Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 383 Chinese Biting Cabbage

A manticore with a human head, a lion body and a scorpion tail, magic level 5X.

Extremely dangerous.

Harry originally thought that Hermione would pull him and prepare to sneak away from the bushes, but he didn't expect that Hermione would turn around and look at him without saying a word.

No fear, no timidity.

On the contrary, there are only some uncertain concerns.

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

But now, she had no wand.

There is no room for choice.

So even if she said something about safety before the Scorpion Beast arrived, it was actually just... a polite remark?

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

But she had to respect Harry's choice because she knew that Harry had the ability to cast spells with his bare hands.

"I think we can give it a try," Harry also said. He saw what Hermione was thinking.

"I will step back." Hermione nodded: "Although I don't want to admit it, I can only do more harm than good for you now."

Her tone was helpless, and then she changed her words and said, "But if anything unexpected happens, I will attract its attention at the maximum distance, distract it, and ensure your safety."

Harry nodded silently, watching the manticore swallow the wild boar's body bit by bit.

The effect of the transfiguration began to weaken, but the manticore didn't seem to notice it. It tore off a piece of pig's butt and began to chew with its sharp teeth, gradually making a crisp clicking sound.

Perhaps to 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 dangerousness to wizards.

It is obvious that the human-headed, lion-bodied, scorpion-tailed beast is the one standing at the top of this.

He looked back and after making sure Hermione was far away, he returned his gaze to the manticore. At this moment, the wild boar corpse that the big guy had not finished eating had turned back into the shape of stone, so there was no need to think about what had fallen into its stomach.

It pawed the ground anxiously and let out angry growls.

"Roar--"

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

The next moment, its eyes locked in Harry's direction, and in an instant it caught sight of the dark shadow behind the bushes.

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

By the time it reacted, a voice sounded above it.

"Divine Sword - Shadowless!"

Fur and blood splattered everywhere. The human-headed sphinx did not raise its head, but instead, based on its instinct, hooked its tail upwards.

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

The sharp, venomous hook pointed toward his jaw, as if to pierce his head.

The next moment, Harry disappeared again.

"Roar--"

The human-headed, lion-bodied, scorpion-tailed beast let out an angry roar.

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

The Divine Sword Shadowless Spell still had an effect on the opponent, but its bones and muscles were strong, and its fur was like stone skin, so the spell it cast with all its strength could only barely break its skin.

"As expected of a 5X-level guy," Harry muttered, "He doesn't have those weird abilities that make people confused, but he is classified as extremely dangerous."

Thinking of this, he felt a little ashamed again. How on earth did Hagrid make this thing surrender?

The manticore quickly caught hold of Harry's position. There was an unreachable distance between them, but the scorpion's tail still attacked Harry.

Like an iron chain that kept extending, the scorpion's tail actually began to lengthen!

"Strong body, tenacious life. Perhaps I couldn't find a better experimental subject than this." He muttered and rubbed his fingers gently.

He really wanted to use him to try out the alchemical spell of death that he had carved on his fingers.

But that is the death characteristic of the passage of time. If successful, the opponent will most likely shrivele, become dehydrated, and finally turn into a mummy.

Then there would be no point in hunting.

The tribe doesn't want mummies.

He flashed and dodged quickly in the air, and after thinking for a moment, he had the answer in his mind.

The next moment, he appeared above the human-headed, lion-bodied, scorpion-tailed beast, stepping on his back and appearing in a comfortable squatting posture.

The right hand gently stroked the other person's neck, and then -

"Veravito!"

Using Transfiguration on living things is highly uncertain. At Hogwarts, if you use a spell to harm a classmate, you may only be deducted points and given a minor punishment, but if you use Transfiguration on a classmate or even on an animal without permission, you will be severely punished by Professor McGonagall.

Because that can easily lead to irreversible consequences.

But Harry didn't intend to care about these things when it came to his prey.

The Manticore is highly resistant to magic, and its flesh and blood body is extremely exaggerated. At least from what Harry has seen, they can even fight dragons on the ground.

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

The Transfiguration spell performed with all his might can only achieve this effect.

And Harry just wanted this effect.

A thin blue thread appeared in mid-air, wrapping around the neck of the human-headed, lion-bodied, and scorpion-tailed beast.

The variation of the Mage's Hand became a bloody spell in his hands.

laugh--

Blood splattered, and the head was thrown high into the air and fell to the ground.

The bodies collapsed with a loud crash and Harry stepped on the corpse of a manticore.

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

He used the sharpness technique and the blue steel sword to rip open the opponent's stomach, and his body was covered in blood.

At that time, I was still feeling nauseous.

Wonderful and precious memories.

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

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

"Maybe we can try to find some herbs." Angelina said. She was good at herbology, and if the density of herbs in the competition venue was high enough, maybe she could have a good harvest.

"Maybe we can split up?" she said. "Let's set a time, half an hour. We can waste no more than half an hour on this project, picking wild fruits and looking for herbs, and start from these safer places."

"Not all herbs are safe." George reminded quietly, "And Angelina, wild beasts will be a big problem. You know, we don't have wands now. Now I'm thinking, should we use Tarot cards?"

"Absolutely not." Fred shook his head.

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

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

A moment later, Harry and Hermione appeared, and behind them, a headless corpse was walking on its own.

Hagrid walked out of the stone house and stared blankly at the corpse of the man-headed, lion-body, and scorpion-tailed beast.

Suddenly, his body froze in place, and he said in disbelief: "How did you do that?!"

"It doesn't count as one of the prey." Hagrid said with a headache.

"To be precise, this guy is the type that can bring danger to you."

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

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

"Harry, amazing wandless spellcasting, have you gotten used to it?"

"Yes." Harry nodded nonchalantly: "In fact, this is how I cast spells for a long time."

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

You have obtained a most unique prey, and 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. The weather was very good for the rest of the journey. The sun was not scorching, but instead had a faint warmth.

The lake had thawed, the woods were turning a little green, and beautiful scenery was passing by their feet.

Just as Harry was enjoying the surrounding scenery, Hermione muttered, "The next location is in Argyle National Forest."

"At our current speed, it will take another half an hour to fly there. If we complete the competition within 20 minutes, then we will arrive at the third competition location in two hours and ten minutes?

But if we are unlucky enough to meet other teams along the way, then we will.”

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

Argyll National Forest Park is the oldest and largest 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. Visibility was less than a hundred meters, and looking into the distance, all I could see was a vast expanse of white.

After descending in altitude, Harry and his companions soon arrived at a group of wooden houses in the cracks of a mountain.

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

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

It was Professor Shelby Trelawney.

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

Her impression of the professor was much worse, no different from a liar. It was also this professor who taught her a lesson.

"You can't take everything a teacher teaches as the truth, otherwise you must be a fool."

"Professor Trelawney," Harry bowed.

Trelawney nodded indifferently, then began to narrate.

“As humans gradually gained a foothold in the dangerous jungle, they began to try to obtain survival resources in simpler ways.

Thus, the prototype of farming emerged.

Similarly, at that time, tribal wizards also began to try to cultivate rare herbs with mysterious powers. "

With that, she turned and walked into the house with Harry and Hermione.

In the rough wooden house, jars are placed in an orderly manner. They seem to be cast with magic, making it impossible to see what is inside the jars.

"It took our ancestors a long time just to understand the concept of 'seed'," Trelawney said dryly.

“There are different herbal seeds in the jars here, and you can randomly choose a jar and start cultivating these seeds.

We will conduct 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 take days to grow."

"I don't know." Trelawney shook her head. "It's none of my business. This is the seed Professor Jones gave me."

"If this is Professor Jones, these should be simulated seeds," said Harry.

He couldn't help but sigh. He felt that, well, there was no need to feel anything. Professor Trelawney seemed to care very little about her little job and was completely irresponsible. She was even worse than Hagrid who forgot his words.

"It seems so." Trelawney showed a look of reminiscence, but she couldn't remember anything, and waved her hand casually: "You can 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 it. "

Hearing the lazy tone, Harry and Hermione couldn't help but shake their heads. Finally, at Harry's signal, Hermione randomly picked a jar and left.

Walking out of the house, they opened the jar and saw a dark green dry thing inside.

The wind blew quickly through the valley. The two men 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 her memory palace which was like a library, she kept flipping through and searching through 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."