In a few weeks, these Blast-Ended Skrewts started developing a kind of thick, grayish, shiny armor.
This armor was covered with hard thorns and gradually covered their whole body.
They looked like a cross between giant scorpions and elongated crabs that would emit liquid from its tail.
A flame explosion will push them a few yards in the opposite direction and burn the careless student.
Evan secretly tested that the skrewts’ magic resistance was very strong, and the carapace could resist many low-level spells.
These traits were inherited from the Manticore, and they also inherited its aggressiveness.
Talking about the Manticore, it’s important to say that after several detailed inquiries, Evan finally knew the exact location of the creature Hagrid had talked about.
Thinking of the mysterious temple covered by mud and built by the ancient warlock, he could not wait to go there to explore it.
Whether it was to pay tribute to the ancient relics or to discover the secrets of the evil spirits, it was worthwhile to go there. And the sooner the better; he shouldn’t delay it too much.
Although there was a dangerous Manticore, which was indeed big trouble, Evan had a way to deal with it. He had already known about its habits from Hagrid and was ready.
Moreover, with the presence of a powerful guy like Caresius, security could be guaranteed.
Of course, Evan would naturally not be trusting of Caresius. But this powerful vampire was now his ally. He kept his secrets, did not expose his infiltration into Hogwarts as Moody, and helped him fulfill Voldemort’s mission.
In return, Caresius should be able to help Evan deal with a magical creature. Caresius was a free bodyguard, not for nothing.
If it had been before they became allies, Evan would have never dared to do this, going on an expedition accompanied by a vampire. He certainly would not have wanted to have a threat behind him while facing another….
But now there was no scruple, not that Evan trusted the vampire’s assurance, but he believed in the power of magic. After an in-depth communication that day, Evan and Caresius concluded an equal alliance magic contract. If he was to violate it, Caresius would pay a great price.
On the weekend of the third week after school, Evan arrived early to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to wait.
Half an hour later, Moody limped over with a crutch and a parcel in his hand.
He was very alert, his magical eyes swiftly rotating to make sure no one was following him.
“Kid, we’d better meet less now!” said Moody with a rough voice, looking at Evan discontentedly.
“Of course, but I think, our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor should not mind giving his best student some extra tutoring after class, should he?!” said Evan, looking at him, “Have you brought everything I asked for?”
“Here it is!” said Moody, dissatisfied, shaking the package in his hand, his eyes twitching, which made his face look more skewed than usual, “After-school tutoring?! According to the progress of my course, you should now practice resisting the damned Imperius Curse instead of exploring inside the Forbidden forest and provoking whatever Manticore!”
“I can already break this Curse. Your course schedule is not suitable for me, and it doesn’t make any sense for me to follow it.” replied Evan, “Okay, we’d better hurry up. I found a helper to help us save time.”
“What, There’s someone else…” Before he had finished, he stopped abruptly.
He saw that Evan was pulling a Hippogriff out of the bushes with a leather collar around its neck.
“Meet Buckbeak!” said Evan with ease.
Buckbeak turned his big, pointed head, and his raging orange eyes glared at Caresius, the fake Moody.
After Evan had saved Buckbeak last term, Hagrid had been keeping it around his hut.
As one of the additional conditions for the acquittal of Buckbeak, the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures required Hagrid to ensure that Buckbeak would harm nobody. Therefore, he had to leave the Hippogriff beside him. It could be seen that Hagrid was actually very willing to do so.
Buckbeak was now very close to Evan, who once rode it into the Acromantulas’ territory.
The swamp deep in the Forbidden Forest was far away from here, and Evan and Caresius couldn’t leave the castle for too long to avoid any unwanted attention.
With the help of Buckbeak, there was naturally no problem. It would take them about half an hour to get there.
Urged by Evan, Caresius reluctantly communicated with Buckbeak and then turned over and sat on its back.
He had not taken the Polyjuice Potion for an hour, and his appearance changed as soon as he sat on it. The scars on his face gradually disappeared and his skin became pale and smooth.
His incomplete nose became long and narrow, and his long gray hair shortened and turned black. Suddenly, with a snap, the wooden leg fell aside, and a real leg grew out. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Then the magical eye jumped out of its socket, and a real wine-red eye took its place.
The magical eye fell into the hand of Caresius, and it was still rolling around.
He has now returned to the image in Evan’s memory, a pale and handsome face with a trace of evil.
With some contempt in his eyes, there was tremendous power in the gestures of his hands and feet.
“Hurry up!” urged Caresius. “It would be stupid to be found out here!”
Evan hurriedly climbed up and sat in front of Caresius.
Buckbeak’s twelve-foot wings spread out beside them and flew high.
The wings were constantly stirring, countless green branches and leaves are rapidly retreating backward, and Hogwarts castle is shrinking rapidly.
Buckbeak flew very fast, and after crossing the broad and soft sea of trees, Evan soon saw the Centaur’s colony on the hill.
Because the last time it was late at night, Evan now saw the whole image of the Centaur’s colony for the first time.
Rows of low wooden huts lined up neatly, stretching from all directions to the central huge Temple of the Moon.
Buckbeak did not pass through the Centaurs’ colony. There was magic in it to protect and prevent all flying creatures from approaching. Evan knew that it was the great magic carved at the top of the Temple of the Moon.
That magic could absorb the power of the stars and run as a magic supplement to protect the entire temple.
Buckbeak gave a low cry, bypassing the Centaurs’ colony, and turned in one direction, flying over the other side of the hill.
Below, the trees were thinning out, replaced by a large swamp wetland with no end at sight.
The surface and subsoil of the marshes were excessively moist, producing many unique wetland and swamp plants.
Although it was still daytime, there was a thin mist of unknown source.
It pervaded the marshes, adding a mystery to the place.
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