Chapter 140 Everything Is Difficult at the Beginning

Making a game of war chess is not so easy.

The first is the broomstick, a prop that allows people to fly, which will make the entire three-dimensional map look like that.

Anton took the initiative to undertake research in this area.

He has been studying all things about flying recently, combining work and rest, and he is full of motivation in an instant.

The twins are responsible for drawing all the maps, Hogwarts, the Black Lake, the Forbidden Forest, the mountains outside Hogwarts.

Delicate and fantasy-loving Hannah is in charge of all the scriptwriting, she needs to make everything seem reasonable and not touch the sensitive line of the school too much.

Neville was in charge of going to the library to look up information about activation magic. He also suggested writing to his uncle. Longbottom had his own wizard chess factory, and maybe he could get some help.

In this way, everyone got busy.

"flight……"

Anton stared closely at the sub-dragon species on the console.

The subdragon held an earthworm in its mouth, looked at Anton with a strange expression in fear, and quietly swallowed the earthworm.

bark.

Seeing that Anton didn't make any movement, he moved his head little by little, and quickly picked up an earthworm from the plate.

Slowly, swallowed again.

This sub-dragon seemed useless, no matter how much it was fed, Anton even made a height-enhancing potion and mixed it with earthworms for it to eat.

It works well.

I gained a pound.

It just doesn't grow taller.

The drakes seem to be going through a moulting period, and a lot of their feathers have fallen off.

These pink feathers Anton has put away, which is an extremely valuable potion material and broomstick material.

And it might be out of print.

It is not easy to crossbreed a new breed in the wizarding world. From the lobbying of the Ministry of Magic's charter documents, to the investment in cultivation, to finding a potion master to test the product, the price of each step is extremely high.

The ability to accelerate a broom looks like a lot, but it probably won't pay for it.

Except for the one that survived Snape's research, it is estimated that the dragon farm will not breed a second litter of this naturally defective breed.

There is an interesting discovery.

Water dragon wings and feathers are two concepts.

The feathers that grow on the body, the feathers that fall off naturally, and the feathers that are pulled out are also different in the magic image.

The feathers that fall off naturally tend to be more integrated, and the magic image of harmony and nature appears very stable.

It has better performance in potion configuration, but the effect of accelerated flight has been significantly reduced.

If you use some terms from Anton's previous life to describe it.

Naturally shedding feathers, it's a flying spell.

The feathers grown on the body and the plucked feathers are a kind of flying aura, auxiliary and supplementary.

Another interesting discovery is that this auxiliary flight acceleration effect is highly compatible with various woods, especially oak.

It all came back to Snape's findings.

It seems that there is no special new discovery.

Anton shook his wand, murmured words, and tapped the oak console lightly.

The operating table floated up slightly, accelerated sharply, whoosh.

Boom!

Hit the wall.

"!!!"

strong enough!

Very fierce!

But apart from flying broomsticks, Anton really didn't know what else it could be used for. Could it be that he wanted to make a car out of oak.

um~

If you don't need tires, expand the interior space...

"Flying coffins!"

Anton's mouth twitched.

"Restored as before!"

Things began to recover automatically, Anton walked out frowning, and looked at the sky frowning.

"Research has stalled."

"Old V, my dear professor, I miss you."

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The weather in summer is changing, and a sudden storm hits the whole world.

The members hurried to the hut.

This is not easy, since there is no excuse for Professor Quirrell, Anton has been going back to the dormitory to sleep honestly recently.

Filch is currently running around the castle in a frenzy, and it is said that he has captured Harry Potter and Hermione Granger in the night, and successfully turned Gryffindor into Gryffindor.

Ps: The reason why there is no Ron is because this poor child was bitten by Hagrid's baby dragon, poisoned and hospitalized.

Professor McGonagall deducted fifty points from the two children, each.

Oh, Filch was so proud of himself.

He is planning to take advantage of the victory and pursue it. It is best to deduct Gryffindor, who likes night tours the most, into a negative number at the end of this semester.

There are also stinky fecal eggs thrown everywhere.

At first he was very happy, waving the imitation wand to release and clean up.

But there were so many that he even hated waving wands.

When all fun becomes repetitive mechanical activity, everything becomes dull.

Filch even found the hut, trying to get a jinxed wand to severely punish those little wizards who littered stinky dung.

In the night sky, dark clouds rolled.

Thunder surged.

The twins, who have rich experience in guerrilla lurking, led Neville to go round and round, skillfully wandering around the Hogwarts castle, went to the basement to pick up Hannah, and packed a sumptuous supper at the house-elf along the way.

When they arrived, Anton was standing at the corner of the terrace, facing the strong wind, squinting his eyes.

Dumbledore has described in detail the relationship between wizards and nature, especially the reason why Animagus must wait for the storm.

This natural occasional storm is different from the storm released by the weather spell.

It has the breath of destruction that tears everything apart, and the breath of new life that nourishes everything.

Destruction and rebirth, all the mysteries lie here.

Anton didn't have enough level to actually understand this kind of truth. Although his understanding of magic spells has surpassed ordinary people's chanting and gestures, and reached the excavation of emotions and wills, it is not enough.

Dumbledore was right, he needed a solid foundation, richer experience, and more knowledge.

Waving his wand, and finally chanting words, Anton let his senses be released to the maximum.

To experience this wonderful change.

Finally, a bolt of lightning swam through the clouds.

Time is up.

Anton turned to look at the four of them, "Are you ready?"

"Hmm!" Everyone had serious faces.

The food elephant vine squirmed quickly, and everyone's medicine bottle was pulled out from the extremely deep ground. The medicine liquid inside had turned into a red liquid, clear, shining, and silently boiling.

At the same time, its vines continue to extend around the hut to deter any intruders.

Ding!

The five bottles are tapped together lightly.

"cheers."

Gululu.

Pointing the tip of the wand to their heart, all of them chanted the incantation at the same time, "Amador, Animo, Animador, Animagus."

Over and over again, until a strange heartbeat suddenly appeared in the perception.

That feeling is extremely magical, as if I have two heartbeats.

bang bang.

bang bang.

The intense pain and the exciting heartbeat constantly stimulated the nerves of the little wizards, and everyone performed very well.

Even Neville and Hannah, who have long been known for being terrible, have unprecedented calmness.

They have experienced many adventures in the Forbidden Forest together, and they have a mentality that ordinary little wizards don't have.