Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 382 The father of the blasting tail skrewt!

Chapter 382 Exploding Skrewt——Father!

A thunderstorm raged in the sky, and in the darkness, a black ball was running rampant.

Harry turned over his tarot cards, and a map of emotions appeared on the back of the cards, guiding him in the darkness.

Hedwig stood at the handlebars of the car. If you turn over the feathers on her neck, you can see a precise rune flowing.

It is one with the motorcycle under its feet, and is in a superior position.

Boom——

A bolt of lightning struck down, and the surface of the black ball became extremely charred. In the clouds, Karkaroff, who was casting a weather spell, was a little surprised.

He wanted to strike another bolt of lightning, but he looked to the other side, and Madame Maxime was sitting quietly in the flying carriage, looking at this side through the window.

This was not just his weather spell, he couldn't do it either, it was a spell cast by the two headmasters and the staff of the Ministry of Magic's Sports and Physical Education Administration Department.

Just as he was stunned, the black ball escaped and disappeared into the clouds.

"We are about to reach the first stage." Hermione reminded Harry.

Whoosh——

Breaking through the dark clouds, the sun shone on the earth, and the flesh tentacles were retracted. Harry once again saw the green forest and grassland, which was completely different from the dark clouds just now.

"We should still be the first." Hermione looked around and then looked down, looking for a group that had used other methods to cross the thunderstorm.

Harry was not panicked at all. After taking a look at the map, he looked below them.

Soon, a bare hilltop that seemed to be shining appeared.

They also landed in a hurry.

There was a gentle slope on the top of the hill, with stone houses built around it, as well as rough fences, animal skins being dried, and a primitive and barbaric atmosphere coming from here.

Step——

On the top of the mountain, a man walked out of the largest stone house.

He was tall, with an exaggerated beard, wearing a fur coat, his hair swirling wildly behind his head, and a pair of exposed eyes, with wildness.

"Ah." He breathed a sigh of relief: "You are here."

"Hagrid?" Harry looked at the person in front of him in surprise.

"Since the barbaric era of mankind, wizards have appeared." Hagrid said in a low voice.

Harry and Hermione got out of the car without making a sound to disturb him.

"At that time, wizards offered sacrifices to heaven and earth, and were considered by the tribe to have the ability to communicate with heaven and earth."

Hagrid's tone was stumbling, and the expression on his face gradually stiffened.

The next moment, he turned around and took out a piece of parchment.

"It is believed that they are communicating with heaven and earth, children of heaven. At that time, the systematic wizard system had not yet appeared. Their responsibility was to observe the nature of heaven and earth and use their wonderful power to participate in the production activities of the tribe."

Hagrid muttered a series of words, then turned back and quickly repeated what he had just said.

Harry and Hermione nodded quickly, fearing that Hagrid would forget what he said next.

"Well, so, you have to hand me your wands now!" Hagrid said: "There was no such thing as a wand in that era."

"Ah?" Hermione asked doubtfully: "Then Hagrid, what should we do?"

"Fight for the tribe - oh, no, let me see."

As he said that, he opened the paper again and read it carefully again.

"Well, to be precise, you have to participate in the production activities of the tribe. You can go hunting, pick some fruits, find some herbs or other things now.

In the end, we will give a score for your entire group based on what you bring back for the tribe."

Harry nodded and handed in all the wands.

"Your range of activities is in the surrounding mountains." Hagrid said: "On foot, you are not allowed to use your chariots. The only thing you can use is your knowledge."

"Okay." Hermione nodded, shook her head helplessly, "I didn't expect that we would become primitive people here."

"Primitive wizards." Harry smiled: "It doesn't matter, we still have knowledge, right?"

Hermione nodded, and said goodbye to Hagrid with Harry, and ran quickly down the mountain.

"I don't know what will happen next." Hermione said: "I have a bad feeling."

Harry's eyes swept over a bush with small red fruits on it.

"Maybe. History?" He said uncertainly, pinched off a fruit and observed it, and found that it was just an ordinary crop, so he gave it up.

"London is the epitome of the Industrial Revolution." Harry said: "That's our final destination, isn't it?"

"Maybe?" Hermione found animal hoof prints on the mud: "Harry, I think if we want high scores, we have to hunt animals."

Harry nodded. From the perspective of primitive society, hunting is the most basic and the most efficient way to obtain high-quality food.

Of course, the risk is also great.

"I feel that there may be magical creatures in the nearby mountains and forests." He said, "We just have to find them ourselves."

The two fell silent, followed the hoof prints carefully, and began to track.

They all knew that there was one thing Hagrid didn't say.

That is time.

If they delay here for too long, the people behind will catch up. When the next competition items are unclear, someone may choose to pick some wild fruits at any time and then rush to the next competition item.

After walking down for more than ten minutes, the footprints disappeared, leaving only mottled bloodstains and clumps of rough fur.

"Tsk," Harry was a little helpless.

"It seems we have to use some direct methods." Harry said after thinking for a while.

He decided to take a risk.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Transfiguration." Harry raised his hand and looked at a large stone next to him.

"Villa Vito--"

Blood began to overflow from the cracks in the stone, and the tattered abdomen slid out with the internal organs, but in the blink of an eye, the large stone turned into a wild boar corpse with its intestines cut open and still emitting bloody heat.

Hermione instantly understood what Harry meant, looked around, and finally found a bush and hid in it with Harry.

"Will this really work?" Hermione asked nervously.

"I don't know." Harry was relaxed: "If there are 4X or 5X animals from the Ministry of Magic coming later, we will run."

Just as the two were whispering, a black shadow appeared like lightning, grabbed the corpse, and drew a beautiful arc in the air.

When they saw the pig corpse again, it was already hanging in the air, and a scorpion tail was holding it with its claws.

"Scorpion? There are giant desert scorpions in Egypt." Hermione said.

"No--" Harry quickly pulled Hermione and signaled her to stay calm.

He smelled something worse.

In the dense forest, a burly figure gradually emerged from the shadows.

It has a bright red lion body and a face that looks a bit like a human, which makes people feel the uncanny valley. It has three rows of sharp teeth in its upper and lower jaws, and the end of its tail has a deadly stinger like a scorpion.

"A human-headed sphinx!" Harry said.

"I may know who this is." The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched.

"Who?"

"Hagrid bred a box of blasting-tailed skrewts, remember? Those things were made of fire crabs and manticores. Hagrid also said that he used sixty fire crabs to breed that box."

Harry was also stunned, and thought carefully about those restless and disgusting things.

Then he had to admit that they seemed to have met the biological father of those blasting-tailed skrewts in Hogwarts.

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