Chapter 152 The tree is growing sheep

The weather is getting colder, and there are many fewer singing birds in the treetops. The Forbidden Forest is much quieter than in previous months, but the animals on the ground have not been able to survive the winter and are more active.

Charles came to the centaur tribe on the morning of the first Friday of that semester, exchanged a batch of supplies, and had dinner and spent the night at Twilight's house as usual.

After not seeing each other for a while, Charles noticed that Twilight had changed a little, and the key to the change was the dumbbells she had just put away.

"That's very useful!" Twilight said, wiping the sweat from her body. "Now he's throwing stones as fast as Uncle Ronan."

Charles helped her wipe the horse's back and said thoughtfully: "He brought me some javelins to try."

Twilight said happily: "Okay, then he can fight again!"

After wiping off the sweat, she went to the well to get a bucket of water, washed the towel and hung it in the backyard. When she returned to the house, she said to Charles, "The pumpkins by the lake are ready to be picked."

Charles said: "He will check tomorrow. If the skin of the melon is hard enough and the base of the melon has a layer of red powder, it can be picked."

"Okay!" Twilight said, "There are a lot of pumpkins in the field."

She was raking the hay in her hay bed and then said, "It's been two summers, and next year's sheep should be mature and ready for picking."

Charles blinked. What's going on? Is the tree growing mutton chops?

Twilight fell asleep quickly after combing the hay bed, and Charles could ask again tomorrow.

At dawn the next day, the Great Centaur elder called Charles over.

I saw the Great Elder Baoxiang standing there solemnly, with an exclamation mark floating above his head.

"Charles," the elder said, still giving rewards first and then giving tasks, "please let me go to the northwest valley to pick twenty sheep."

"Picking sheep?" Charles was confused. Could it be that lamb chops really grow on trees?

He rode on a broomstick and found the valley that the great elder mentioned until noon.

There are many sheep in the valley, and there are a large group of red flowers, all hanging on the trees. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can smell the fragrance of mutton.

Charles was certain that some wizard had researched the magical plant.

The smell of mutton attracted rats and other small animals around him, and a nest of rats flew past his feet. Then, amid the screams, a whole family of rats entered the snake's belly neatly.

There are many snakes in the mountains, and they seem to form a symbiosis with the trees that hold sheep, and are responsible for eating other animals that try to eat the sheep.

Those snakes are as thick as a Happy Water can, about two meters long, and have black and red skin, unlike cows with black and red flowers.

Charles observed for a while and found that the transparency of the snake's body would change due to the intensity of light. The black part could not be seen in the east sunlight. The darker the light, the higher the transparency of the red part.

If you walk from the ground, it is very difficult to spot a snake in the grass, and you may be bitten by accident.

It's not a good idea to fly over there. There are also snakes entangled in the trees where sheep grow. If you stretch out your legs, you will be bitten.

Charles was walking on a broomstick floating in the air, studying the spell written by the old man, and after reading it, there was a black line.

"The Confusion Curse, also known as the Soul-stealing Curse, can confuse the target's head for a period of time and can be used as a mark to chain Avada Kedavra and other curses."

Charles frowned, it was no longer like living in a single room in Azkaban, but asking for a deep French kiss from a dementor.

He carefully read the method of casting the spell. It was a bit difficult, and he only succeeded once in the evening, causing a mouse to hit the roots of a tree in a daze, but the horse regained consciousness.

It's a good place to practice that spell because there are many snakes and enough targets.

I don't know if I have time tomorrow, I have to pick the sheep out of the tree first.

Charles is afraid of snake bites, but is there anything he's afraid of?

"Call the gods to protect you!"

"Who am I?!"

Charles knew that his patronus could change, but he didn't expect his patronus to turn into a lunar sister.

That eldest sister is "big" in all aspects. She wears a lot of fabric, but it is wasted on long sleeves, so that there is not much fabric on the skirt and chest and shoulders. She wears stockings on her right leg and a tie on her head.

He had a ponytail, long bangs blocking his right eye, four manjusara flowers in front of his neck, a nodachi as tall as a person in his legs, and the ship behind him was equipped with three twin-mounted main guns.

Charles pondered for a long time, and had some guesses when it was dark, whether his soul was broken when he traveled through time, and some souls ran to other worlds, but there was a vague connection with them over there.

If something happens to you, your guardian angel will change.

His thoughts did not delay the elder sister, the patron saint, who was working hard. She ran to the east of the valley to pick the sheep from the tree, ran back to the top of the mountain, and then ran east again.

When Charles decided to go back, the patron saint sister had already picked up more than 20 red sheep with beautiful features.

Those sheep all have fruits that look just like real ones, with no holes, the fruit stalk is at the navel, the flesh is dense, the color is similar to mutton, the eyes have seeds, and the hair is very strong.

Horse people use the pulp as a healing medicine, cut it into pieces the size of a leg finger, dry it and store it. When the horse is injured, the wound can stop bleeding and heal, and fractures can also recover quickly.

Charles tasted a piece of freshly cut meat and his mouth was filled with the smell of mutton. His bitter face made Twilight and the other girls laugh.

"Are you a little mouse?" Twilight said with a smile, "It needs to be roasted before it can be eaten."

The centaur girls were all going there. The sheep-like fruit didn't seem to be very easy to preserve. It looked like I would stay up late tomorrow night to process it. Charles chatted with Twilight for a while, collected the seeds and then returned to Hogwarts.

As soon as he returned to the castle, he came to Professor Sprout's office and put a sheep out of the bag without saying a word.

Professor Sprout was stunned for a moment, then his eyes shone and he exclaimed: "Sheep grow from trees?! Where did I buy it?"

She immediately got up and went to the bookshelf nearby to look through the books. After flipping through several books, she found the appearance she was looking for.

That is an ancient notebook, which records the morphological characteristics of trees growing sheep in beautiful handwriting.

Professor Sprout looked at his notebook and said excitedly: "That's great! There are actually seeds!!"

"Oh, the seeds will cover its eyes."

"Charles, there are trees like this on the market that sell for 800 galleons, and they don't have seeds!"

Charles asked in disbelief: "Is it really so expensive?"

Professor Sprout stroked the sheep and said, "No, it would be great for making healing potions."

"It was cultivated by a wizard a long time ago. It disappeared for hundreds of years. More than 20 years ago, someone discovered the tree left by the previous wizard somewhere."

"Its production is very small. It only comes out in leap years. It is less than ten pieces every time. Even if Dumbledore doesn't care about it, he can't buy it every time."

Charles blinked, this is not the rhythm of hunger marketing.
Chapter completed!