Harry Potter and the Beyonder Heir

December 25th, Christmas.

This day is very significant for Western countries, many families will prepare for family gatherings, frame Christmas trees, or exchange gifts, and few people will choose to travel alone.

This is true even in the wizarding world.

Today, however, Wilkes is still in France.

France, a place full of romantic love stories, is famous for its wines and perfumes, which make both men and women yearn for it.

Wilkes came here not for them, of course, but because he had received intelligence that there was a tribe of trolls in the forest of Landes in France.

The Landes forest, densely covered with towering and stout pine trees, the ground is thick with shrubs, the air is humid, and it is secluded, full of beasts, and few people will go deep here.

Not to mention Christmas Day.

Early in the morning, the morning fog was ethereal, and the sky had just broken.

In the depths of the Lande Forest in no man’s land, between the towering tree trunks, a black shadow flew by at great speed.

At this time, the black shadow suddenly grabbed a branch with both hands, circled it for a circle, flew to the ground, and finally supported the ground with one hand and landed on the ground.

As soon as it fell to the ground, the figure half-squatted on the ground, stretched out a hand, and gently stroked a pothole in the ground, and there were still some water stains in the pit.

Then, the figure raised his head slightly and looked at the ground in front of him, there were also countless potholes on the ground, and they all pointed in the same direction, and the earth and rocks flew on the way, and the water flowed.

“Troll’s footprints, just left…” The figure looked in that direction with torch, muttered, and slowly got up.

When the faint morning sun falls through the dense leaves, the full picture of this figure can be seen.

Dressed in black with a special scale pattern, his left hand wrapped in bandages is covered with five rings inlaid with black gemstones, and a mask hides his face.

Exactly Wilkes.

Wilkes did not stop, began to follow the footprints on the ground, groped away, and on the way also turned the ring on his hand, took out a map, and carefully compared it.

“Fortunately, the shop owner didn’t lie to me,… Hehe, even if you can’t attack others in the store in Sternlake, I have to let him know the consequences of deceiving me. Wilkes’s eyes slowly soothed.

He’s been here for the third day.

Three days ago, Wilkes was in the black market of Sterlake, looking around for news of the trolls’ gathering place, but it was almost fruitless.

Until I came across a specialized shopkeeper, and coincidentally, that store was the wizard Wilkes had just entered the black market and met on the street, manipulating trolls.

After much deliberation and a price of a thousand galleons, he finally got his wish and got the news about the gathering place of European monsters, which is located in France, in the forest of Landes.

However, in the blink of an eye, two days have passed, and the environment here is not only humid, but also makes people feel irritable involuntarily, and the most helpless thing is that he has not gained anything at all.

And wearing a dragging wizard’s robe, it was simply difficult for Wilkes to move in this dense forest full of bushes.

In just two days, because of the bushes and thorns hidden in the shadows, he had already lost three sets of wizard robes.

Fortunately, today I finally got something.

Troll’s Trail!

Wilkes felt that he should not be far from the goal, and the footprint in this place, which was still very “fresh”, should have been left in a few hours.

He walked through the bushes in a fit figure, crouching down from time to time to check the clearer footprints on the ground.

“It’s almost here, the footprints are clearly visible here!” Wilkes said to himself, looking into the distance with a smile that he finally had a smile.

Immediately, his movements quickened, and he quickly walked through the bushes, no longer wearing a dragging wizard’s robe like before, like walking on thin ice.

Even if it was full of thorns, Wilkes passed it directly, and the clothes on his body were not damaged at all.

Only a wizard who is very knowledgeable can recognize after seeing this set of clothes on his body, and the whole of this dress is actually made of dragon skin.

And looking at the special pattern above, it is still made of dragon skin from the dragon skin, which is excellent in defense against the magic spell of the “Black Dragon of the Hessidies”.

That’s right, this is indeed the dragon skin of the black dragon of the Hirsidian Islands, a specially made set of power.

Wilkes had enough of wearing a dragging wizard’s robe and looking for trolls in the dense forest, and with a deep pocket, he directly waved his hand and traded half of the dragon skin of the black dragon of the Hirsidies Islands in Credence.

Not only to facilitate movement in the dense forest, but also because the dragon skin of the black dragon of the Hessidian Islands has very good spell resistance.

This gives him another layer of security.

After all, no one knows what kind of danger he will encounter during this journey, or it is foolproof.

At this time, Wilkes kept pulling away the bushes that blocked his vision, but suddenly, his fast footsteps stopped abruptly, hurriedly retreated, and his body regained into the vegetation behind him.

“This is … A gathering place for trolls!? A flash of greed flashed in Wilkes’s only exposed eyes, and he muttered:

“Finally found it for me!”

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(ps: how about making up tomorrow?) Shh ）_

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