A day at Hogwarts.

Chapter 384 Should I Trade with Them?
Technology and tactics complement each other. In view of the fact that Joyce can make door keys, Charles developed a tactic for the action team to obtain supplies before the game.

This tactic is actually very simple. The supply-collecting team tries to obtain as many supplies as possible at one time, and then returns to the base as a group using the door key, puts down the supplies, and then goes out again.

Same as a mining vehicle.

"Say 'Professor Snape is a good professor.'" Charles pointed his wand at the group that had just returned.

Harry's face instantly looked as if he had eaten a pound of flies, and Ron and Hermione beside him looked the same.

"Are you crazy?" Harry muttered.

Ron also said: "He might be the fake one."

Hermione nodded repeatedly.

Charles just waved and told them to go to the cabin to unload the goods.

Harry asked him mysteriously, "Guess how many opponents I just killed."

Charles replied: "Don't guess, hurry up and work, whether we go hungry or not depends on you."

Hermione complained on the side: "Harry, this idiot, just now tried to use the Leg-Locking Curse to catch a pheasant, but the pheasant flapped its wings and flew away. The students from other schools were laughing so hard that they could hardly stand up."

Harry was extremely embarrassed now, and Charles shook his head helplessly.

Harry's group was mainly going to collect food. The tree was full of bags and a few pheasants with white feathers. It looked like they wouldn't be hungry for a while.

They put down the bags and petrified pheasants and rode the Flying Birch Tree in another direction.

Charles opened the bag and looked through it. There was bread, vegetables, beans, olive oil, tea, drinks and condiments.

More than an hour later, Harry and his friends came back. In addition to catching a few more chickens, this time they also brought back some bacon.

During this period, the other two groups also returned many times and seemed to have brought back a lot of things.

"Are you taking action?"

Charles saw that Harry's face was dark, Ron's hair was afro and he was grinning foolishly, but Hermione was safe and sound.

"These two idiots..." Hermione looked helpless, "I told them to be careful of traps, but they didn't listen."

Charles was plucking the pheasant while saying, "We are not playing games now. If we are not careful, someone could die. Just now, a student from the magic school almost died."

Harry and Ron really treated this match as a game, and only became serious when they heard that someone almost died.

Charles continued, "There are still a lot of supplies in the venue, so the competition is not that intense. There will be more and more conflicts in the next two days."

At this time, the last group of people this afternoon came back. Neville had black eyes, but he looked very excited. He probably won the fight.

Charles raised his wand and cast a spell towards the sky. A large amount of white mist spurted out from the tip of the wand, and soon covered the base of Hogwarts and the surrounding lake and birch forest.

In the audience seats outside the stadium, the Durmstrang audience immediately started talking, because from the way Charles waved his wand just now, it seemed that this was the spell of their school.

On the other side, Lupin said to Dumbledore: "Charles knows a lot of foreign spells."

Professor Baburin said: "He has many friends abroad."

Dumbledore remained silent. He had already guessed who had taught Charles the spell.

Professor Baburin asked again in confusion: "Why didn't he use this magic earlier?"

Lupin replied: "Maybe they have some plans."

In fact, Charles didn't have any plans. He just felt that the setting sun was shining on his face, which was dazzling. Today's pheasant was similar to the duck stew he made for Ruby that day. He fried the diced onions and pheasant meat with oil until they were fragrant, and then fried the chopped carrots. Then he added water and beans to the pot, and finally added some salt and spices to simmer slowly.

Preparing meals for fifteen people is not an easy task, and Charles is very busy.

Dinner was pheasant stewed with carrots, beans and bread, plus a clear soup made with chicken offal and vegetables. It was great to be able to do this under the current conditions.

Everyone was eating now after having a big breakfast and were already very hungry. Everyone thought that Charles' cooking skills were great.

Dinner was also meeting time, and everyone reported on their work for the day.

Joyce said worriedly, "This year's competition requires the preparation of medicines to treat ten diseases, and now 80% of the herbs have been collected."

Harry gnawed on the chicken neck and said, "Then let's go get the remaining herbs tonight."

The other members of the action team nodded in unison.

At this time, Ashford said anxiously: "I am worried that there are no herbs we need in the competition venue, or that the ones we need have been taken away by others."

Only medicinal material points and food points are marked on the map. I don’t know what exactly is there, so I can only rely on luck and steal more.

Others thought the same and became worried.

Percy thought about it seriously and said, "I think the other three schools will also encounter the same problem. Why don't we trade with them?"

Everyone was shocked by this bold idea, but it made sense if you think about it carefully.

Cedric nodded and said, "I think this method is feasible. Although there are certain risks, the benefits are greater."

Although doing so may allow other schools to gain points that they might otherwise lose, that is only a possibility, and losing points is a foregone conclusion.

There is another possibility, Ashford said: "What if we lose in the end because we help others?"

Percy stopped talking. If Hogwarts lost because of this, he would be held responsible first.

He participated in the competition to gain reputation for his future entry into the Ministry of Magic. He did not seek to make any achievements but to avoid making any mistakes, so he did not insist on his own idea at the last moment.

Cedric insisted on his own idea and said firmly: "We can't pin our hopes on the mistakes of others, but we must ask ourselves to do better."

"As long as we try our best, I believe that others will not be able to defeat us unless they make mistakes."

Qiu Zhang also said cautiously: "I think so too. Do your best and don't pin your hopes on your opponent making mistakes."

Joyce was a little unsure which side to support. Both sides made sense and she was also hesitant.

Charles ate quietly and watched their discussion, and the differences between them were clearly evident.

After dinner, the discussion was fruitless and the action team members worked overtime.

Charles walked outside into the birch forest, poked a hole in the tree trunk, inserted a tube, and at the other end of the tube was a large beer mug on the ground.

Joyce walked from the dark woods to the light ball above Charles' head and asked curiously, "Are you getting birch sap?"

Charles answered as he worked: "Yeah, it's the season now, let's get everyone something to drink."

Spring comes late in the north, and now is spring, which is the perfect season for collecting birch sap.

After Charles finished the work of extracting birch sap, he moved the tree to the mirror space and returned to the campfire to continue boiling water for tea. Joyce sat down opposite him and looked like she had something to say.

(End of this chapter)