Touching his conscience, Hagrid is not the kind of guy who has incomplete five tones and sings is tantamount to murder for money, but his voice is unexpectedly acceptable.

But even so, lullabies are better for Hagrid not to sing.

Hagrid, who had sung the lullaby of sleep into a war roar, almost fainted Harry, he knew how Lowe fell asleep, and it had a hypnotic effect, but it was physical.

As soon as Hagrid spoke, the thunderous song filled Harry's ears, and Harry, whose brain was numbed by the sound wave, sat down on the ground and couldn't get up for half a while.

I still remember that on Halloween, Hagrid just roared, and more than a dozen professors' ready-to-use magic was interrupted by him, and the weaker professors directly lost their combat effectiveness.

Even if he doesn't move his hands and feet, you can't stand yelling at you.

Rubeus War Roar Hagrid lives up to his name.

Thankfully, Hagrid only hummed two sentences, and if he had finished singing the whole song, Harry would have figured out that he would not want to see the sun tomorrow, and that it would be only the rough and thick fleshy creatures of the three-headed dog that could resist Hagrid's sonic attacks at an early age, and a human cub like Harry, even if it was a strong cub, would have to wait for death.

"Shehag, your grace not to kill."

Harry, who had palpitations, said weakly after Hagrid shut up, his buzzing and aching brain made Harry's will a little sluggish, and he almost had his brain shaken evenly, and he didn't want to try it a second time.

"Huh? What's wrong Harry? ”

Bewildered, Hagrid bent down and scooped Harry up, his expression a little confused, completely unaware of what had just happened.

"That's it. If you want to sing in the future, please remind me. ”

"Ahahaha," Hagrid smiled awkwardly, "It's too ugly, isn't it?" ”

"That's not true, it's actually pretty good just to mean the sound, but your voice is too loud, my ears are not, I can't stand it as a whole person."

Hagrid, who suddenly realized, nodded, and he kind of figured out what was going on.

"Then you rest for a while, I'll pack up my equipment and take you to the woods for a walk, you see what you want to eat, you pick it, I'll kill it, and carry it back to the fire."

For Hagrid, the Forbidden Forest is his backyard, where he feeds and manages the magical creatures in it, but that doesn't mean Hagrid doesn't eat them, except for some cute and obedient little ones who are kept as pets by Hagrid, and almost all other magical creatures show their faces at Hagrid's table.

The King of the Forbidden Forest is not only responsible for guarding and managing the Forbidden Forest, but he also has the power to kill and kill all the 'vassals' in the Forbidden Forest who are under his protection.

After Harry had taken a break, Hagrid packed up his hunting gear and prepared to head out.

"We've got to get back quickly, the fire in the stove is too big, I'm afraid there's going to be a problem if no one takes care of it."

"I'll leave this to me."

Rubbing his temples, Harry pulled out a Glock 18 and aimed his gun at the roaring fireplace.

"Fire and heat insulation."

He pulled the trigger, and the fire spell created a clear lid that enveloped the fireplace, leaving the dragon's eggs bathed in a bath of fire unaffected, but Hagrid's hut was less of the scorching heat.

"I wrote to you if I knew I was here, now it's okay, Yaya can go back to the house."

Hagrid was still very happy to see this scene, although Dumbledore secretly repaired the broken wand for him, but Hagrid, who had not cast spells regularly for a long time, regressed a lot in spells, and most of the time, his life was not much different from that of Muggles, so when he encountered this problem, he did not immediately remember that there was still magic to use.

"yes, it's a little cold outside, but a spell doesn't seem to last long, Hagrid, what kind of wood are you burning? How did the ignited flame still have a loss of spells? ”

"I read the book, and it says that the iron belly dragon egg needs a very high temperature to hatch normally, and ordinary wood can't provide such heat, so I cut a few magic pine trees and burn them, and the forest is full of these things, and the only trouble is to change the home of the tree guard."

Highra opened the door to pick up the teeth, and Harry cast the spell again, but this time he pulled the trigger shut, and a dense rain of enchanted bullets stacked a thick barrier in front of the fireplace.

After Professor Flitwick's correct guidance, Harry's spells would no longer be less effective due to his broken sentences and omissions in recitation, and even though the Fire Spell was a magic that Harry hadn't practiced a few times, the rate of fire of the White Ivory had increased from three to six rounds per second.

If it were his more proficient spell, the limit output of White Ivory would have jumped to eight to ten rounds per second, and once Harry pulled the trigger, the barrage of White Ivory would rain out in an instant.

It's a pity that Harry hasn't met an opponent who needs his full strength yet, even if all the young wizards of the same grade are added together, Harry can't wash the map for seconds, and before he grows to a certain stage, the existence of white tusks makes Harry a walking bug.

The only thing that restricts Harry's pouring of magic is mana, after eating the heart of the Frost Tyrant, Harry's limit is about to be able to quickly use one hundred and twenty spells, and then he will fall into a small CD of mana recovery, compared to the previous hundred rounds, he is still improving, and when the Frost Tyrant's heart is completely digested, this value can increase to about one hundred and thirty four.

It is actually not cost-effective to exchange about 20,000 gold gallons for such a small increase in the total amount of mana, because even if normal wizards use spell groups, they almost do not have the problem of running out of mana in a short period of time.

By the time wizards reach full adulthood, their mana will steadily grow from 'one' at the age of eleven to ten or more, and this mana reserve will overflow to a considerable extent for most wizards.

"Have you decided what to eat later, Harry, or I'll tell you about some weird things in the woods, some guys are not tasty, the meat is smelly, such as the cyst leopard, this guy's meat is just sour and smelly, I tasted it, I didn't expect to have diarrhea at night."

"That's poisoning, Hagrid, the leopard is the epitome of plague and poison."

Harry rolled his eyes, thanks to Hagrid's good physique, and for other wizards, even if it was just diarrhea, it would have killed someone.

"So I'm curious, so I went to taste it, it was troublesome to dispose of that guy's body at that time, I couldn't bury it, I couldn't burn it, I took it to feed the slimes who ate everything, but I didn't expect to feed a group of mutated poisonous slimes, and I was so angry that my head was going to explode."

Hagrid, with a gloomy face, raised his hand and waved it in front of him, and the memories of that time were not good at all.

"Are there any creatures in the woods that have strong bodies and powerful magic? and the frost tyrant on a notch. ”

"Yes, a lot, but if you want to say that the magic is strong and the body is also strong, then probably only the Sphinx, this guy is a little troublesome to kill, they seem to have mastered the power of some kind of rule system, once they are entangled in their riddles, unless they take the initiative to take it back, it will be a big trouble."

"Why don't you change it, there is only one Sphinx left in the woods, that guy is very obedient and never causes trouble."

"How's the Mountain Tyrannosaurus? This thing should be a guy who can fight the Frost Tyrant, after all, the fire dragon may not be able to beat this guy in hand-to-hand combat on land, and it tastes chewy and tastes good. ”

"The most important thing is that there are more than a dozen mountain tyrannosaurs in the forest, and they haven't been very obedient recently, so they make a big noise from time to time, which is a bit noisy."

"Then the Mountain Tyrannosaurus rex."

Harry nodded without disagreeing with this, and walked after Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest, which seemed eerie in the daytime.

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There should be another chapter in a moment

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