On the way, Alan finally knew the origin of the word beast tide. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Originally, he thought that the so-called beast tide was just a word used to describe the number of species, and it was forcibly crafted by the Uagadou Academy of Magic, and its exaggeration was probably similar to the "flying stream straight down three thousand feet, suspected of the Milky Way falling for nine days" and the like sung by Lord Shixian.

But he now realized that this was not an exaggeration at all, but a real one—that when they stepped into the strange wilderness as the starting party, the animals they were alarmed were scattered in all directions like a tidal wave.

In his previous life, he saw such a scene during the great migration of mammals in the animal world, when he was deeply impressed by the lingering dust left behind by the endless herds of zebras and antelopes as they crossed the African savannah like the wind.

Now, before his eyes, the scene was repeated, but unlike the animals that migrated for water and food, the magical creatures in front of him were simply alarmed by the magic of their group - just as a fire was remembered by the creatures, and the clean-up activities of the wizards were etched in their minds as a fire.

"Hoho, look, there are too many magical creatures accumulated over the years-No, you see, the fox rabbits over there are simply overflowing!" Dipan said to Allen, pointing to the fleeing magical creatures.

It was a gray rabbit with a big fluffy tail, and it was very inconspicuous among the many fleeing creatures - which made the game of Lian Lian try to play a lot more difficult - and he really didn't blame him, his first reaction to all kinds of magical creatures was like a picture of Lianlian。。。。。。

"It's a pity that it's a beast tide now, and I was going to give you a cloak made of fox rabbit tail when you left, and flying in it is the best experience, it's enough to lose a third of our weight! It's just annoying that this thing is strictly forbidden to be used during competitions - it's a waste!" said the female batter named Emma with a look of pity on her face, and spread her hands.

Everyone who heard the words nodded in unison - as a Quidditcher, they all have one of the most basic personality traits - flying maniac! It is a crime not to use such props that can increase flight speed!

However, it is not permissible not to take any of the ingredients from the beast tide - they can eat a little at most during these days, and once the hunt is over, not even a small piece of jerky can be taken out.

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The first day of the trip was quite pleasant, although the scenery was not surprising, and it could even be considered monotonous, but the group was still in high spirits.

All of this was made possible by our narrator, Comrade Dipan, who could tell that he had a very solid presence in the Magical Creature Protection Class, well, if they had one, and Alan privately thought it should be a Magical Creature Control Class.

This humanoid Pokémon Pokédex can perfectly tell the habits and uses of each creature when it meets magical creatures, which amazes the people of Hogwarts - no, most of their knowledge of magical creatures stops at the pictures in the book, and the professor who can bring magical creatures is still working as a hunting ground guard at Hogwarts at this time, and it is worth mentioning that this professor has the same problem as the dutiful Professor Binns - it is like dumplings in a teapot, and something can't be poured.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of the narrator, Digpan, the Hogwarts students were finally able to reach the point where they were able to relate the pictures to the creatures they had seen - so the evening, the biggest takeaway of the day was that Alan and another Hufflepuff had served a meal for the day.

What, the two have nothing to do with each other?

Don't make a fuss, who told you it doesn't matter!

As the famous food wizard, Hufflepuff left behind a lot of treasures in the common room of her home academy for posterity to unearth - that is, the recipes of food magic that she studied all her life, and the industrious Hufflepuffs also perfectly inherited the will of Hufflepuff, and maintained the fine tradition of holding a food party every weekend, with the strong supply of the school kitchen and the support of house-elves.

In some of the recipes, Hufflepuff left behind his travelogues about Africa – half a book detailing the ingredients of African cuisine and the most suitable cooking methods.

However, it is a pity that due to years of non-communication and the one-sidedness of campus ingredients, these pearls have been in the dust.

But today, thousands of years of dusty recipes from Hogwarts and ingredients from the African continent meet again, and the most brilliant sparks bloom in an instant.

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Di Pan touched his oily mouth, and after snapping his fingers, the corners of his hands and mouth became clean in an instant, he stood up and touched his stomach, and said in an unwilling tone: "It's so delicious, but it's a pity that it's gone." ”

Alan and another Hufflepuff named Brent could only hehe, they made about twenty servings - and Deepan ate three of them himself!

"There's not enough spices, and if you don't want to eat tasteless food, I don't mind making more. Brent said angrily.

Dipan smiled and said no more.

After a feast and laughter, Allen, Brent, and Dipan entered the tent, and the others drew lots to determine the night watchman, who was the cook and the guide (?), and the three of them were exempted from the vigil.

The night was quiet and speechless.

It's a sunny day, which is good news - heavy rains in Africa can really shoot people to death, and although Alan and they are not afraid of this, muddy roads are definitely not a good experience when it rains.

Warlock fell from the top of the tent and howled in displeasure in Alan's ear - it had been on vigil all night yesterday.

Alan handed Hua Luo a piece of the meat of the fox rabbit left over from last night, and after eating it, it deftly adjusted its feathers and fell asleep on Alan's shoulder.

"Very spiritual little fellow!, Alan, how did you get him?" asked the man who had kept vigil yesterday.

Without waiting for Alan to answer, he continued to talk to himself.

"Yesterday I kept watch for the first half of the night, and this little guy was standing in the tree over there. - he pointed to the big tree against which the camp leaned - "and occasionally flew out for a circle, but also around the camp. ”

"Look at my Pipsqueak again," he said, pulling open the outermost burqa, and a bat hanging upside down on it, falling asleep, "I had a lot of trouble last night, and every now and then I had a bite to eat on the way to deliver a letter—it was annoying." ”

However, Alan didn't see a trace of impatience leaking from him, and was obviously not so dissatisfied with his pet. - Scheming, this is a boast.

So Alan praised a few words very undisciplinedly, and ended the conversation in his euphoria.

The sun is just right, let's go!