57: The Bird in the Forest and the Lion in the Mountain

57: The Bird in the Forest and the Lion in the Mountain

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Gryffindor stood beside John, settling comfortably on a tree and said, "Heh! In this forest, there is a small golden bird called the Golden Snidget. You need to find it."

"...Are you sure it's here?" John glanced at the enormous forest, which resembled the Forbidden Forest. Finding a person here would be difficult enough, let alone a bird the size of a Golden Snitch.

"Hahaha! Of course, it's here. Now don't tell me you are already feeling distressed. Ah! And one more thing, you'd better find it before nightfall, or other things will appear."

With that, Gryffindor looked like he was enjoying the show. John decided to start searching right away.

He began his search in the forest. The Golden Snidget was a very fast bird, much like the Golden Snitch, making it hard to catch.

Finding a Golden Snitch in Quidditch was already a headache, and now John felt like he was searching for a needle in a haystack.

After walking for a long time without any sign of the Golden Snidget, John decided to change his approach.

He raised his wand and aimed at a tree.

"Reducto!"

The white light hit the tree, instantly blasting it apart. The massive disturbance caused a flock of birds to take flight.

John carefully watched the flock of birds but saw no golden glimmers among them.

"In that case, let's have a bombardment," he said.

Without hesitation, John used his flying boots to ascend into the air and began bombarding in all directions.

Each Reducto spell landed on the ground, causing explosions and shaking the forest.

Even Gryffindor was taken aback by his approach, surprised that someone would choose such a direct method to find the Golden Snidget.

However, upon closer thought, John's method made sense.

The Golden Snidget was a sensitive bird with incredibly fast flight.

Before danger could arrive, the Golden Snidget would likely have already evaded by flying away.

In other words, John's approach, though seemingly reckless, was actually quite clever.

"A wise wizard, quickly spotting the most efficient method. But you're still too young," Gryffindor murmured with a smile.

"This method is indeed efficient, but it consumes a lot of magic. You can't sustain it for long."

A human-shaped bomber?

Gryffindor was ready to watch John run out of steam and fail.Alll latest novels at novelhall.com

However, after a while, as John's magic began to deplete, he pulled out a small bag and retrieved a bottle of restorative potion.

"Glug glug glug."

With one swift gulp, John's magical energy started to replenish.

Immediately, he began a new round of bombardments.

Gryffindor was stunned by this maneuver. "I can't believe he has more."

He couldn't fathom how someone could sustain such a relentless attack, even with potions.

As John downed one bottle after another, Gryffindor became increasingly bewildered.

"Isn't he supposed to be Muggle-born? How does he have more potions than ancient pure-blood families?"

Looking at the towering mountain, he took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, his breath turned white.

"Is it getting colder?"

He glanced around in surprise, noticing snowflakes drifting down. John realized that if he didn't speed up, he might not complete the trial.

Reaching the foot of the mountain, he began his ascent step by step.

The snow grew heavier, accompanied by howling winds. John felt his body freezing.

At first, he could still see the path, but as time went on, everything in front of him turned white.

John struggled forward.

On the way, he encountered a white-furred yeti.

The yeti roared and charged at John. If it hit him, John would be out of commission for a while.

With a stern expression, John dodged the yeti's charge at the last moment. Without hesitation, he drew his wand and cast a spell at the yeti's head.

The yeti tumbled down the mountain, forming a giant snowball.

John thought it was over, but when he turned around, he saw a whole group of white-furred yetis.

"You call this a test?"

John's lips moved, but he refrained from cursing.

John cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, intending to sneak around the yetis.

However, he underestimated their sense of smell. As he passed by, one of the yetis detected him.

The yeti opened its mouth to roar, but John's piercing gaze stopped it in its tracks, activating his intimidation.

The white-furred yeti froze, and John had already drawn the Sword Iron Wick.

"Ego sum draco." (A/N: I changed the rune enchantment - "I am the dragon" to its Latin translation)

Flames ignited along the blade, and John slashed through the yeti's body.

The yeti fell, its wounds engulfed in fire.

"It seems intimidation works on these Yetis."

John's eyes narrowed dangerously. A group of yetis blocked his path, and he decided not to hold back any longer.

Gripping the sword with both hands, he shouted, "Come on!"

His intimidation activated, causing every yeti he looked at to freeze.

With the Sword of Iron Wick continuously slashing, the number of yetis visibly dwindled.

In the end, there were no snowmen standing next to John.

He held the sword tightly and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

Gryffindor also saw this scene. He climbed to the top of the mountain and the snow stopped.

Gryffindor was already waiting for him here, and now there was only one last test left.

The brave sword.

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