Chapter 55: The Frost Tyrant (I)

After moving away from Moscow, the cold wind that had been like ice blades seemed to soften, and the temperature hovered around zero degrees compared to previous years, and thick down jackets were no longer necessary.

The snow field should be pure white and dotted with pine and moss greenery, the small river that has not yet completely frozen is floating with ice ballast, and the sound of flowing water can not be heard far away, but it is still easy to come to a tree house forty or fifty meters away from the river.

It was a rudimentary shack, makeshift from rough logs and simple chopping, and Harry had been here for three days.

Thanks to Hedwig's presence, Harry didn't have to work as hard as the rest of the runners to survey the land with his own feet with his hounds, and then go in search of the grumpy brown bears that were hiding in the hundreds of ordinary kilometers and looking around for food because they couldn't hibernate anymore.

As a snowy owl, Hedwig is well adapted to the climate, his white feathers allow him to hide perfectly in the sky when he spreads his wings, and his piercing gaze can penetrate the dense woods to find Harry's next target.

In the past three days, Harry had killed four hungry brown bears roaming around, and all but one he had met by chance by the river, and the other three had relied on Hedwig's tracking to kill them a hundred meters away.

Hedwig's claim that she can top a hundred hounds is definitely not untrue, and it is not for nothing that wizards chose owls as messengers, they have a faint magic in their bodies, they are the most easily domesticated birds by wizards, and they are also birds of prey, countless times more secure than carrier pigeons.

Like owls, there are cats, toads, etc., and they are also the pets often chosen by wizards, especially cats, because there are cats in the wizarding world, cats with a certain cat's bloodline will be more intelligent, and it is not difficult to understand people's words, especially spiritual.

A swift white shadow swooped down from the sky, and on the eve of approaching the trees, Hedwig flapped her wings vigorously before landing lightly on the bar outside the treehouse.

"Did you find anything, Hedwig?"

Harry poked his head out of the treehouse, and a hint of flesh wafted through the open gap.

Hedwig pecked lightly at the fingers in the sea, then jumped on his arm, and his nimble eyes looked into the room, which seemed to be a little hungry.

"It seems that there are no bears in this vicinity anymore, and it is not good if the place is too big, and when we finish lunch, we will go deeper, and the river has not frozen in January, which is really a strange thing."

"How about some fresh bear liver? I forgot to give you a refill, so there's only seven or eight pieces left, and you'll have to save some of it, Hedwig. ”

"Goo~"

The bouncing Hedwig didn't dislike bear liver very much, such soft offal actually tasted okay, the muscle fibers of bear meat were thick and hard, and it was not very delicious whether it was raw or cooked, but the conditions were limited, and the bear meat that Hedwig didn't eat could only be digested by Harry.

Luckily, Harry also carried a concentrate of centaur herbs and spices, which was originally used as a spray coffee pick-me-up, and a little bit of it in the soup could perfectly remove the smell of bear meat.

After filling his stomach, Harry stuffed a few pieces of bear jerky into his backpack, although his black dragon skin bag can take some food from human society, but he doesn't want to cheat, after leaving England, even if there is a trace, the Ministry of Magic of England can't enforce the law across borders, no one cares about using magic spells here, if he really wants to cheat, then Harry doesn't even need to bring Hedwig.

As long as he rode a broomstick and put on the invisibility cloak, a relic of his father sent by Dumbledore, Ha would be a hundred times more efficient at finding bears with spells than he is now, but that kind of championship was not what he wanted.

What kind of ability is it to bully people with magic? What's more, Harry didn't think he was going to lose.

The bears that were hunted before have been marked with signal transmitters, and it is impossible for the hunters to bring back hundreds of kilograms of things one by one, all they need to do is to cut off the bear's nose as proof of hunting, and those marked corpses are recovered by special staff.

After briefly cleaning up the traces he had left behind, Harry tightened his backpack and stepped on the thin snow towards the deeper part of the snowy pine forest.

Hedwig, with its wings flapping, acted as Harry's eyes, and as soon as it spotted its prey, Harry could receive it as soon as it saw it, and with this reassurance, Harry could move forward much faster than the other players.

But it seems that Lady Luck was not on Harry's side today, and after a quick afternoon of running, Harry, who had almost walked out of the pine forest, failed to encounter a brown bear along the way, and he caught one of the fat snow rabbits.

The warm bonfire was raised, the dark pine forest flickered a little more, the fat rabbit that had been roasted and oiled went into the belly of a man and an owl, and when night had fallen, Harry extinguished the bonfire and climbed a stout pine tree.

"It seems that I went in the wrong direction, this is almost out of the forest, tomorrow I will get up and walk to the east, there are still three days left, although the results of the four bears are definitely excellent, but this version of Maozi is obviously strengthened, in their own home field, this result is afraid that it is a bit hanging."

On a night when there were no insects to disturb him, Harry slept lightly, and there was no noise that disturbed people's dreams except for the sound of wind and snow.

But just as the cold morning sun crossed the skyline, a faint tremor from the ground shook off the thin layer of snow and woke Harry from his sleep.

"Hedwig!"

Harry snorted softly, in order to have the energy to scout during the day, Hedwig and Harry kept their sleep time in sync, and the faint wind and grass just now also woke it up, and the sound of spreading its wings was very soft, not even disturbing the snowflakes in the treetops.

As soon as he put the hammock away, Harry immediately began to check his weapon, the disposable high-energy battery was sufficient, Valkyrie Type III and Makarov were in a state of being activated at any time, the hanging bag on his chest was stable, although the potion contained in it was difficult to drink and would kill people, but it was indeed a life-saving thing, especially when dealing with non-magical physical damage, it was especially effective, ebony and white ivory were also inserted in the holster on his waist, and it was a good habit for a wizard to keep his wand on his body.

It took only a dozen seconds for these things to happen, but in this short period of time, Hedwig, who had been flying high, almost rushed back.

It flapped its wings and made a rapid cry, such a flustered Harry had never seen it in Hedwig, although he could not understand Hedwig's owl language, but after so long together, the tacit understanding was enough.

"Let's go, get out of here!"