The man behind Hogwarts

The Potter's Warthog is a light gray magical animal that is common in Africa, especially the Congo and Zaire in Africa, where it is said that there are many Potter's Warthogs.

Porter's warthog has two very distinctive characteristics:

First, they can become invisible.

They are born with this instinct, just like wizards have natural Animagus; invisibility is the instinct of Potter's warthog.

When they are invisible, ordinary magic cannot detect them, so this creature is quite dangerous to both ordinary people and wizards.

Second, their skin is thick and strong.

Creatures like warthogs are inherently very thick-skinned animals, and this is how they are in the world of ordinary people.

They have manes on their backs and four tusks. They are generally aggressive and have strong reproductive capabilities. Also, they are generally vegetarian.

The magical creature-Potter's warthog can be said to be a fully enhanced version of the warthog.

Because of the above characteristics, the Ministry of Magic rated its danger level as XXXX, the same level as the troll.

"Tata."

The sound of Potter's warthog running was heard constantly, now to the left and now to the right, now forward and now behind.

Maybe it knew that Hagrid was not easy to mess with, so it stayed around and snooped around.

As for William on the tree, he ignored it for the time being. After all, although he was fierce, he couldn't climb trees.

"William, is there any way to make it visible?"

"Let me try."

He took out his magic wand, thought for a while, and tentatively chanted a spell: "The trace appears!"

The magic power wrapped around the surface material on the whip, and then countless fluorescent lights lit up on the ground, surrounding Hagrid in a large circle.

"No, its footsteps are too dense, and its current location cannot be seen."

One spell didn't work, so I tried two more anti-invisibility spells.

The results were unsatisfactory.

"It should be resistant to some spells."

William sat calmly on the tree and asked: "Hagrid, if it is really Potter's warthog, what should we do? Kill it, or leave it alone?"

"You can't kill them, you can't kill them." Hagrid said hurriedly: "The Potter warthogs have a very docile temperament. They are very cute. They can be trained and raised here."

William smiled lightly. After spending a long time with Hagrid, he was somewhat immune to his words.

Not all vegetarian animals are docile.

"The four-X level Potter warthog is cute, I'm afraid only Hagrid thinks so."

"But...this thing is really cute...are you here to help me complete my mission?"

He jumped down from the tree, "Okay, let's catch it and train it."

Put away the wand again, walk to the tree with the whip, and observe the fluorescence formed by the 'Tracking Spell'.

Tata.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps in my ears, and then I felt a strong wind coming.

William took a step back and swung the long whip in front of nothing, and then the long whip automatically spun around and formed a loop.

The lasso formed a circle in the air. Although nothing could be seen inside, William knew that he had trapped it.

"Got you!"

He grabbed the long whip and pulled it back hard, and a huge reverse force came from the other end of the collar.

"William, did you catch it?" Hagrid stepped forward. It couldn't see the Potter warthog, it could only see William fighting with the air.

He doesn't care, he is ready to help.

William shouted: "Wait a minute Hagrid, let me test my strength with it."

Since arriving at Hogwarts, he has never used his full physical strength. When he encountered this thing tonight, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Hold the long whip tightly, stand firm with your feet in front of one another, and lean back slightly.

The strength of this Potter warthog is indeed not small, even William's physique cannot defeat it immediately.

A slightly high-pitched cry came from the other end of the collar.

Now both of them discovered the Potter's warthog's legs.

Not only the sound, but also soil splashing on the ground, as if a hoe was digging; obviously it was also struggling with all its strength.

The end of the whip is the immovable William, and the other end of the whip is the invisible opponent Potter the Warthog.

When Hagrid saw this scene, not only was he not nervous, but he was grinning.

Cross your hands on your chest and stand three meters away from them, like a referee, looking here and there.

"Hagrid, draw a line in the middle."

"What line?"

"Draw a line in the middle of the whip, a tug-of-war kind of line. Have you ever played tug-of-war?"

Hagrid scratched his head, wondering what kind of sport tug-of-war was.

Although he didn't know what tug of war was, he understood what William meant; he picked up a stone and walked towards the middle of the whip.

Potter's warthog was entangled in the head. It was very panicked and struggled hard out of instinct. However, William's strength was different from ordinary people. Although it tried its best to retreat, it only made a few holes in the ground and moved its position. Not moved.

Self-stalemate.

Potter's warthog saw Hagrid picking up stones and was horrified.

I had experienced this huge thing before. It was so powerful that I was pushed over with one palm. When I saw it coming towards me again, I was so shocked that my liver and gallbladder burst.

He struggled harder and harder.

It was frightened by the two people in front of it, and now it didn't dare to challenge them anymore, it just wanted to escape.

The whip came with great force, and William immediately noticed it and hurriedly clenched it with both hands.

Potter's warthog suddenly struggled just now, and he was almost accidentally pulled away from his hand.

"As expected of a pig in the magical world, so strong."

Little did he know that Potter's warthog was also frightened: "As expected of a thing in the forest, small in stature, but so strong."

"The huge thing next to it is even more incredible. It scares the hell out of a pig!"

Hagrid stood in the middle of the tug-of-war and made two gestures with his fingers before drawing a straight line on the ground.

Looking around, he seemed to have discovered something. He took out a piece of cloth with no purpose from his pocket and tied it in the middle of the long whip.

"Well done Hagrid, you've learned tug of war without a teacher!"

William laughed heartily. If his hands were not occupied, he would have given him a thumbs up. Hagrid is so cute.

Hagrid laughed twice.

"Come on William!"

Well, there are also cheerleaders.

A warm smile appeared on his face, and then he gritted his teeth. William tightly grasped the whip with both hands and pulled it back hard. The muscles of his arms under the clothes were knotted and veins popped out.

Both sides have used their full strength.

Just like the tips of needles facing each other, they refuse to give in to each other.

Fortunately, this vine whip was of a different species and had been cultivated by William, otherwise it would have been broken into two pieces long ago.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The strip of cloth tied to Hagrid's whip had crossed the middle line on the ground at some point and ran to William's side.

Potter's warthog makes a high-pitched cry.

It no longer dares to move its four hooves. It knows that if it lifts a foot, it will be pulled over.

So beneath it, four hooves dug four deep holes in the ground.

Suddenly, William made a muffled sound.

The hand that grabbed the whip suddenly pulled, and the whip made a crisp sound:

"Snapped!"

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