Chapter 367: Magic Puppet Red Hat

Professor Abigail described her idea in detail.

"I don't want to use a model or textbook to teach this knowledge. It is important to learn how to deal with dangerous magical creatures. If I learn carelessly, I am very worried that my students will not be able to deal with danger in the future."

"In fact, if there are only one or two, I can still get them. But Defense Against the Dark Arts should not be done in a safe classroom, where students can watch and challenge the frightened dark creatures."

"You have to learn how to deal with opponents who suddenly attack from the shadows, from the soil, and from the branches. They may even suddenly emerge from the closet when you are about to go to bed!"

"In nature, there are not many battles that are carried out with all preparations. Danger always comes when people think they are safe."

"But if this is really done, I am afraid that after one class, only half of my students will be left, and McGonagall will definitely be mad..."

Professor Abigail's mouth twitched. What she feared was obviously not the "half reduction" of students, but the anger of Professor McGonagall.

"So I want to order a batch of puppets from you. It's best if they have the appearance, aggressiveness, and insidious character of these creatures, but not so strong in lethality..."

"——Puppets?" Wade lowered his head and thought.

"Yes, I can give you this amount for each puppet!"

Professor Abigail held up five fingers and said with a painful look on her face:

"This is the maximum amount that the school and I can apply for. I added some myself..."

Wade looked at her expression and suddenly smiled.

"It doesn't matter how much money you pay. Just give me the cost price. The production of this kind of puppet is also a learning process for me."

Professor Abigail was very happy: "So, you agree?"

"Of course-what do you need?"

"First, the red hat and Kaba, then the evil spirit, I have detailed information here..."

...

Wade returned to the dormitory with a stack of papers and saw Phil still guarding in front of the stream mirror.

"Mr. Gray is out of school."

Phil saw Wade and immediately stood up and saluted.

"Please sit down, Phil." Wade sat cross-legged on the fluffy carpet and looked at the mirror: "Has Ava not sent the letter yet?"

"Yes, she kept your instructions in mind. The important thing is to observe."

Phil said: "Miss Ava arrived at 7:30 in the morning, but the target of observation has already started working. She helped prepare ingredients in the Muggle restaurant; after lunch, she changed to another store to help clean up. Now it's her third job."

In the mirror, Miss Werewolf was selling various small commodities and small flags outside a football field with a box hanging on her chest.

Phil said: "The target of observation works very hard, and no strange people approach her."

Wade said "hmm", turned around and took out a lot of alchemical materials from the closet space, knocked with the magic wand, and various substances flew and combined, some stretched, some deformed, and some twisted.

Permanent transformation is always particularly useful for making objects.

A moment later, a short statue appeared in the center of the room.

This is a red hat. It looks like a goblin, with a long white beard, a pointed hooked nose and a pair of vicious red eyes. It wears a scarlet hat on its head, as if it is dyed with blood. Its hands are sharp eagle claws and its feet are wearing a pair of iron boots.

Phil stared at Liu Jing and turned his eyes from time to time, curiously looking at this guy with a very realistic appearance.

But at this time, the puppet red hat can't move or speak. It only has a body. Wade needs to create more features for it.

It likes to hide in the dark and attack humans from behind with a big wooden stick.

It will run very fast, making a thumping sound when running, and alert people will immediately find it; so it will keep quiet before sneaking.

It will also attack people's necks or eyes with sharp claws. When attacked, it will make a sharp and high-pitched cry to call its companions.

Finally, it has weaknesses. Spells or talismans can scare it and make it run away quickly.

One after another, the magic light fell on the red-hatted puppet, as if injecting soul into it; its boots, hat, and wooden stick in its hand all emitted a faint light, and there were layers of magic circles around its body.

Phil stared at the mirror intently, and he didn't dare to look back.

He was afraid that if he turned around, he would be attracted by this wonderful scene and even forget to continue his task.

Phil frowned and looked at Claire in the mirror seriously.

The girl spent a long time and finally sold most of the goods in the box. She folded the box and stuffed it into her backpack, put away her purse, drank some water from the tap on the street, then bought a large bag of bread from the store and took a late bus home.

It was a slum near the church. The old and dilapidated buildings exuded a decadent atmosphere. No window glass was intact. The ground nearby was full of garbage, and the walls were painted with colorful graffiti and full of obscene words.

Two men smoking on the street saw Claire and immediately surrounded her with bad intentions. But when they saw the girl's face clearly, they hurriedly pretended not to see it and ran away.

Claire ignored all this, she ran quickly into a building with her backpack on her back. The elevator had long been turned into a garbage dump, and she walked up the narrow stairs.

Ava couldn't follow her upstairs, so she flew outside for a while, and finally found Claire's whereabouts again, then flew over and landed by the window.

In a relatively intact room, there lay a dirty bearded man with many bandages wrapped around his body, and there was a faint trace of blood underneath the bandages.

"I'm back, Fatos!" Claire ran in and asked, "How is the wound? Does it still hurt?"

"It's okay. The potion you brought back yesterday was very effective."

The man on the bed sat up with difficulty and asked, "Did your day go well? Did you encounter any trouble?"

"No, everything is fine, I made a lot of money."

Claire said, pulling out a relatively clean cloth to put on it, and then put the bread she bought on it, and the two of them ate it hungrily.

They ate very ferociously and with no grace at all. A piece of bread as big as a fist disappeared from their mouths in a matter of seconds.

Claire licked the crumbs from her hands and said, "I think—"

"No!" Fatos interrupted her directly.

"I just-"

"Don't go!"

"But--"

"If Will has returned to Diagon Alley and he has not come to us, then this is his attitude. There is no need for you to look for him again; if he has not come back, then there is even less need for you - what did you bring back? ?”

Fatos turned his head suddenly, and his fierce eyes seemed to be looking at Phil through the mirror!