From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Huh?"

In the dim jungle, Bertha made a sound like a sheep's barking.

The fluorescent light from the magic wand in her hand illuminates the dark land, making her careless about the darkness gradually invading around her.

The mindless Bertha, the nosy Bertha, the lost Bertha—under these titles, she is still alive and healthy, all because of the survival skills she has honed over the years.

It is not a big problem for her to survive for ten days and a half months in the easily lost forest.

The question is-‘how long have I been lost? When did you get lost? How far have I probably entered the forest? ’

Such a problem surfaced, but Bertha was quickly ignored by herself. Since when, she has become more forgetful than before.

"Let’s find the way when it’s dawn..."

She muttered, then waved her magic wand, moved the trees, and used magic to transform the soil of the clearing into dry loess, and then strengthened it. Then she took out the tent from her bag, unfolded it, and supported it with the help of magic.

Since her amnesia has become more and more obvious, this kind of tent has become the standard equipment for her vacation. Whether it is traveling on her own or in a group trip, she always has a way to lose herself. After the problem of losing herself cannot be solved, she A more effective treatment plan has been adopted, and the user experience is quite good.

"The tent is also good..."

She murmured, then got in.

The magic tent is as excellent as ever, with everything from bathroom, kitchen and bedroom.

After looking around, Bertha made a sad voice—"It's over, I forgot to put food!"

After being depressed for about five minutes, she began to clean up the tent, put it on her back, and then moved the tree back.

In theory, she should now be able to get food in the forest with her excellent hunting and gathering skills—but the **** lesson told her that if she did that, then she would most likely lose her tent and then have to Squeeze into the tree and compete with the monkeys for a place to sleep...

So Bertha, carrying the tent, set off again. Five minutes later, she got an unfortunate rabbit.

Ten minutes later, a snake that had misplaced the food chain also joined the spoils.

Fifteen minutes later, Bertha found a bunch of mushrooms, and she started to check her potion-‘it doesn’t seem to be poisonous, and I brought a dung stone, so I can drink some mushroom soup. ’

This time it is a good thing to remember to bring dung stones, which means that fruits that have not been seen before and mushrooms that grow up very randomly can also be added to the recipe.

But the misfortune of a wild boar allowed the rest of the creatures to escape.

‘Almost enough...’

She began to re-set up the camp, set up the tent, and began to use the kitchen in the tent to cook the creatures that lost her way with her. UU reading www.uukanshu.cóm

‘Merlin’s beard, salt is brought, but I don’t have spices...’

But it's not a problem, she is used to...

‘Tomorrow dawn and find a taller tree—you should be able to get around in a few days if you get lost...’

"Hello…"

The hoarse voice sounded abruptly in her ears, she turned around and looked around, and finally turned her suspicious gaze on a snake.

Subconsciously, the kitchen knife in her hand flew over.

Then she began to fumble for the position of the wand.

"Hello…"

The knife was bounced off, a hoarse voice rang, and her hand holding the wand suddenly let go-‘this snake looks... so strange? ’

"Hello, you are?"