Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 146 Deadlock
Just like Rove's suitcase, Keltburn, who is still serving as a professor of protection of magical creatures at Hogwarts, does have magical props, but it is not in the style of a suitcase, but a super retro one with a good-looking appearance. It's a large leather handbag that looks like dirt.

Although it is not made of dragon leather, after decades, the leather that is still delicate and soft to the touch is obviously not ordinary. If it is an ordinary material, even if the space is expanded with the traceless stretching spell, it will definitely not be able to withstand the tossing out of the inside. movement.

You can't expect a small cloth bag to really hold a grumpy fire dragon after casting the No Trace Stretching Curse, right? If the dragon moves casually, the rag bag will be torn apart in an instant. The space expanded by the Mark Stretching Curse will not contain living creatures that can jump, unless the materials pass the test and can withstand fabrication.

The interior space of the handbag that Harry borrowed was much larger than his own dragonskin backpack. It was almost twice the size of Harry’s dormitory, and the space was enough to accommodate four or five Thestrals. Early the next morning, Harry arrived at the beach. Next to Greg's hut, after a simple but calorie-packed breakfast, he and Hagrid came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

There was a makeshift fence, and a bovine creature with only a skeleton was suspended from a wooden post, and about ten thestrals were lying comfortably on the straw pile on the ground.

After hearing someone's approaching footsteps, the Thestrals got up one after another and walked out through the unlocked gate of the fence.

As a pony that Hagrid loves, Thestrals also likes Hagrid very much. Without him, Thestrals would not have the current herd of more than a hundred heads, all thanks to Hagrid.

"You are so obedient, my little boy."

Hagrid stretched out his hand and rubbed the Thestral's bald head, and the group of little guys came up clingy and gathered around Hagrid.

"Wow." Hagrid patted the biggest Thestral, which was the first Thestral born in the woods, and he was also Hagrid's favorite, "Choose four little ones to come with you Come on, we're going to find the werewolf."

The Thestral, who could fully understand Hagrid's words, rubbed against Hagrid's palm, then turned his head and glanced around with his white eyes, but couldn't see any sound from it, and four other Thestrals followed him and left. The team, went to the other side.

"Go and stay in Harry's bag for a while, and we can come out when we get there."

Harry opened the pocket of the handbag. The small hole that could only allow thestrals to stick their heads in at most miraculously put five thestrals in easily. Harry poked his head and took a look inside. Thestrals are lying lazily on the ground at this moment, and there is a slightly moist lawn inside.

"Hagrid, shall we go then?" Harry asked Hagrid, who was beside him.

"Come on, let's go, maybe we can come back for lunch if it's done quickly."

"Can it be so fast?"

"Don't underestimate thestrals, Harry, they are a group of powerful little cuties."

Harry called Fox's name, and just after the words fell, a group of flames suddenly appeared from above their heads. The warm temperature did not burn them, but drove away the chill of the morning.

The golden-red feathered phoenix flapped its wings lightly and landed on Harry's shoulder. It sized Harry up curiously, then jumped onto Hagrid's shoulder, and firmly clasped Hagrid's leather coat with its powerful claws. , with its slender tail feathers hanging down, waving in front of Harry, as if beckoning Harry to grab its tail.

The phoenix's tail feathers felt unusually smooth and tough, and a warm current passed from Harry's palm to his body. Fox ignited a raging fire that ignited a raging fire, one big and one small. The two figures wrapped around in an instant, and the flame disappeared in an instant while spinning, leaving only a group of thestrals curiously looking at the place where they disappeared.

The rapidly spinning flame vortex made Harry a little dizzy, and the temperature of the flames enveloping him had risen quite a bit at this moment, perhaps for a few seconds, or maybe half a minute, after a thin layer of sweat was formed on his forehead , the whirling flame suddenly disappeared, and a strange forest broke into Harry's sight.

Fox crossed an unknown distance and sent him and Hagrid to the Cairngorm Mountains. Such a long distance is beyond the reach of Apparition. Maybe the Portkey can do it, but Apparation is more suitable for short-distance travel , moving too far will bring a great burden to the wizard, and increase the possibility of split body disease.

After bringing Hagrid and Harry, both of whom are not too small, here from Hogwarts, Fox was also a little tired. It let out a soft cry, then flapped its wings and took off, landing on a on a tall tree.

"Thank you, Fox!"

Harry waved at the beautiful phoenix, then opened the handbag, and five thestrals stepped out one by one, flapping their wings and stretching their bodies.

"Go, boy, go and smell the smell of blood, and find the werewolf."

Hagrid patted Wuwu's head, and the Thestrals nodded obediently in response.

"Harry, you can ride Wuwu to look around. I'll look under the woods. If I find anything, I will shoot red sparks."

Hagrid took out his little pink umbrella. "Although I haven't used magic for a long time, I still remember how to use it."

"Alright Hagrid, I'll let you know if I find out."

Harry turned onto Wuwu's back. Although it has the strongest physique among thestrals, that's because of its big frame. It's still skinny and bony. Thick flesh.

The moment they spread their wings, the Thestrals rose into the air. After adjusting to a suitable height, they spread their wings and glide above the forest, scattered in all directions, looking for their targets.

Ben McDuey Mountain, the second highest peak in England, is located in the Cairngorms Mountains. The area here is extremely huge. The Cairngorms National Nature Reserve alone covers an area of ​​259 square kilometers, and the werewolf is obviously not They will appear in Muggle-infested places. Although Fenrir likes human flesh and blood when he is not a werewolf, he doesn't like Muggles. In his eyes, even the meat of Muggles without magic is smelly. The targets of the attacks are almost always wizards.

Harry's eyes are excellent, at least much better than the Thestrals beneath him. Thestrals' eyesight is not bad, and they even see night as day, but they are extremely psychic, able to smell life and death, They really don't rely much on sight.

Wuwu is in charge of taking Harry to the location where the smell of blood appears, and then Harry will determine whether there are traces of werewolves. After all, thestrals can only smell blood, and in this forest, hunting appears all the time death.

This is not an area rich in magic power, but it is still a paradise for animals. In nature, there is never a shortage of hunting and death.

"If only there was a druid."

After a whole day of searching, Harry got off Wuwu's back a little tiredly. Hagrid also misjudged the complicated situation at this time. The situation in the Forbidden Forest was different from that of the forest outside. They all appear in groups, and they all have their own fixed territories and hunting ranges. Order is the main theme of the Forbidden Forest, and it is outside.

In the ordinary forest where chickens peck each other, the situation is ten times more complicated than in the forbidden forest.

Hagrid found nothing, and Harry couldn't find any clues. Thestrals also confirmed thousands of places where bloody deaths occurred. They found some coyotes living in the forest, but they didn't find any traces related to werewolves. .

For a while, the task of finding the werewolf was in trouble. Harry and Hagrid sat around the burning bonfire, turning the barbecue in some silence.

"Does it really have to wait until the night of the full moon?"

Harry took a bite of the sizzling roast wild boar ribs viciously, and there was some frustration in his words.

"If you want to catch the prey, then don't be impatient, Harry."

Hagrid stuffed a whole roasted pork leg into his mouth, and chewed the bones with a crackling sound, "At worst, I'll go back a few days later, and I'll just go out to relax."

"You're right, Hagrid, I was impatient."

There were a few howling wolves faintly in the moonlit night, but tonight was not a full moon, and this was not the sound of the werewolf howling.

(End of this chapter)