Spells, Magic Dragon, 360 Days

Hermione's attempt can by no means be called a success.

For an entire day, she could barely manage to make her wand emit tiny sparks of flame.

Even so, this is a huge victory and progress!

With just a tiny Mars and some kindling made from dried pine needles, a flame can be successfully ignited.

The lit tinder was tossed into the branches that Harry and Neville had collected.

The bonfire roared and rose.

Using the light of the flames, the four men were able to see the hunter in the darkness.

It was a creature similar to a hunting dog, but with very long teeth.

Looking at their canine teeth, Hermione knew that these creatures were definitely not herbivores.

The campfire sheltered the four of them.

Fear stems from the unknown.

You get used to Beast with a ferocious appearance after looking at it a few times.

In their efforts to start a fire, the four-man team still came up empty-handed today.

During the day, they did not split up to explore the world.

Now, all I can do is wait on an empty stomach for Neville's Traveling Frog to see what that little cutie has accomplished.

Ten minutes...

Thirty minutes...

One hour...

About two and a half hours later, the Chosen One of the four little wizards returned!

Inside its Backpack were four bowls of meat soup.

The soup was bland and watery, with only two pieces of meat the size of a fingernail in each bowl.

"Thanks."

After solemnly saying this to the Traveling Frog, Harry instantly devoured the food he had received and went back to practicing the Fiendfyre Curse.

"What's the rush? There are still 358 days left..."

Malfoy elegantly picked up the steaming bowl of broth and chuckled, "Something Better than nothing, right?"

On his first day in the Little World of Famine, he learned to use his own advantages.

The next day, he understood the importance of staying optimistic.

How much progress and improvement will he make in the remaining 300-plus days?

"Young Dragon can only grow after they leave the Dragon's lair."

Malfoy once saw this quote in an Auror novel.

He didn't understand these things before.

Now he understands.

Hermione pursed her lips.

In her view, the three male wizards around her were prime examples of people who suffered for the sake of saving face.

She looked at Neville and shook the bowl in her hand. "Four servings of soup in the Backpack, not a drop spilled, still hot... Where did they get them?"

Neville downed the broth in one gulp, chewed the small pieces of meat carefully, and said indistinctly, "Just like the black bread with Wood shavings last time, this broth also comes from that place called Frostpunk."

A burst of flame erupted from the tip of Harry's wand.

He lay down on the ground with a sigh of relief and laughed, "People in that world probably don't live much better than us, right?"

Nine days after the four were thrown into the Little World of Famine, Hermione truly learned the Fiendfyre Curse.

Under the pressure of survival, the learning efficiency is dozens of times higher than at Hogwarts.

Survival is always the first priority!

From that day on, the four began to try to work together to hunt down the Aberrant Hound.

Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps it was skill.

In short, on the tenth day, the four of them ate their first piece of roasted meat.

The four young wizards, who had lost a lot of weight, burst into tears of joy at that moment.

"We will not only survive, we will thrive!"

Harry took his three friends' hands together and made a promise with burning eyes.

In fact, he did it.

On the 13th day, Harry successfully learned the Fiendfyre Curse, and his hair grew back.

Feeling embarrassed, Malfoy humbly sought advice from Hermione.

He no longer uses discriminatory terms like "Mudblood".

Making empty promises will not bring any benefits.

At the very least, it can't fill its own stomach.

On the 25th day, three of the Famine quartet learned the Fiendfyre Curse.

The Aberrant Hounds can no longer frighten them.

Why would humans be afraid of food?

Spiced roasted meat, Honey-stewed meat, meatballs, vegetable and meat skewers...

They even got creative with cooking.

Magic is a good thing.

Even though the four young wizards only knew a few spells, it was enough to change the situation.

They created four separate treehouses to provide shelter from the wind and rain.

They began to explore this Small world.

They even Fiendfyre duel as a daily form of entertainment.

Because the young wizards discovered that in this world, their bodies seemed to be in a Non-flesh and blood state.

Even if they are seriously injured, as long as they are still breathing, a Honey-lime plaster can be applied, and they will be lively and energetic again in the blink of an eye.

Wang Yan, who had been silently observing Harry and his group, was quite satisfied with their performance.

"It's time to add some difficulty."

With a thought from Wang Yan, the Food chain in the Little World of Famine began to become richer, and the changing seasons became even more unpredictable.

It's been 359 days since the wizarding quartet arrived in the Little World of Famine.

Harry Potter was filthy, with long hair covering his face, and unkempt, looking like a homeless person.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Finally!

We made it to the last day!

This place is absolutely uninhabitable!

Compared to the later creatures like the Poison Spider Queen, Bear Badger, Groot, and Dragonfly, the original Aberrant Hounds were like harmless Xiao Bai.

The "Seasonal change day," which change every seven days, should be treated like the end of the end of the world.

Winter temperatures can drop to minus thirty degrees Celsius, summer temperatures are so hot they can bake you alive, and spring downpours are like storms at sea, almost making it impossible to walk.

There's no need to elaborate on the thunderclaps of autumn...

According to Harry's calculations, the four people's house was destroyed a total of sixty-seven times!

Every day was filled with anxiety.

Fortunately, the masters of this world occasionally bestow some good fortune upon them.

In reality, it only happened twice.

The first time, Hermione used nature to set up Fiendfyre trap, which eliminated the dragonflies, and then obtained the Compendium of Basic Spells.

That document contains detailed instructions on how to learn and use each spell.

Who knows why, even though it clearly says "beginner," it contains Dark Magic of the level like "Cruciatus Curse," "Soul-leaving," "Avada Kedavra," and "Sectumsempra"!

In short, this This manual was of great help to the four in their struggle for survival.

The second time, Malfoy rushed into the Spider den alone to save Neville, risking his life but managing to survive. He then obtained a "Profession Stone".

With the help of that crystal, Malfoy successfully changed his class to Druid, which allows him to transform into various legendary dragon-type Legendary creatures.

From the initial Mountain Dragon, Sky Dragon, and Red-Eyes Black Dragon, to the current Frostwing, Malfoy's growth is clearly visible.

That was definitely not the "Animagus" from the Transfiguration Class.

The animal form of the Animagus is permanent and fixed.

"It will be 360 days in 10 minutes."

Harry Potter sighed.

He lit a Hand-rolled cigarette for himself using the Fiendfyre Curse.

After taking a deep breath, a satisfied smile appeared on Harry's face.

A smile played on his lips as he patted his friend's shoulder, "Little Dragon, we're about to leave this godforsaken place. Any plans?"

"You bastard, don't call me Little Dragon!"

Draco Malfoy was furious.

His eyes gleamed with an inhuman, silver-black light, and his four sharp fangs exuded a heavy, bloody aura. "I am the invincible Dragon!"

"In addition..."

The Pure-blood noble boy brushed the cigarette out of Harry's mouth.

He frowned, looking at his best friend with disgust. "After we get out, you'd better smoke less of this stuff. It's not as convenient outside as it is here."

Harry picked up a Castor bean woven handbag and shook it. "It helps me stay alert, relieve stress, keep my mind active, and refine my magic."

"I have stored up a lot of seeds, so I can produce and sell them myself when I go out, without worrying about Withdrawal symptoms."

He offered Malfoy a Hand-rolled cigarette: "Have one."

"I've quit."

Malfoy squinted and pursed his lips.

"Bullshit! I saw an Ice Dragon secretly chewing my grass yesterday! Don't tell me that wasn't you!"

"I eat tobacco, but I don't smoke it like some addict does."

"Huh? Eat it directly, it'll get you high faster. So what right do you have to tell me that?"

"I am Dragon, and these herbs of yours have no negative effect on me."

Malfoy clicked his tongue and said dismissively, "The grass you planted is bland and tasteless, it's meaningless."

Watching the two bickering daily, Neville Barton wore a kind, fatherly smile.

Hermione covered her throbbing forehead.

She couldn't imagine how Harry and Malfoy would adapt to normal wizarding life after they went back.