Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 388 Uninvited Guest

As night falls, the breeze carries the aroma of pie all around.

The charcoal was burning brightly in the stove that Seamus had built, and in it lay thirty pies, half filled with venison and half with offal, which would be the breakfast and dinner for the Hogwarts team tomorrow.

Charles saw that it was almost done, so he took out some burning charcoal, put it out, sealed the stove, and heated it again the next morning.

The light from the campfire illuminated the surroundings. Many insects were flying around the fire, occasionally crashing into the fire.

Joyce sat by the campfire, holding a light gray headscarf that smelled of medicine on her head, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand, drinking it slowly in small sips.

Charles sat down next to him and asked curiously, "Are you done with your part?"

Now everyone in the cabin is busy, even Seamus and the others are helping to wash the crucible by the lake.

The pharmaceutical team assigned tasks on the first day. The ten potions were assigned to people who were good at them, with the others helping out.

Joyce replied softly, "I'm done with my work for the day. Ashford is working now. She is very proficient in that strength-enhancing potion."

"I have another potion for the fire lungs tomorrow, so I should be able to finish the whole job by the afternoon."

Charles poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip and said, "Looks like it's going well."

He didn't know how to tell whether a potion was good or bad, but he felt reassured when he saw the professionals looked confident.

Charles didn't talk too much about potions to avoid adding pressure, so he changed the subject: "What are your plans after graduating this year?"

Joyce's eyes lit up and she said expectantly, "I have a plan to go on a bad ball trip and visit potion masters all over the world."

"Mr. Slughorn agrees with my idea and is willing to help me write letters of introduction to his friends."

Charles nodded. Slughorn had come to Hogwarts from time to time to guide them a while ago.

"That's good." Charles smiled, "You will be the professor of Potions at Hogwarts in the future."

Joyce seemed to have been reminded of what was going on. Her face turned red and she turned to look the other way.

"I can't do this," she whispered. "I'm not even close."

Charles calculated that if Snape died as he remembered in his "memory", and Slughorn could hold on until the 21s, when Joyce would be around 10 years old and had studied abroad, it would not be a problem for her to return to Hogwarts.

"Huh?" Joyce turned her head and suddenly found something moving on the ground in the distance under the moonlight. "Something is coming."

"It's a big-headed hairy monster." Charles said nonchalantly after taking a sip of tea, "One just came over and ran away immediately. It seems to be going to find its companions."

Joyce didn't take it seriously, as she had learned this in her Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The big-headed hairy monster was mentioned in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It is about 30 cm tall, has a huge gray head, and has long hair on its body. When it approaches people, it will make them feel desperate.

In addition, their fighting ability is not as good as that of geese, and a child can kick them away.

It seemed that they were attracted by the delicious pie.

Charles stood up, adjusted his glasses on his nose, and turned on the night vision function.

There are quite a few big-headed hairy monsters, and they are in a large group. If we don't pay attention in advance and let them approach the wooden house, it might affect the work inside.

But with preparation, any child can beat them.

Charles didn't even take out his wand, but turned to the cabin and shouted, "Neville, if you have time, bring out two big, lively, iron-toothed kale!"

Not long after, Neville came over with two baskets, and the big iron teeth in the baskets made a clicking sound when they bit the cabbages.

These big, sharp-toothed cabbages were brought from Hogwarts and later packed into boxes and placed in the competition arena. I wonder if any students from other schools were bitten by one.

Neville asked, "What's wrong? Are there enemies?" He was sure that Charles didn't want these big, sharp-toothed cabbages to serve tea.

Charles said, "Nothing, some big hairy monsters came."

As he spoke he reached into the basket and pulled out two large steel-toothed cabbages, holding them up by the bottom without a single bite taken.

Neville said, "Let's go back inside. These cabbages are so fierce that it's easy to bite yourself."

Charles smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry, I'm here."

There is a skill to biting cabbage. He learned this from his grandfather, and it is still relevant a hundred years later.

Those big-headed hairy monsters were following the scent towards the cabin and soon reached the lake.

At this moment, a pair of killing gods descended from the sky.

A big iron tooth bites Kale. Kale is bigger than the big-headed hairy monster, and its bite force is very strong. The big gray head is like a melon seed in Kale's mouth and can't last half a second.

Suddenly, a terrified scream was heard in the darkness, like that of a rat, accompanied by a cracking sound.

The two biting cabbages were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, rushing around, biting one to pieces, and then catching up with the other.

The big-headed hairy monsters were like headless flies, running around in panic.

They are like table tennis balls. When they hit another one, they change direction. After hitting each other a few times, they find that they have run a circle and returned to the original place.

Charles and the others were speechless, but the biting cabbages didn't care about anything else and would pounce on and bite anything that moved around them.

The big-headed hairy monsters in the outer circle eventually ran away. As the number of monsters inside decreased, the number of those circling also decreased a lot. In the end, only two out of ten escaped the pursuit.

A few others ran towards Charles and the others, but were also kicked away.

Just as the night sky was quiet for a moment, a new guest arrived.

It looked like a wolf, or maybe a fox, with black smoke coming out of its body, or it was made up of a ball of smoke. It was a little bigger than the black dog that Blake had turned into, with a long and fluffy tail, and narrow and curved eyes that emitted a dark red light.

It stopped far away and lowered its head to eat the corpse of the big-headed hairy monster on the ground.

Neville swallowed and asked, "What is that? It looks a bit scary."

"I don't know." Joyce was also a little nervous. "I haven't seen it, nor have I heard of it."

Both of them sensed the danger from the unknown creature and became nervous, with their wands in their hands.

Charles frowned tightly, his intuition telling him that this guy was weird and difficult to deal with.

"You guys go back to the cabin." He took the wand in his hand as he spoke.

Joyce asked, "Do you want to call for help?"

Charles shook his head slightly and said, "No, don't stimulate it. It's best to wait for it to leave on its own."

Joyce nodded and motioned for Neville to go into the cabin with her.

After the two of them entered the wooden house and closed the door, a gust of wind blew, and the campfire swayed, flickering.

The unidentified creature seemed to be made of smoke and disappeared as soon as the wind blew.

A few beads of sweat appeared on Charles' forehead. He could feel that the thing appeared behind him at some point.

Just as he was about to turn around, a voice came: "Brother, what do you think I look like?"

(End of this chapter)