Chapter 367
: Puppet Red Hat
Chapter 367: Puppet Red Hat
Professor Abigail described her idea in detail.
"I don't want to use a model or a textbook to teach this knowledge. It is important to learn how to deal with dangerous magical creatures. If they learn carelessly, I am worried that my students will not be able to cope with danger in the future."
"In fact, if it's just one or two, I can still get them. But Defense Against the Dark Arts shouldn't be conducted in a safe classroom, with students watching and challenging frightened dark creatures."
"You have to learn how to deal with those enemies who suddenly attack from the shadows, from the soil, from the branches. They may even suddenly emerge from the closet when you are getting ready for bed!"
"In nature, few battles are fought with full preparation. Danger always comes when people think they are safe."
"But if this is really done, I'm afraid that after one class, only half of my students will be left, and McGonagall will definitely be mad..."
Professor Abigail's mouth twitched. What frightened her was obviously not the "half-reduction" of the student body, but Professor McGonagall's anger.
"So I want to ask you to order a batch of puppets. It would be best if they have the appearance, aggressiveness, and insidious character of these creatures, but they don't have such strong lethality..."
"——A puppet?" Wade lowered his head in thought.
"Yes, I can give you this number for each puppet!"
Professor Abigail held up five fingers and said with a painful look on her face:
"This is the maximum amount that the school and I can apply for, and I added some myself..."
Wei De looked at her expression and suddenly smiled.
"It doesn't matter how much it costs, just give me the cost price. Making this kind of puppet is also a learning process for me."
Professor Abigail was very happy: "So, you agree?"
"Of course - what do you need?"
"First, the Red Hat and Kaba, then the Evil Spirit. I have detailed information here..."
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Wade returned to the dormitory with a stack of papers and saw Phil still standing in front of the mirror.
"Mr. Gray is out of school."
When Phil saw Wade, he immediately stood up and saluted.
"Please sit down, Phil." Wade sat cross-legged on the furry carpet and looked at Liu Jing: "Has Ava not sent the letter yet?"
"Yes, she kept your instructions in mind. The important thing is observation."
Phil said, "It was 7:30 in the morning when Miss Ava arrived, but the subject had already started working. She helped prepare food at the Muggle restaurant. After lunch, she changed to another store to help clean up. This is her third job now."
In the mirror, Miss Wolf was selling various small commodities and flags outside a football field with a box hanging on her chest.
Phil said: "The target of the observation is working very hard, and no strange people approach her."
Wade said "hmm", turned around and took out a lot of alchemical materials from the closet space, knocked them with his wand, and various substances flew and combined, some stretched, some deformed, and some twisted.
Permanent Transfiguration is always particularly useful when used to create objects.
A moment later, a small statue appeared in the center of the room.
This is a red hat. It looks like a goblin, with a long white beard, a pointed hooked nose and a pair of vicious red eyes. It wears a scarlet hat on its head, as if it was dyed with blood. It has sharp eagle claws on its hands and a pair of iron boots on its feet.
Phil stared at the mirror and turned his eyes from time to time, curiously looking at this very lifelike guy. But at this time, the puppet Red Hat could not move or speak, it was just a shell, and Wade needed to create more features for it.
It likes to hide in the dark and attack humans from behind with a large wooden club.
It can run very fast, making a thudding sound while running, which can be spotted immediately by an alert person; so it will remain quiet before a sneak attack.
It will also use its sharp claws to attack people's necks or eyes. If attacked, it will make sharp and high-pitched calls to call its companions.
Finally, it has a weakness; spells or incantations can scare it and cause it to flee quickly.
One after another, rays of magical light fell on the red-hatted puppet, as if infusing it with soul; its boots, hat, and the wooden stick in its hand all emitted a faint light, and around its body were layers of magic circles.
Phil stared at Liu Jing intently, not daring to look back.
He was afraid that if he turned around, he would be attracted by this wonderful scene and even forget to continue his task.
Phil frowned and looked at Claire in the mirror seriously.
It took the girl a long time to sell most of the items in the box. She folded the box and stuffed it into her backpack, put away her purse, drank some water from the tap on the street, bought a large bag of bread from the store, and took a late bus home.
It was a slum near the church. The old and dilapidated buildings exuded a decadent atmosphere. None of the windows had intact glass. The ground nearby was littered with garbage, and the walls were covered with colorful graffiti and obscene words.
Two men smoking on the street saw Claire and immediately surrounded her with ill intentions. But when they saw the girl's face clearly, they hurriedly pretended not to see her and ran away.
Claire ignored all this and quickly ran into a building with her backpack on her back. The elevator had long been turned into a garbage dump, so she walked up the narrow stairs.
Ava couldn't follow Claire into the building, so she flew outside for a while and finally found Claire's whereabouts, then flew over and landed at the window.
In a relatively intact room, there lay a dirty bearded man, his body wrapped in many bandages, with blood faintly visible underneath the bandages.
"I'm back, Fatos!" Claire ran in and asked, "How is the wound? Does it still hurt?"
"It's OK. The potion you brought back yesterday is very effective."
The man on the bed sat up with difficulty and asked, "Did you have a smooth day? Did you encounter any troubles?"
"No, everything is fine, I make a lot of money."
Claire said as she pulled a relatively clean piece of cloth to cover the bed, then placed the bread she had bought on top and they both began to eat voraciously.
They ate in a very ferocious manner, not elegantly at all. A piece of bread the size of a fist disappeared from their mouths in less than a few seconds.
Claire licked the crumbs on her hands and said, "I think--"
"No!" Fatos interrupted her directly.
"I just--"
"Don't go!"
"But--"
"If Will has returned to Diagon Alley and he didn't come to find us, then this is his attitude and you don't need to look for him again; if he hasn't come back, then you don't need to - what did you bring back?"
Fatos suddenly turned his head, and his fierce eyes seemed to be looking at Phil through the mirror!
(End of this chapter)