Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

A manticore with a manticore and a manticore, Level 5X in the magic department.

Extremely dangerous.

Harry originally thought that Hermione would pull him and prepare to sneak away from the bushes quietly, but he didn't expect that Hermione didn't say a word, but turned her head to look at him.

No fear, no timidity.

Instead, there are only uncertain worries.

Hermione has always been a girl with her own ideas and strong subjective initiative. She has her own ideas and decisions.

But now, she didn't have her wand.

There is no room for choice.

So even if she said something about safety before the manticore came, it was actually just a kind of scene talk?

In fact, she didn't want to give up the prey standing in front of her at all.

But she had to respect Harry's choice because she knew that Harry was capable of casting spells with his bare hands.

"I think we can give it a try." Harry also said, he saw Hermione's thoughts.

"I will step back." Hermione nodded: "Although I don't want to admit it, I can only do you a disservice now."

Her tone was helpless, and then she said: "But if something unexpected happens, I will attract its attention from the extreme distance, distract it, and ensure your safety."

Harry nodded silently and watched as the manticore swallowed the boar's body bit by bit into its belly.

The effectiveness of the transformation spell began to weaken, but the manticore didn't seem to notice it. It tore off a piece of pig butt and began chewing it with its sharp teeth, gradually making a crunching sound.

Perhaps for it, there is no difference between stones and flesh and blood.

The Ministry of Magic's X-level system does not represent the strength of magical creatures, but more of their danger to wizards.

Obviously, the manticore stands at the apex of this.

He glanced back, and after confirming that Hermione was far away, his eyes returned to the manticore. At this moment, the wild boar carcass that the big guy hadn't eaten had turned back into stone, and more food fell into its belly. No need to think too much.

It scratched the ground anxiously and roared angrily.

"roar--"

The tip of his nose twitched, looking for a different smell.

The next moment, its eyes were locked in Harry's direction, and in an instant it caught the black figure behind the bushes.

However, the black shadow only appeared in its eyes for a moment.

When it reacted again, a voice sounded above it.

"Shen Feng - Wuying!"

Fur and blood spattered, and the manticore did not raise its head, but relied on instinct to hook its tail upwards.

This hook was extremely precise, as if it had obtained the exact position of Harry's limbs and torso without the need for eyes.

The sharp and venomous hook was directed towards his jaw, as if it was about to pierce his head.

The next moment, Harry disappeared again.

"roar--"

The manticore roared angrily.

Harry appeared high in the sky again, almost parallel to the canopy of the surrounding trees, looking at the monster below in horror.

The Shenfeng Shadowless Curse still acts on the opponent's body, but its bones and muscles are strong, and the fur on its body is like stone skin. The spell it casts with all its strength can only break the skin.

"He is worthy of being a fifth-level guy." Harry muttered: "He doesn't have those strange abilities that make people confused, but he is classified as extremely dangerous."

Thinking of this, he felt a little ashamed. How did that guy Hagrid make this thing succumb?

The manticore quickly grabbed Harry's position. There was an unreachable distance between them, but the manticore still attacked Harry.

Like an iron chain extending continuously, the scorpion tail actually began to lengthen!

"With a strong body and a tenacious life, maybe I can't find a better experimental subject than this." He murmured, gently rubbing his fingers.

He really wanted to use the other person to try the death alchemy spell he had carved on his finger.

But that is the death characteristic of the passage of time. If it succeeds, the opponent will most likely wither, become dehydrated, and eventually turn into a mummy.

Then there would be no point in hunting.

The tribe doesn't want mummies.

He flashed rapidly in mid-air, avoiding. After thinking for a moment, he had the answer in his heart.

The next moment, he appeared above the manticore, stepping on his back and appearing in a comfortable squatting position.

His right hand gently caressed the other person's neck, and then——

"Veravito!"

There is a strong uncertainty in using transformation on living things. At Hogwarts, if you use magic spells to cause harm to your classmates, you may only get points deducted and a small punishment. However, if you use animals to transform your classmates or even privately, you will be severely punished by Professor McGonagall. .

Because it is extremely easy to cause irreparable consequences.

But when it comes to prey, Harry doesn't want to worry about that.

Manticores are highly resistant to magic, and their bodies of flesh and blood are extremely exaggerated. At least based on Harry's experience, they can even fight with giant dragons on the ground.

At this moment, the fur on the opponent's neck suddenly rippled like water.

The transformation technique exerted with great effort can only achieve this effect.

And Harry only wanted this effect.

A blue filament appeared in mid-air, surrounding the manticore's neck.

The transformation of the mage's hand became a bloody spell in his hands.

laugh--

Blood spattered, and the head was thrown high and fell to the ground.

The body collapsed, and Harry stepped on the body of the manticore.

He suddenly thought of the first time he took action, when there was a giant monster opposite him.

He used the sharpness technique and the blue steel sword to disembowel the opponent, and he was also stained with blood.

At that time, I was still feeling nauseous.

Rare and wonderful memories.

On the top of the mountain, outside the stone house.

Fred and Angelina were discussing the rules of the game, a little distressed, while George was rummaging through the trunk to see if he could find anything that might help.

"Maybe we can try to find some herbal medicine." Angelina said. Her herbal medicine score is good. If the density of herbs in the competition venue is enough, she may be able to make good gains.

"Perhaps we can act separately?" She said: "Let's set a time limit, how about half an hour. We can waste at most half an hour on this project, picking wild fruits and looking for herbs, starting from these relatively safe places. "

"Herbal medicines are not all safe." George reminded in a low voice: "And Angelina, wild beasts will be a big problem. You know, we don't have a magic wand now. What I'm thinking about now is whether we should use the tower Luo card?"

"Absolutely not." Fred shook his head.

While they were discussing, a smell of blood gradually appeared.

The three of them looked down. The forest blocked their view, but rustling footsteps appeared.

After another moment, Harry and Hermione appeared, and behind them, a headless corpse walked by itself.

Hagrid walked out of the stone house and stared blankly at the body of the manticore.

Suddenly, his body froze on the spot and he spoke in disbelief: "How did you do it?!"

"It's not one of the prey." Hagrid said with a headache.

"To be precise, this guy belongs to the type that brings you danger."

As he said this, Hagrid took out another piece of paper, not knowing how to calculate this "prey".

"A very beautiful hunt." Dumbledore's voice appeared in the room, and he looked at Harry and Harry with a smile.

"Harry, amazing wandless spellcasting, are you used to this?"

"Yes." Harry nodded carelessly: "In fact, I have been casting spells like this for a long time."

Dumbledore nodded slightly and said relaxedly: "I think even if you go hunting again, there won't be any more points.

You have obtained the most unique prey. If you are in a hurry, you can set off now. "

Hermione was overjoyed. After thanking Dumbledore and Hagrid, she quickly pulled Harry into the car.

On the way, I also said hello to Fred George.

The motorcycle was flying high in the sky, and the weather was beautiful for the rest of the journey. The sun was not blazing, but instead brought a touch of warmth.

The lake has thawed, the woods have bloomed a little green, and patches of beautiful scenery passed by their feet.

Just when Harry was enjoying the surrounding scenery comfortably, Hermione's murmur appeared: "The next location is in Argyll National Forest Park."

"At our current speed, it will take half an hour to fly there. If we complete the competition within twenty minutes, it will take two hours and ten minutes to reach the third competition location?

But if we unfortunately meet other teams along the way, then we.”

Listening to Hermione's muttering, Harry couldn't help but smile.

Argyll National Forest Park is the oldest and most extensive national forest park in the UK. It has the best-preserved natural scenery and attracts many tourists every year.

It was the end of February, and the forest park was shrouded in fog. The visibility was no more than a hundred meters. Looking into the distance, all I could see was a vast expanse of white.

After descending, Harry and the two quickly arrived at a community of wooden houses sandwiched between mountains.

A thin witch wearing dyed robes and messy hair came out.

"Oh, it's you." She said, her voice was trance-like and smelled of alcohol.

It was Professor Silby Trelawny.

Harry's only impression of the professor was those bad predictions, while Hermione hid behind Harry and rolled her eyes silently.

Her impression of the professor was much worse, that of a liar. It was also this professor who taught her a lesson.

‘You can’t take everything the teacher teaches as the truth, otherwise you will definitely be a fool. ’

"Professor Trelawney." Harry bowed in greeting.

Trelawney nodded carelessly, and then began to speak.

“As humans gradually began to gain a foothold in the crisis-ridden jungle, they began to try to use simpler ways to obtain survival resources.

From this, the prototype of farming appeared.

Similarly, at that time, the tribe's wizards also began to try to cultivate rare herbs with mysterious powers. "

With that said, she turned around and led Harry and Hermione into the house.

In the rough wooden house, jars are placed in an orderly manner. They seem to be enchanted, making it difficult for people to see what is inside the jars.

"Just understanding the concept of 'seed' took our ancestors a lot of time." Trelawney said dryly.

"There are different herbal seeds in the jars here. You can randomly choose a jar and then start to cultivate these seeds.

We will make a comprehensive evaluation based on the difficulty of cultivation, the time consumed, and the quality of the final product."

"Wait!" Hermione raised her hand quickly: "But professor, even the simplest mushrooms, the cultivation time is measured in days."

"I don't know." Trelawney shook her head: "It's none of my business. These are the seeds Professor Jones gave me."

"If it's Professor Jones, these should be simulated seeds." Harry said.

He couldn't help but sigh. He felt well, no need to feel, Professor Trelawney seemed to be very indifferent to her little job, completely irresponsible, even worse than Hagrid who forgot the words.

"It seems so." Trelawney showed a look of reminiscence, but she couldn't remember anything, and waved her hand casually: "Choose a jar by yourself, there may be anything in it. If you can't recognize what it is, just bury it in the soil.

If your cultivation fails completely, blood will flow out of the soil you cultivated. That means you can leave directly. As for the final score, you have to wait for the judges to see."

Hearing this lazy tone, Harry and Hermione couldn't help shaking their heads. Finally, at Harry's signal, Hermione randomly chose a jar and left here.

Walking out of the house, they knocked open the jar, and inside, a dark green dry thing appeared in front of the two.

The wind blew quickly between the cols, and the two stood in the small courtyard outside the stone house, staring at the dry grass stems without saying a word.

Harry didn't recognize what it was, so he simply shifted his gaze to Hermione's face.

Hermione closed her eyes and began to review in her mind. In the memory palace that was like a library, she kept flipping through and searching books.

"Chinese biting cabbage." Hermione said, "We are so lucky, aren't we? Apart from the fact that it bites, it seems to have no disadvantages."