Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

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 an ultra-retro, large leather handbag that looks rustic.

Although it is not made of dragon leather, after decades, the leather that is still delicate and supple 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 movement inside.

You can't expect a small cloth bag to really hold a grumpy fire dragon after casting the No Trace Stretch Curse, right? The rag bag will be torn apart instantly if the dragon moves casually. Under normal circumstances, the space expanded by the No Trace Stretch Curse will not hold living creatures that can jump around, unless the material passes the test and can withstand manufacturing.

The interior space of this 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 rushed to Hagrid’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 Hagrid's favorite, "Choose four little ones to come with you, we're going to find the werewolves."

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 he didn't see any sound from it, and four other Thestrals followed him out of the group and walked 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 the Thestrals to stick their heads in at most, but miraculously, five Thestrals were easily put into it. Harry poked his head and took a look inside. The Thestrals inside were lying lazily on the ground at the moment, and there was 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, and then jumped onto Hagrid's shoulder. Its powerful claws tightly clasped Hagrid's leather jacket. Its slender tail feathers hung down and swayed in front of Harry, as if signaling Harry to grab its tail.

The phoenix's tail feathers felt unusually smooth and tough, and a body-warming heat flow passed from the palm of Harry's hand to his body. Fox ignited a raging fire, enveloping two figures, one big and one small, in an instant. The flames disappeared in a whirl, leaving only a group of thestrals looking curiously at the place where they disappeared.

The vortex of rapidly spinning flames made Harry dizzy. The temperature of the flames enveloping him rose quite a bit at this moment. It might take a few seconds, or maybe half a minute. After a thin layer of sweat was formed on his forehead, the swirling flames suddenly disappeared, and a strange forest broke into Harry's eyes.

Fox crossed an unknown distance and sent him and Hagrid to the Cairngorm Mountains. Such a long distance is a place that apparation cannot reach. Maybe the Portkey can do it, but apparation is more suitable for short-distance travel. Traveling too long will bring a great burden to the wizard and increase the possibility of dissociative syndrome.

After bringing Hagrid and Harry, who were not too small, here from Hogwarts, Fox was also a little tired. He let out a soft cry, then flapped his wings and took off, landing 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 rolled over on Wuwu's back. Although it had the strongest physique among thestrals, that was because of its large frame. The skinny Wuwu was a little uncomfortable when sitting up, but it didn't matter, Harry's flesh was thick.

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.

The second highest mountain in England, Ben McDuey, 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. Werewolves obviously do not appear in places where Muggles are infested. Although Fenrir also likes human flesh and blood when he is not a werewolf, he does not like Muggles.

Harry's eyesight was excellent, at least much better than the Thestrals beneath him. Thestrals' eyesight was not bad, and they even saw night as day. But compared to their extremely psychic counterparts, who could smell life and death, they really didn't rely much on eyesight.

Wu Wu was in charge of taking Harry to the location where the smell of blood appeared, and then Harry determined whether there were traces of werewolves. After all, thestrals could only smell blood, and in this forest, there was death accompanying hunting all the time.

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 the forest outside. The top predators appeared in groups in the Forbidden Forest. They all had their own fixed territories and hunting ranges. Order was the main theme of the Forbidden Forest, while 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. The 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.