Just like Rove's suitcase, Celtburn, who is still teaching Conservation Magical Creatures at Hogwarts, does have magical props, but it is not in the style of a suitcase, but a large leather handbag that looks ultra-retro and rustic.

Although it is not a dragon skin material, but after decades, the leather that still feels delicate and soft is obviously not ordinary, if it is an ordinary material, even if the space is expanded with a traceless stretching spell, it will definitely not be able to withstand the movement tossed inside.

You can't expect a small cloth bag to really fit a grumpy fire dragon after casting the Traceless Stretching Charm, right, the dragon moves casually, and the rag pocket will be torn apart in an instant, under normal circumstances, the space expanded by the Traceless Stretching Charm will not be filled with living creatures that can jump, unless the materials pass the level and can withstand the construction.

The handbag that Harry had borrowed was more spacious than his own dragon skin backpack, almost twice the size of Harry's quarters for four or five Thestrals, and the next morning, Harry arrived at Hagrid's hut, and after a simple but calorie-filled breakfast, he and Hagrid made their way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

There was a makeshift fence, a skeleton of a cow creature was hanging from a stake, and about ten Thestrals were lying comfortably on a straw pile on the floor.

After hearing the approaching footsteps, the Thestrals got up and stepped out of the unlocked gate.

As Hagrid's favorite pony, Thestrals also loves Hagrid, and without him, Thestrals would not have the more than 100 individuals it has today, all thanks to Hagrid.

"What an obedient man, little girl."

Hagrid reached out and rubbed Thestrals' bare head, and the group of little creatures came up with a bit of clinginess and gathered around Hagrid.

"U-U." Hagrid patted the Thestrals, the first of them born in the woods, and the most liked by Hagrid, "Pick four little ones to come with you, we're going to find the werewolves." ”

Thestrals, who could fully understand Hagrid's words, rubbed Hagrid's palm, then turned his head and scanned around with his white eyes, but without seeing any sound from it, four other Thestrals followed him out of the group and walked to the other side.

"Go to Harry's bag for a while, and when you get there, you can come out."

Harry opened the pocket of his handbag, which was at most a small hole that could only allow Thestrals to stick his head in, but it was very miraculous to fit the five-headed Thestrals into it easily, Harry looked inside, and the Thestrals who had entered were now lazily lying on the ground, and inside was a slightly wet lawn.

"Hagrid, so we're leaving?" Harry asked Hagrid as he glanced at him.

"Let's go, let's go, if we get it done quickly, maybe we'll be back for lunch."

"Can it be so fast?"

"Don't underestimate Thestrals, Harry, they're a bunch of pretty cuties."

Harry called Fawkes' name, and as soon as he finished speaking, a flame suddenly appeared above their heads, the warm temperature not burning them, but rather driving away the morning chill.

The golden-red feathered phoenix flapped its wings lightly and landed on Harry's shoulder, and it looked at Harry with some curiosity, and then jumped on Hagrid's shoulder, its powerful claws clasped Hagrid's leather coat, and its slender tail feathers hung down, dangling in front of Harry, as if signaling Harry to grab its tail.

The phoenix's tail feathers were unusually smooth and tough to the touch, and a trace of body-warming heat was transmitted from Harry's palm to his body, and Fawkes, who let out a loud chirp, ignited a raging and boiling fire, enveloping the two figures in an instant, one large and one small, and the flames disappeared in an instant, leaving only a group of Thestrals to look at the place where they disappeared with some curiosity.

The rapidly spinning vortex of flames made Harry a little dizzy, and the temperature of the fire that enveloped him rose a lot, maybe a few seconds, or maybe half a minute, after a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, the spinning flames suddenly disappeared, and a strange forest broke into Harry's eyes.

Fawkes crossed an unknown distance and sent him and Hagrid to the Cairngorms, such a distance that Phantom Shifter could not reach, perhaps the Portkey could do it, but Phantom Shifter was better suited for short distances, and moving too far would put a lot of burden on the wizard and increase the likelihood of splitting the disease.

Fawkes, who had been brought here from Hogwarts by Hagrid and Harry, who were not too small, was a little tired, and let out a soft cry, then flapped its wings and landed on a tall tree.

"Thank you, Fawkes!"

Harry waved at the pretty phoenix, then opened his bag, and the five Thestrals stepped out one after the other, their wings flashing and stretching.

"Go, little girl, go smell the blood and find out the werewolf."

Hagrid touched Wu's head, and the Thestrals nodded obediently.

"Harry, you ride around on Uwu, I'll look down through the woods, and if I find one, shoot red sparks."

Hagrid pulled out his little pink umbrella. "It's been a long time since I've used magic, but I still remember how to use it."

"Okay Hagrid, I'll let you know as soon as I find out."

Harry turned over on Uwu's back, although its physique was the strongest in Thestrals, but that was the reason for the large skeleton, and the skinny Uwu was still a little awkward to sit up, but it didn't matter, Harry's flesh was thick.

The moment they spread their wings, the Thestrals rose into the air, and after adjusting to the right height, they spread their wings and glided above the forest, scattering in all directions, looking for their respective targets.

In the Cairngorms Mountains lies Mount Ben McDouy, the second highest peak in England, which is extremely large, the Cairngorms National Nature Reserve alone covers an area of 259 square kilometers, and werewolves obviously do not appear in Muggle haunts, although Fenrir also likes human flesh and blood when he is not in his werewolf form, but he does not like Muggles, in his eyes, Muggles without magic even meat stinks, and he attacks almost all wizards.

Harry's eyes were excellent, at least much better than the Thestrals beneath him, the Thestrals weren't bad at eyesight, and even treated night as if it were day, but compared to their extremely psychic mediums, they could smell the smell of life and death, they really didn't rely much on sight.

Uu is responsible for bringing Harry to the location where the smell of blood appears, and then it is up to Harry to determine if there is any trace of werewolves, after all, Thestrals can only smell blood, and in this forest, there are deaths that accompany hunting all the time.

It's not a magic-rich area, but it's still a paradise for animals, and there's no shortage of hunting and death in nature.

"If only there was a druid."

After a long day of searching, Harry got off Uwu's back a little tired, and Hagrid also misjudged the complicated situation at this time, the situation in the Forbidden Forest is different from the forest outside, the top predators in the Forbidden Forest appear in groups, they all have their own fixed territory and hunting range, order is the main theme of the Forbidden Forest, and outside.

In an ordinary forest where rookies peck at each other, the situation is far more complicated than in the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid found nothing, Harry couldn't find any clues, and the Thestrals identified thousands of bloody deaths, and they found some timberwolves living in the forest, but they didn't find any signs of werewolves.

For a moment, the search for the werewolf was in trouble, and Harry and Hagrid sat around the blazing campfire, flipping the roast in some silence.

"Do you really have to wait until the night of the full moon?"

Harry took a vicious bite of the sizzling roasted boar ribs, and there was some frustration in his words.

"If you want to catch your prey, you can't rush, Harry."

Hagrid stuffed a whole roasted pork leg into his mouth, chewing on the bone with a crunch sound, "It's a big deal to go back a few days later, and I'll be out for a walk." ”

"You're right, Hagrid, I'm in a hurry."

There were a few wolf howls in the moonlit night, but it wasn't a full moon tonight, and it wasn't the sound of the werewolf howling.

(End of chapter)