The Great Writers of Hogwarts

Chapter 61 Traces, Apostles

Looking at the Whomping Willow branch that had sprouted new buds, Andre's eyes showed a look of astonishment.

In his memory, the Whomping Willow potted plant has been withered for a long time, and everyone in the Lovegood family has forgotten its existence.

The last time I thought of it, it was to find a place to secretly dump the potion that Pandora gave me to stimulate the magic power.

and many more……

The potion formula made by Pandora seems to come from those dangerous and taboo knowledge. Could it be because I poured the potion into this flower pot for many days, which made the Whomping Willow change?

Thinking of this, Andre's heart suddenly rose.

Good guy, a Pearson just came out and made himself ready for such a long time, so there won't be any moths coming out of his potted willow plant.

Could it be that as the Whomping Willow grows, the branches grow into tentacles, and then an evil god pops out of the flowerpot?
Are you still playing?

The more Andre thought about it, the more worried he became, and he simply entered the state of a witcher. The witcher's senses were fully open, staring at the Whomping Willow on the window sill.

He wanted to see if tentacles had grown in the mud under the flowerpot.

After a while, Andre breathed a sigh of relief.

At least for now, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this pot of Whomping Willow potted plant, and I have not noticed any malice or threat from it under the sense of the demon hunter.

The soil under the flower pot is also normal, and there are really no tentacles hidden in it.

Apart from a shiny green sprout, Andre didn't see any problems with the Whomping Willow potted plant.

"Pandora said that those potions can help people to arouse magic power, there should be no fakes.

It’s just that it’s not only useful for people, but also useful for plants, so that the dead wood of the cutting willow will be in spring? "

At this time Andre was also a bit hesitant, not thinking about what to do with this pot of Whomping Willow.

lost?

What should I do if I get out of my sight and the Whomping Willow really changes, and it grows into a willow demon or a willow god?
destroyed?

This feels a bit pity again.

Andre always felt that he would have to deal with those things more times in the future, and that only by knowing oneself and the enemy can one be victorious in all battles.

The creatures related to those things should all be distorted. Finally, there is this Whomping Willow that does not pose a threat for the time being. It is an opportunity to carefully observe and find weaknesses. Maybe we can use this Whomping Willow to increase What about those indescribable understandings?

After thinking about it for a while, Andre decided to keep the Whomping Willow and see if it will change in the future.

As for safety issues, Andre released several Arden seals on the windowsill.

This kind of sigil can leave a magic trap, and once the enemy is triggered, it will be immobilized or slowed down.

In case the Whomping Willow wants to sneak attack while he is not paying attention, Andre will be alert immediately when these Arden seals are touched.

After completing these arrangements, Andre exhaled and looked into the distance.

"I don't know if Moody can find something with the magic eye.

I hope the Aurors can do some personnel work instead of just collecting taxes and not doing work. "

Although Andre had prepared as much as he could, he definitely hoped that he would not have to do anything unless it was absolutely necessary.

"And Lucius, you have to hurry up, don't make me look down on you Malfoy."

……

At this time, in a river valley hundreds of miles away from Lovegood's house, Moody was leading a team of Aurors to examine the scene with bated breath.

The reason why they held their breath was not because they were nervous, but because the scene was filled with a pungent stench, like rotten fish and shrimp.

The bad smell made Moody's face look ugly.

During his Auror career, he had captured countless dark wizards, but there were not many such disgusting smells.

Moody leaned in front of the puddle of mucus that hadn't been completely dried out, and a stronger stench hit his face, making his stomach queasy for a while, and he tried to observe the traces left by Pearson with his nausea.

"What the hell happened to this Pearson, what kind of monster has he become?"

Moody's magic eyes rolled around, searching for traces of the scene.

Soon, as if he had discovered something, he went straight to a river valley farther away.

Sure enough, there was a fishy smell pervading there, but the smell was much weaker than before, and the remaining mucus was almost completely wiped out.

Moody continued to search further away until he could no longer find any traces, and he returned to the first location.

Combined with the previous traces, a picture has been formed in Moody's mind.

All the traces are connected into a line, almost heading straight towards Lovegood's house.

From this point of view, even if Moody failed to find the latest trace of Pearson, he could be sure that Pearson would continue to approach the Lovegood house.

This made Moody's face very ugly.

With this distance already reached, couldn't Pearson really notice that there might be a lot of Aurors sitting on the sidelines?
But he still didn't give in at all, it was obvious that he didn't take the Aurors seriously!
Moody snorted coldly in his heart. He felt that the Aurors these years had become more and more outrageous, and they had no deterrent power at all.

Unlike back then, the Aurors who fought side by side with him even did something to stop Voldemort!
At that time, no matter how vicious the dark wizard heard that Auror was chasing him, who didn't he run for his life in a hurry?

On the other hand, there are still incidents where the target of the hunt knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers to travel to the mountains.

"This is the worst generation of Aurors I have ever brought!"

But then, Moody breathed a sigh of relief.

From the beginning to the end, he never worried about not being able to win Pearson.

Just kidding, so many elite Aurors are on standby, and there are many Aurors on standby at the headquarters, as long as they receive a signal, they will Apparate in an instant.

Not to mention that Dumbledore was already ready to shoot.

Let alone Pearson in this battle, even if Voldemort came, he might have no choice but to flee.

The only thing Moody worried about was that Pearson didn't dare to show his face but went around committing crimes in the magic world.

But now that Pearson is so confident, when he shows up, Moody will let him know what cruelty is!
Soon, Moody returned to the Lovegood house with the Aurors, fully alert for possible attacks.

It's just that during this process, even Moody's magic eyes didn't notice that while they were searching for Pearson, a figure in a cave in the distance was looking at them.

The man was wearing a black robe, with a hood covering most of his face, and the exposed half of his face was Pearson's face.

But at this moment, his exposed face was clearly covered with scales, tentacles were wriggling in the gaps of the scales, and green slime dripped from the black robe from time to time.

Even within the black robe, there seemed to be something like a python snaking around, as if some terrifying monster was lurking.

Pearson watched Moody and the others go away, grinned slowly, a tentacle came out of his mouth, and was stuffed back by Pearson.

"Alastor Moody, he seems to be very powerful. He was praised for fighting Voldemort. His magic power is huge..."

"However, in front of the gift of our lord, what kind of Auror is nothing."

"What is the spell he is good at, you must know?"

In the cave, figures in black robes appeared one by one, making rustling sounds.

Amidst this disturbing sound, there seemed to be waves under Pearson's black robe, and countless things squirmed there.

After a while, everything was silent, and the scales and tentacles on Pearson's face seemed to be different from before, and there was a kind of dirty magic flowing in them.

"Now, Moody's special spells are all for display."

"His spells can't break my defense, so what about those ordinary Aurors who are similar to you?"

"As for the weakening of the defense against physical attacks, heck, is it possible that they can still wield the broomstick to destroy me?"

The next moment, Pearson's eyes locked on Lovegood's house, revealing incomparably hot, as if there were rare treasures there that were attracting him.

"Let's go, let's bring back the apostle chosen by our lord."

(End of this chapter)