Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 217 Writing a Letter
It is indeed charming.

With a flick of the tail, it hit the ground, and there was an explosion sound. Sparks splashed everywhere, and the walls of the maze were protected by magic. The sparks fell and went out in the blink of an eye.

But the roads in the maze were not protected and were scorched black.

Although its abdomen cannot be seen, there are obvious protruding armor spines on its shell. This is a male fried-tailed snail.

Follow Harry closer.

The Blast-tailed snail finally found him, and rushed towards him brutally, but its irregular feet gave it an extremely fast crawling speed, and its tail was puffing, puffing with sparks, pushing it forward every time. Great distance.

Sensitivity that doesn't match the size.

In the blink of an eye, it was in front of it, and it raised its tail, breathing out flames ferociously.

Harry dodged sideways, and with a wave of his hand, put Quinn on himself.

The temperature of the flame was very high, almost as ferocious as a carbon fire. It stirred up a layer of heat waves that twisted the air, and he could feel the heat waves burning his face even if he was separated from Kunn.

One attack won't work.

The snail was even more angry. It raised its tail and whipped it fiercely. The venom from the barb splashed on the ground, and with a snort, it corroded a shallow pit on the scorched ground, and a layer of light gray air waves floated up.

Harry looked in surprise.

Strong corrosive venom, which is scarce in his current collection, Hagrid has really bred an incredible creature.

He waved his wand.

With two sounds, the vines flew over and lifted the creature up.

But it is a creature bred with "Hagrid's aesthetics" as the standard. It exists to interpret the word "violent". The vines cannot bind it, and the thorns on the carapace move like sawtooth, cutting the vines in the blink of an eye. go half way.

Harry waved his wand again.

The rest of the vine's texture turned into steel in a blink of an eye.

The sawtooth on the carapace "creaked and creaked", making a piercing, sharp sound, sparks splashed, and it was not in vain, its thorns quickly smoothed out, but in the blink of an eye the carapace squirmed, and new thorns appeared.

Although the steel is hard, it is worn away bit by bit.

With a few swooshes, more vines flew over and turned into steel, binding it tightly.

Harry made a second conclusion in his mind.

An extremely strong shell that regenerates quickly.

This is a kind of material that has not been recorded in any illustrated book, which materials can be used and which ones cannot be used, and how to dissect it so as not to damage the parts that may be useful, all this requires Harry to think slowly.

Currently, the snail is a very rare creature.

although
At the beginning of school, Hagrid could take out several boxes, but in the process of growing up, some accidents were inevitable, and this creature had a habit of attacking its companions.

In Hagrid's hands, there were only ten of them.

Harry aimed at the Blast-Ended Whelk and uttered the spell: "Stunned!"

bang—

Once the carapace shrank, it easily bounced off the spell.

No less than dragon skin's ability to resist magic.

Harry was even more surprised. He waved his wand and took out a bottle of death water from the Sorting Hat. The two vines spread out and turned into a pair of hands. They forcibly opened the mouth of the snail, and roughly stuffed the potion into it.

Almost blinking, it fell asleep without any resistance.

Potion resistance of this creature is somewhat mediocre.

Harry put on dragonskin gloves, took out a dagger, thought about it and stuffed it back in. It might be difficult for ordinary daggers to cut through the shell of the snail, and take out the Gryffindor sword.

outside the maze.

Ludo's voice was sharp and he stomped anxiously: "What is Mr. Potter doing!"

"God, what the hell is he doing?"

"With such a big lead, he didn't rush to find the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament, but instead studied creatures like blast-tailed snails?"

"I remember Blast-end snails were part of this year's Hogwarts study on protecting magical creatures?"

"Mr. Potter should have had many contacts with it."

Maxim and Karkaroff frowned.

In the audience, Beauxbaton and Durmstrang's relatives and friends broke out into a burst of boos.

Home shady!

After Ludo finished speaking, his face turned pale, and he realized that he had made a slip of the tongue and said something extraordinary.

Every Triwizard Tournament has "professor's insignificant help", but it will never and cannot be brought to the table.

"Mr. Bagman, I think you have misunderstood something." Dumbledore coughed lightly, and cast the "loud voice" spell on himself, "The snail is indeed a study on the protection of magical creatures at Hogwarts this year. content."

"But it has nothing to do with Mr. Potter."

"I think you must have forgotten Mr. Potter's age because of the existence of Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour."

"He's only 15 years old, and he's in fourth grade. They used to take care of them for about a month when they were pups, but to be fair, the snails will only be cared for by students in grades [-] and [-] after they enter the adult stage. .”

"And I assure you, I assure you, in private, Professor Hagrid has absolutely never told Mr. Potter any information about the bomb-end snails."

Of course Hagrid didn't say anything.

Before the second round of projects, he was deeply involved in "unilateral broken love" and couldn't extricate himself. After Harry comforted him, he was deeply involved in learning English and writing papers.

Fried tail snails?
It wasn't until Dumbledore mentioned it that Hagrid showed an expression of "too bad I didn't tell Harry about the weakness of the snail in advance" after realizing it.

Flitwick leaned over and lowered his voice: "Did you really not tell Harry? He has been with you all this time."

"I forgot." Hagrid was ashamed. "Harry has been teaching me to read and write papers. We don't have many opportunities to chat."

Flitwick tilted his head back and looked at him with strange eyes: "So it wasn't you who imprisoned Harry, but Harry who imprisoned you?"

Hagrid was startled, and nodded sadly.

Flitwick looked at him, his eyes turning pity.

Not far away, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout also cast the same look, only Snape sneered—listen, how incredible it is that a Hogwarts professor wants to learn from himself mother tongue.

Ludo was still stomping.

He only hated that his own voice could not be heard.

Hurry up!

Mr. Potter, please hurry up, it took only 5 minutes to walk out of two alleys, and there is still nearly four-fifths of the distance to the top three trophy.

At this rate, it will take more than 10 minutes.

The money I earn will decrease.

In the maze.

Harry took his time dissecting the wreck.

The glass vessel was still able to hold its venom, and besides that, he didn't let go of the heart, bone spurs, and carapace. In the end, only a piece of useless flesh remained on the ground.

He kept walking.

I also encountered a lot of creatures, but I didn't see rare ones like fried-tailed snails.

Red Hood, Boggart, Troll.
They are all common creatures in the Forbidden Forest. The Ministry of Magic seemed to be a bit lazy when building the maze, and didn't bring too many magical creatures unique to other regions from other places.

The only special creature encountered is the Tebo warthog, a magical creature that can only appear in Africa.

This made Harry very dissatisfied.

However, keeping Ludo's orders in mind, he just shaved Tebo Warthog's hair, took a catty of blood at random, and let it go.

This tall creature, as timid as Fangya, fled in a panic and disappeared in the blink of an eye-this is its unique magical ability, which can make it invisible when encountering danger or fighting.

Its blood is one of the important ingredients for boiling invisibility potions.

Although many wizards often use its skin to make body armor, or bucklers and the like, Harry has dragon skins and harvests the carapace of snails, so there is no need for its skin.

After he went deep into the maze and walked through a straight and narrow path, he finally saw a very interesting creature.

A lion with the head of a woman.

Judging from its body shape and the long mane on its chest, there is no doubt that its gender is "male".

Sphinx.

An ancient, powerful creature.

"The first little wizard." It spoke, a woman's head, spit out a hoarse and deep male voice, "When you see me, it means you are very close to the target."

"You can find your way again."

"You can also choose the fastest way, which is to pass by me."

It got up from the ground and blocked the road completely: "You may have heard the legend of the Sphinx. If you want to pass me, you have to guess my riddle."

"Only one chance."

"If you don't guess right, I'll pounce on you. Of course, I won't kill you. Before I bite you to death, I will declare the failure of your project."

"If you guess right, I'll let you go."

outside the maze.

Ludo stepped on the stool, raised his hand, and glanced at the time.

Although he wasted some time at the snail, Harry only made two or three wrong turns on the road ahead, and he easily dealt with the creatures blocking the way.

It's only been 13 minutes now.

His voice became more excited: "The audience may not be clear, but I can tell you that the distance between Mr. Potter and the top three trophies is only one Sphinx."

"This magical creature from West Asia is famous for guessing riddles and embarrassing passers-by."

"But we all know that Mr. Potter is very talented in solving puzzles!"

"For the second round of the golden egg puzzle, he only took one day."

"It can almost be said that Mr. Porter has already won the top three trophy."

His face was extremely ugly.

Karkaroff and Maxim curled their lips, and even Dumbledore was a little displeased - he always hated this kind of person who is dominated by desire, but cannot control desire.

The three magic schools, as well as Gryffindor and Slytherin, all united to boo Ludo.

But these disdainful voices didn't affect him in any way, his voice was still excited, and there seemed to be a clear and pleasant sound of Galleon's collision in the sound: "Let's take a look at Miss Delacour and Mr. Krum again. "

"They have good ideas."

"It's just that the maze is very dangerous. Only strong enough warriors can come and go freely in the maze. It's been 13 minutes, and they haven't been able to explore the way."

"Perhaps, after they have worked so hard and finally set up the trap, they may find that Mr. Potter has walked out of the maze with the top three trophy and became the final winner."

And, he wanted a lot of Galleons.

In the maze, the Sphinx lay down lazily and lay down again. It hadn't sensed any danger from the little wizard yet: "How about it, little wizard, have you made your choice?"

Harry said slowly: "Well, I'll give you the debut title first."

Sphinx tilted his head to look at him with a pitiful expression.

"You said, is it the wand that hurts you?" Harry raised his wand and the Gryffindor sword with the other hand, "Or the sword hurts you."

Sphinx flinched.

It immediately stood up furiously, bowed and pointed at Harry, its whip-like tail quietly drooped, and the tip of the tail brushed the ground.

Danger!

The little wizard, who was obviously harmless to humans and animals just now, has become extremely dangerous at this moment.

What's with those eyes?

Harry poked the Gryffindor sword back into the sorting hat, and pulled out the snake bone sword: "If you don't like that sword, I have another sword for you to choose."

Senbai's bone sword exudes a penetrating aura.

The Sphinx took two steps back, staring at the sword in disbelief and amazement: "Is this made of basilisk bones?"

As a creature of West Asia, the Sphinx is very familiar with the basilisk.

The first basilisk was born in that area of ​​West Asia - the inventor of the basilisk, a famous black wizard in history, the despicable Hypor is an ancient Greek wizard.

"My second-year trophy." Harry said calmly.

The Sphinx took another few steps back.

It is a very dangerous creature, comparable to a basilisk.
Bigger than the gap between Red Hat and it.

The basilisk doesn't answer its riddles, it just thinks how to swallow it in one gulp.

"By the way, I'm in fourth grade." Harry kindly reminded it.

The Sphinx was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his paw and slapped it: "Congratulations, little wizard, the correct answer to the puzzle I'm about to solve is "this year's fourth grade", and you have already learned to rush to answer!"

"I'll let you pass now."

It stood up, straightened its front legs, and made as wide a passage as possible.

Harry didn't rush away, stared at the trembling hind legs of the Sphinx, and said thoughtfully: "I remember, the heart of a Sphinx is a good potion material?"

"No, you can't!" Sphinx stared round and shook his head in panic, "Your Ministry of Magic said it would protect my safety."

"This is going to cause big problems!"

Harry was still watching him.

Outside the maze, Ludo and the Ministry of Magic officials couldn't sit still.

Are we going to repeat the tragedy of the first round?

Even if they rushed in now, there was no time to stop him.

"Forget it, I promised Mr. Bagman." Harry sighed.

Inside and outside the maze, several creatures heaved a sigh of relief.

"But we can leave a contact information?" Harry asked enthusiastically. He waved his wand, and the parchment and quill in the sorting hat flew out, and wrote a string of addresses, which floated into the Sphinx's mane. Time to get in touch."

The Sphinx smiled dryly.

Harry stepped past it and continued walking inside.

When the Sphinx fell to the ground, its hind legs couldn't support it long ago, and it all relied on a belief in survival.

　4K~, nothing tonight, I will work hard tomorrow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)