When the Dark Lord and the others began to descend, under a smashed street lamp on Privet Drive, Josephine Harris, the director of the Department of Mystical Creatures Management and Control, appeared in front of Hermione who had already arrived at the scene.
Josephine handed Hermione a blue potion bottle filled with Curled Winged Demon Venom. "Mr. Scamander gave us the venom without hesitation. Hermione, he is very interested in your Thunderbird. If you want, you can show it to him."
The Wolf Mother of the Umbrella Team came to the scene with her team members and several wizards.
"Miss Granger, they have been brought here as you instructed," the Wolf Mother reported to Hermione.
"Thank you for your hard work." Hermione nodded to the Wolf Mother and the others. She held the potion bottle and said in a powerful voice, "You have been busy the whole day with the expansion of the Hogwarts. I should not disturb you now, but you have seen the situation in front of you. In order to restore the Muggle buildings to their original state as soon as possible, I can only ask the Wolf Mother and the others to invite some of you elites who are good at construction magic to help. Thank you for your hard work. I will ask the finance department to pay you the service fee in time. "
The wizards who were good at construction magic from the Hogwarts expansion site were overjoyed. Their dissatisfaction at being forced to work overtime for the Muggle at night disappeared in an instant.
But what frightened these wizards who had not personally experienced war was that when they arrived, they saw the famous old Aura, Mad Eye Moody, being held down by two Aura and squatting beside the broken street lamp. Although the famous wizards of the Order of the Phoenix were not tied down, they still received the attention of the Aura. Some of the Death Eaters who were petrified were tied up tightly and floated in the air. However, many of the Dark Wizards who dared to stay behind after the Aura arrived were torn apart and died.
Seeing such a post-war scene, these construction wizards did not dare to express their dissatisfaction at being forced to work overtime for the Muggle at night. Now that they heard Hermione's promise, they were relieved and began to think about how to repair the damaged buildings.
Hermione looked around at the destroyed Muggle buildings and the frightened faces in the windows. She looked back at the Wolf Mother and asked, "Where is Penello? Did he go to Allen's place? "
"No, the young master ordered us and the Aura to stay away from the scene of the duel so as not to be misunderstood by the mysterious man. After Miss Krivat joined the battle, she went to other places to hunt down the other Death Eaters who started the fire." The Wolf Mother replied respectfully.
"We can't catch anyone. After the mysterious man won the duel, he ordered his men to retreat. Let's finish up quickly and watch Allen's duel." Hermione sighed. "Mr. Skorzne, please help me prepare something. I'm not very good at flying."
Fatty was a little stunned. It was not until the Wolf Mother glared at him that he remembered that Hermione was calling him by his surname. After an embarrassed smile, he glanced around the surroundings and directed some planks to make something that looked like a big wooden box from a destroyed house.
The four-eyed man who had not come out of the laboratory for a long time whispered, "Fatty, Miss Granger is talking to you. Why did you make this thing?"
"Ah! You still care about me! " Fatty's fat double chin trembled, and then he was defeated under the other party's gaze. "You'll know soon."
Hermione watched the fat man's actions from the side. When she thought of inviting the thunderbird, which was almost as fat as a ball, out in public, her face could not help but blush, and her ears were a little hot. But then Hermione calmed down, forced herself to maintain a serious expression, and did not let embarrassment destroy her decency and decency. Then she pretended to be normal, took off her waist bag from her body, put it on the ground, and unzipped her thunderbird, Cotton, and released it.
A huge Thunderbird with golden feathers and an oily luster jumped out of the bag. It struggled to spread its wings, but because it was too fat, it could not fully spread out. It fell heavily on the ground outside the bag, looking a little clumsy.
And everyone present, whether it was the Umbrella Team, Aura, the wizards who were good at construction, the Order of the Phoenix, the Death Eaters, or even the Muggle who lived in the room and peeked outside through the window, all looked at the golden meatball on the ground …
However, because the onlooking wizards' hair was blown back by the wind brought by its appearance, their robes were blown against their bodies by the strong wind. They, who had good grades in the protection of magical creatures, were sure that this Thunderbird was just an overly fat Thunderbird …
After being released, Hermione's originally tense expression softened. She snorted softly and walked forward. She gently touched Cotton, who stood up and flapped its fleshy wings desperately because of the sudden sight of so many wizards. Under Hermione's comfort, the Thunderbird quickly closed its wings, calmed down, and began to hum.
"Cotton, now we need your help." Hermione raised her hand and stroked the Thunderbird's chin back and forth, her head touching the Thunderbird's head. Then she handed the potion bottle filled with blue Curly Winged Demon Venom to the Thunderbird and said to it, "You know what to do."
An Aura handed her crossbow arrow to Hermione, but Hermione waved her hand and refused. "Thank you, but no need. I've never been good at using a flying broom."
The Thunderbird stretched its sharp beak forward and held the potion bottle in its mouth. The big wooden box made by Fatty was carried behind it, and it winked at Four Eyes. "Now you understand."
Suddenly, he was kicked by someone and staggered forward a few steps.
"Hold on tight." The doctor retracted his foot, took out the flying broom and stepped on it. "Four Eyes, you wait here. I don't think the Weight Levitation Spell is safe. We'd better cooperate and carry it with our shoulders, just like carrying a coffin …" The doctor realized that it was inappropriate for him to say such ominous words in front of Hermione, so he shut his mouth.
However, the Umbrella Team had already understood her meaning. The Wolf Mother casually called two strong black Aura, and the four of them carried the big wooden box together. They flew to a position parallel to the Thunderbird. Under Hermione's urging, the Thunderbird stepped forward and used everyone's Levitation Spell to enter the big wooden box.
The Wolf Mother called, and Fatty, the doctor, and the silent Victor neatly stepped on the black painted crossbow arrow that was inconspicuous in the night. Black smoke rolled and rose around Hermione's body. Like Lord Voldemort, Allen, and Snape who had just learned this trick, she flew into the sky without any tools.
Hermione, shrouded in black smoke, took the lead and flew at the front. The six Magi in black uniforms carried the simple-looking Thunderbird Cotton in a large wooden box, swaying but rhythmically following behind Hermione.
The clouds in the sky gradually gathered, but it was just flowing. The weather did not seem to have any immediate obvious changes.
Hermione, who had already flown high in the sky, also found that there was no change in the weather. Hermione turned her head to look at the Thunderbird, only to see the Thunderbird's two fleshy claws firmly standing on the wooden board.
Hermione's eyes met, and the Thunderbird cutely turned its head and pretended not to see its master's expression. Seeing this, Hermione continued to order, "Cotton, quickly flap your wings to affect the weather, summon the wind and rain."
But the Thunderbird did not move, and continued to be silent and did not respond. It flapped its wings and used its sharp beak to comb the feathers on its abdomen, but it did not mean to make a storm.
As its master, Hermione, who had raised it for so long, was very clear about its habits. Right now, it was silently throwing a tantrum and negotiating conditions.
Hermione sighed heavily. Due to the urgency of the matter, she decisively compromised to the Thunderbird, "Tonight, I will not force you to lose weight, quickly summon the storm …" Seeing that Cotton did not respond, Hermione knew that it did not understand and had to emphasize a few key words that it could understand, "Your hometown, Arizona desert bighorn sheep! Desert bighorn sheep! Tonight! "
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