Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 382 The Exploding-Tailed Skrewt——Father!

A thunderstorm raged in the sky, and in the darkness, a black ball was hurtling towards the target.

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

Hedwig stood at the front handle of the car. If you turned over the feathers on her neck, you could see a delicate 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 down another bolt of lightning, but when he looked to the other side, he saw Madame Maxime sitting quietly in the flying carriage, looking at him through the window.

This wasn't just his weather spell, he couldn't do it, it was a spell cast by the two headmasters in collaboration with the staff of the Ministry's Department of Sports and Physical Education.

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

"The first stage is coming soon." Hermione reminded Harry.

call--

Breaking through the dark clouds, the sun shone on the earth, the flesh and blood tentacles were retracted, and Harry saw the green forests and grasslands again, which were completely two different worlds compared to the dark clouds just now.

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

Harry was not panicked at all. He looked at the map and searched below them.

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

They also landed quickly.

There is a gentle slope on the top of the mountain, surrounded by stone houses, rough fences, and animal skins hanging out to dry. An ancient and barbaric atmosphere wafts from here.

tread--

A man walked out of the largest stone house on the top of the mountain.

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

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

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

"Wizards have been around since the earliest days of man," said Hagrid in a deep voice.

Harry and Hermione got out of the car without saying anything to interrupt.

"At that time, the wizards offered sacrifices to heaven and earth, and the tribe believed that they had the ability to communicate with heaven and earth."

Hagrid's tone became halting and the expression on his face gradually became stiff.

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

"They were considered to be children of God, communicating with the heavens and the earth. At that time, the systematic wizard system had not yet appeared. Their responsibility was to observe the nature of the heavens and the earth and use their magical powers 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, afraid that Hagrid would forget what to say next.

"Well, so, you have to hand over your wands to me now!" Hagrid said, "In that era, there was no such thing as a magic wand."

"Huh?" Hermione asked doubtfully, "So Hagrid, what are we going to do then?"

"Fighting for the Horde—Oh, no, let me see."

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

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

Ultimately, we will grade your group based on what you bring back to the tribe."

Harry nodded and handed over his wand.

"Your range of activities is within 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, then shook her head helplessly, "I never thought we would become primitive people when we get here."

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

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

"I don't know what's going to happen next." Hermione said, "I have a bad feeling."

Harry's eyes flickered over a bush bearing tiny red fruits.

"Maybe. History?" He said uncertainly, picked up a fruit and observed it, then found it was just an ordinary crop, so he gave 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 to get high scores, we have to hunt animals."

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

Of course, the risks are also great.

"I feel like there might be some magical creatures in the woods around here," he said, "but we have to find them ourselves."

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

They all knew that there was one thing Hagrid was not saying.

That's time.

If you delay too long here, the people behind you 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 felt helpless.

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

He decided to take a chance.

"What?" asked Hermione.

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

"Veravito—"

Blood began to flow out from the cracks in the stone, and the tattered abdominal cavity with internal organs sliding out, but in the blink of an eye, the big stone turned into a wild boar corpse with its intestines ripped open, still emitting bloody hot steam.

Hermione instantly understood what Harry meant. She 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 said calmly, "If any 4X or 5X animals from the Ministry of Magic come in a while, we'll 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 carcass again, it was hanging in the air, with a scorpion tail holding it in its claws.

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

"No——" Harry quickly grabbed Hermione and signaled her to calm down.

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, making people feel like they are in the uncanny valley. It has three rows of sharp teeth in each upper and lower jaws, and a deadly stinger at the end of its tail like a scorpion.

"A manticore!" said Harry.

"Maybe I know who this is." Hermione's mouth twitched.

"Who?"

"Hagrid bred a box of Blast-Ended Skrewts, remember? Those were fire crabs and manticores. Hagrid also said at the time 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 the two of them seemed to have met the biological fathers of the blast-tailed skrewts at Hogwarts.