Manticore

"But how do you explain this?" Kate asked, as if suddenly waking from a dream. "Phoebe clearly used all her points to buy time. But at the time, when the students of Beauxbatons were reviewing the incantations of War Magic, no one seemed to have any doubts about it."

Only Arthur Weasley mentioned that she didn't buy it.

But when Phoebe gave the order later, even Arthur Weasley thought she had made the purchase, and he even reminded Madame Maxime.

I'm a little confused. Did I remember it wrong?

"Oh dear, didn't you notice?" Penelope, whose true power was hypnosis, covered her mouth and chuckled.

Ryan ruffled Penelope's hair and looked at Kate. "Okay, don't you have any doubts?"

With such captivating Phoebe, why didn't the Kraken and the Sphinx lose themselves in her presence or be dominated by her?

The answer is that most of her otherworldly charm was used for something else—a deceptive ritual that worked the moment anyone saw her.

The purpose is simple: everyone will think she purchased War Magic.

"But why? Why would Phoebe do that? She didn't need to," Kate asked.

"Because there's more water this way. Cough cough, I mean, Phoebe is too arrogant, she just bragged about it all out of nowhere—no need for any blessing, just buy it all in time."

But on the other hand, she had finally come up with a new form by combining War Magic, and she really wanted to try it out.

"Wait, the real issue is the amount of water." Kate squinted. "Did you pause time during the game?"

"Don't worry about the details!" Ryan said as he swapped the Care of Magical Creatures in front of Harry's tunnel.

That's how you use "friend"!

Sure enough, as Harry stepped out of the stone door and focused on the Care of Magical Creatures, screams erupted from the entire stands.

It resounded throughout the entire sky!

Kate's attention was thus diverted.

It was a Manticore.

Ministry of Magic Level: xxxxx (Animal known to have killed wizards / Animals that are impossible to tame or subdue)

The Ministry of Magic's classification is not proportional to the power of Care of Magical Creatures.

For example, the weak and nearly extinct Golden Snidget Man was classified as XXXX not because it was dangerous, but because of the severe punishment people received for capturing or harming it.

But this only applies to 4x and below.

All 5x level Care of Magical Creatures are undoubtedly dangerous and uncontrollable.

This is evident from the fact that even the Ministry of Magic admits it is impossible to tame or subdue them.

The Manticore is one of the best among them.

He came from Greece, the home of those dangerous creatures. He had a human head, a lion's torso, and a scorpion's tail.

His eyes were blue or gray, and he had three rows of teeth on both the upper and lower jaws, which were serrated together.

The human mind endowed him with extremely high Wisdom.

This allows it to learn human language, but the sounds it makes are like a mixture of flute and trumpet.

Its fur is a deeper crimson than that of a lion, and its entire body is covered in thick fur.

Many people once mistakenly thought that his skin, which supposedly rejected almost all known spells, referred to this hairy part of his skin.

But in reality, this resistance to magic exists throughout the entire body, including the vulnerable eyes.

The scorpion's tail, which sways incessantly, is covered with countless regenerable stingers.

These spikes, controlled by the tail, can fly forward, backward, left, and right, and cannot be dodged; one can only rely on Protective Charm or physical defense.

Even more outrageous is that those stings did not inherit the terrifying toxicity of their host—the scorpion's tail, which would kill anyone instantly if they were stung.

But it is equally formidable; any creature struck by it will lose control of its body and become completely still.

At this point, the Manticore can hum softly as it slowly devours its prey—starting with non-lethal parts so that the prey remains alive while it eats.

If the prey dies, he will refuse to eat it.

This was caused by his cruel and uncontrollable nature.

This is why, despite being very intelligent, they are classified as beasts.

What makes him even more famous is that, like other Level 5X Care of Magical Creatures, he enjoys eating people.

In 1296, a Manticore ate a wizard's leg, and the Ministry of Magic did not punish it.

Because he was clever, he knew that the prey was a wizard, so he did not harm the prey's life, but only ate its leg.

This gave the Ministry of Magic, who were afraid of him, an excuse.

In addition, he was very powerful, and the Ministry of Magic at the time could not easily subdue him.

After weighing the options, a few warnings were given and the matter was hastily concluded.

This had a significant impact at the time.

Even now, young wizards in every wizarding family are introduced to this Care of Magical Creatures, which is even more terrifying than a fire dragon.

And now—he's right in front of Harry.

Ginny's face turned pale and she fainted on Luna's shoulder.

Ron quickly grabbed Dumbledore's arm. "Please do something!"

Mrs. Weasley stood up and screamed, "Arthur! Stop the game!"

Mr. Weasley was also startled and squawked, "Cluck cluck cluck!"

Patrolmen, please save Harry!

How did this thing even get into the competition?! Rubeus Hagrid Hagrid!

"Please allow me to explain for Hagrid," Dumbledore stood up, " that the Manticore are both very intelligent."

During the Middle Ages, the International Confederation of Wizards sent 30 elite wizards to kill a Manticore had devoured wizards. After that, they had no further records of killing wizards.

"But there are records of people eating wizards' arms and legs!"

"Don't worry, Arthur. You and I both know that Harry has another Manticore isn't much of a problem for him."

And you should also trust Hagrid's expertise as a professor of the Care of Magical Creatures Class.

He could tame even a chaotic and mindless fire dragon, let alone Manticore.

"If you don't believe me, look at the screen," Dumbledore said with a smile.

Then he quietly waved his wand to clean the claw-shaped oil stains left by Ron on his arm.

On the screen, the Manticore did not launch an attack.

Even if you only look at his head and ignore his strangely arranged teeth, you'll be able to tell the difference.

They might mistakenly think he is a charming gentleman.

He didn't move his body slightly until Harry walked out of the tunnel, gripped his wand, and stood in front of him.

"You must be the Harry Hagrid was talking about. You can call me Chimera."

"Chimera?"

"You really are as learned as Hagrid said."

My posture is what Muggle scholars now call a chimera (also known as a chimera), referring to an organism composed of cells with different genotypes.

I think this description is great, so I'll use it. "Chimera wagged her tail. "Since you're so knowledgeable, I can give you some advice—put down that little stick in your hand."

He doesn't work on me.

I can feel the power coursing through your blood.

That attitude might be more suitable for dealing with me.