Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

"Bell! You should focus on the duel that's waiting for you now. It's not too late to worry about other trivial matters after the duel is over!"

Hermione frowned and looked at Bell, very dissatisfied with her husband's lack of focus on priorities.

"..."

Bell was extremely aggrieved. He did not expect that even though he cared about 'real things', he would be criticized.

Bell turned his attention to his sister for help, hoping that Shanna could stand up and speak justice for him.

However, Shanna just shrugged and started enjoying her delicious lunch without saying anything.

Shanna had long been accustomed to this kind of interaction between her brother and sister-in-law, and she had long since learned to watch the fun without saying a word.

"...Okay, let's eat."

When her sister grew up, she no longer defended her brother in everything like she did when she was a child. While Bell felt sad, he could only silently accept this 'cruel' reality.

(t ^ t)

The meal ended in a slightly dull atmosphere, and Bell felt that he had not had this feeling of being unable to eat for a long time.

Facing Hermione's worried look, Bell was not unable to understand. It was as if no matter how old the child was, he was still a child in the eyes of his parents and would still be worried about letting go. Even though Hermione knew that he was strong enough to protect her,

But I still worry that he will be injured in the next duel.

(Bell: ‘Why is this example so awkward?’)

After a short rest and digestion, it was still Bell and his party of four. This time they apparated directly to the outside of the Ogu tribe.

In fact, according to Hermione, there are so many orcs in the Ogu tribe, so they should bring dozens of fighting wizards. At least they can build up their momentum.

However, Bell, who was considerate of his subordinates, did not agree to do that in the end. After all, if a conflict really broke out and a fight broke out, in front of Bell who let go of his hands and feet, whether it was a few orcs or hundreds of orcs, there would really be no chance.

What a difference.

"Here they come! They're back again!"

Just as the Apparition appeared, Bell heard the shouts of orcs coming from the Ogu tribe not far away.

It didn't take long before the gate of the Ogu tribe slowly opened, and many orcs filed out, standing in front of Bell and his party with evil faces on their faces.

"You are here earlier than I expected. Preparations for the duel will take some time to complete. Please wait here for a moment. I hope you can understand."

The leader of the old orcs said in a pleasant manner. There was no hostility towards Bell and the others from his face. It must be said that the old man is still hot.

"It's okay, we're not in a hurry, just take our time."

Bell waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care at all.

"Hehehe. If it weren't for our opposing positions, Bell, I would be very willing to make you a friend."

The old orc said with a smile, looking at Bell with a somewhat complicated look.

"Hahaha, you are too generous, uh..."

"Nerela."

Hermione leaned into Bell's ear and whispered.

"Prophet Nerela..."

"It's the shaman!"

Hermione reminded silently again.

"Ahem, Neri is satisfied, why don't we sit down and chat?"

Even though he was as thick-skinned as Bell, he felt a little embarrassed at this moment. He tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and the earth squirmed and deformed. Under the wary eyes of the orcs, a table and several chairs transformed into the open space in front of him.

.

"It's such exquisite magic control. I feel like I have lived in vain for so many years."

Waving to the orcs behind her not to be too nervous, Nerela didn't care about the fact that Bell obviously didn't remember his name before. Still with a gentle smile on his face, he walked out of the crowd alone and sat down where Bell had transformed.

out of the chair.

"Is this the seat you humans use? What material is it made of? How can it be so soft and comfortable?"

Although he does not know how to use transformation, Nerela is still very clear about some basic knowledge about magic. He can sense that the magic inside these tables and chairs dissipates very slowly, which means that the magic that makes up these exquisite furniture

The materials must all exist in nature, otherwise, its structure would not be so stable.

"It's woven and filled using fibers from a variety of plants."

Bell replied with a smile.

Don't ask him what kind of plants he has, or how he uses those plants to make these materials. He is just an ordinary wizard who can only use magic to analyze and copy various items.

As for how those items were made?

It's too complicated for him to understand.

"Plants!? This is so... surprising!"

Nerira's hand stroking the seat paused, and after taking a look at Bell and the others, the wonder in her eyes became even stronger.

He didn't think Bell would deceive him about this kind of thing, that is to say, this smooth and soft fabric and the soft filling inside it really came from plants.

This simply overturned the old orc's knowledge for decades.

The orcs are a race that makes a living by hunting. They hardly cultivate any plants. Therefore, the orcs’ clothing and the mats they use to sit and lie on are all made of the furs of various beasts.

, only some orcs who are weak and unable to hunt enough prey will choose to use plants to make clothes out of desperation.

As time goes by, in the minds of the orcs, plants and weakness are gradually equated. Some orcs with more extreme ideas are not even willing to use tough trees, but choose to polish stones instead.

It was precisely because of this understanding that Nerela was very surprised when she learned from Bell that such exquisite items could be made from plants.

"If you like it, I can give you some furniture, accessories, etc. later. Believe me, many of the treasures in the eyes of you orcs may be just common items to us humans."

"Hehe, maybe."

Faced with Bell's slightly "arrogant" speech, Nerela did not angrily deny it in order to maintain the dignity of the orcs.

There are many things that cannot be narrowed by mere verbal denial. Even after just two brief encounters, Nerela can see from the details that compared with humans, their orcs are inferior in living standards and strength.

In terms of level, there is indeed a big gap.

To be honest, Nerela is a little in awe of the human race, and he also yearns for these exquisite furniture items. But even so, he will definitely not surrender.

Even if he knows that there is little hope, he will try his best to seize that glimmer of 'life'!