surface. Under the astonished gazes of fellow house-elves, it raised the towel with passionate fervor, as though brandishing a gleaming sacred relic.
"And was granted master's surna!"
"From today, Tequila isn't called Tequila anymore—it's Tequila Shelby!"
Proud shrieks echoed throughout the kitchen.
Like a boulder hurled into still water, every house-elf gaped in stunned disbelief.
Then, as if injected with fanatical energy, all the house-elves began surging frantically toward the counter, stretching their fingertips desperately, trying to touch Tequila.
In wizards' eyes, they were lowly as vermin.
But in their own eyes, bearing a master's surna wasn't rely fortune—it represented supre honor and faith.
The house-elves, unable to contain themselves, revered this inner fanaticism, hoping only to draw closer to this glory called Shelby...
Tiger wasn't the only one with a transford body. Venom felt equally thrilled about its evolution.
Its originally massive two-ter fra now towered over three ters tall. Standing before such a monster, one's heart seed gripped in an iron fist, making breathing impossible.
The sensation of leaving its vulnerable period felt like rebirth.
The mont they erged from the basent, Venom eagerly enveloped Tiger's form.
They had no intention of using stairs, instead standing at the bottom level, gazing up at the constantly shifting staircases.
"Ti for dinner..."
Under nurous portraits' shocked stares, Venom revealed a savage, terrifying grin. Its body crouched slightly, muscles rippling throughout, then suddenly launched upward.
With a fleeting whoosh, the massive, nacing form shot straight into the air, seized the sixth-floor moving staircase, flipped into the corridor, and landed without sound.
Following Tiger's instructions, Venom didn't randomly unleash its destructive power. Its flipping and vaulting movents flowed like water, making the impossible seem effortless—the perfect assassin.
Its pale, predatory eyes swept casually past, sending sixth-floor portraits fleeing with terrified shrieks.
Fortunately, classes were still in session.
No students wandered the corridors, or chaos would have erupted once more...
"His body..."
"Appears to have recovered admirably."
Watching Venom scale the castle's highest spire before leaping like a cannonball toward the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore released a weary sigh.
Behind him, several idle portrait fras overflowed with complaining figures...
Within re bounds, Venom crashed into the Forbidden Forest, leaving clearly visible crater-like impacts in its wake.
"Ah... I bloody love this place!"
"This is a hunting ground—paradise!"
Venom gazed into the forest's depths, releasing a contented sigh as saliva gradually overflowed between its fangs.
Magical creatures nurous as stars made it salivate with anticipation.
Yet strangely, throughout this journey, apart from wild rabbits and birds, it encountered no other beings. Those magical animals seed to have received so preternatural warning.
Venom and Tiger could sense it clearly—despite vast distances, the Forbidden Forest's magical creatures scattered and fled based on its advancing direction.
"Odd..."
Venom scratched its head in confusion.
But just then, certain pheromones in the breeze caught Venom's attention, its crimson tongue sweeping across its lips.
"Horse scent... insect scent... approaching ... interesting..."
Delivery service—no reason to refuse.
Venom grinned nacingly and moved against the light.
Its colossal form swept rapidly through dense undergrowth, stirring howling winds that made the ground tremble.
Vaulting over a fallen giant tree, several arrows concealed in sunlight whistled toward Venom's eyes.
Venom casually snatched them, gripping the arrows like toothpicks. With a sharp crack, the snapped shafts tumbled to earth.
Atop a nearby ridge, a powerfully built centaur wielding a bow, horn at his waist, stood silhouetted against sunlight.
Feeling Venom's gaze strike him, the centaur's pupils contracted sharply before his form flickered and vanished.
Within two heartbeats, Venom crashed savagely onto the hilltop. When scattered leaves and dust settled, the centaur had long disappeared. In his place crouched three Acromantulas larger than automobiles.
The instant they spotted Venom, the Acromantulas launched aggressive attacks—spitting silk, stabbing with razor-sharp limbs.
Their complex, disturbing black-green eyes flickered with cold malice, seemingly mocking Venom's arrival.
"You look absolutely delicious."
"Crabs..."
Awl-like appendages thrust toward its throat. Venom bared fangs far more terrifying than any Acromantula possessed.
Black tentacles had sohow spread behind Venom, their tips gleaming with scythe-like blades.
"Swoosh!"
The scythes retracted like a tallic storm, shredding the Acromantula cluster into fragnts.
Accompanied by eerie hissing, Acromantula pieces scattered across the ground. Their cold-gleaming eyeballs gradually lost luster as black-green mucus flowed freely...
"I love evolution. I love slaughter."
With gloomy, rasping laughter, Venom retrieved a spider leg and stuffed it into its maw, crunching loudly. The sounds echoed through the silent forest.
After evolution, Venom had acquired abilities from Venom's offspring—Riot.
Beyond massive enhancent of its core form, it could now perfectly generate tallic elents—axes or hamrs, sharp or crushing—no longer re mimicry.
"I love this flavor—much better than crab. Bastard, fancy so?"
Venom's mask lifted halfway, revealing half of Tiger's face. Observing the spider leg dripping with mucus, Tiger refused expressionlessly.
"I'm not eating, you tosser."
"Fair enough..."
The mask restored itself. Seeing Tiger lacked appetite, Venom showed no restraint, collecting spider legs and dipping them in Acromantula brain matter, devouring them like chips with obvious relish.
Typically, symbiotes and hosts share digestive systems—whatever the symbiote consus represents what the host ingests.
But to distinguish himself from Venom's revolting tastes, Tiger chose not to share a digestive system.
"Bloody hell..."
Tiger's expression darkened watching Venom extend its lengthy tongue, licking the Acromantula's skull completely clean.
Until rigid tentacles resembling spider limbs suddenly sprouted from Venom's back.
The appendage tips glowed faintly red, razor-sharp and keen as vajra pestles...
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