Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 146 American Cousin

What does it feel like to fly at Mach 3?

First, you will feel silence.

No sound can keep up with your speed, and all external noises cannot reach your ears.

As the outside world recedes into the distance, you gradually begin to hear the sounds of your own body. First, you hear the pulsation of your blood vessels, then your breathing, and then gradually, you seem to be able to feel the peristalsis of your internal organs and the contraction of your muscles.

Secondly, you will completely lose your sense of distance.

You soar high in the sky, with the vast earth stretching out before you. There are no distance references in any direction, only the ever-passing clouds to tell you just how fast you are flying.

Third, you'll feel so excited you'll want to scream.

Extreme speed always gets your blood pumping.

But Murphy didn't scream. He was now a raven, and his beak was stuck in a titanium alloy shell, so he couldn't open it at all. He could only look at the scenery to calm his excited mood.

Behind his small goggles, his gaze casually swept across the ground. His ultra-long-range vision allowed him to see people on the ground even thousands of meters in the air.

But soon, the pleasure of this observation was gone, because he had flown out of San Francisco and below lay a jungle and farmland.

Then he saw another city, but half a minute later, it was left behind. He then saw a small lake, then a city, then mountains and forests, then another city, then mountains and forests. After several cycles, he saw a canyon.

He covered a thousand kilometers and reached his destination in just over ten minutes.

He was about to slow down when a storm cloud appeared ahead of him without him noticing.

During the high-speed flight, he didn't have time to turn before he plunged into it. Several bright flashes of lightning flashed before his eyes, and he seemed to see a huge silhouette. Then, with a bang, he felt a momentary obstruction, as if he had passed through something, and then he burst out of the storm cloud.

What the heck?

He immediately slowed down, and after finally managing to brake below the speed of sound, he heard a piercing bird cry coming from the storm clouds behind him.

Perhaps because they were both birds, he could hear pain and anger in the sound.

Then, with a whoosh, the storm cloud suddenly opened a crack, and a large bird, its body gleaming gold and as beautiful as the sun, burst out from within.

It was an extremely beautiful bird, with a head like an eagle, a body as big as a truck, and three pairs of wings, the largest of which had a wingspan estimated to be over ten meters.

However, at this moment, a large hole appeared in its second wing on the right side, almost splitting the wing in two. The wing was completely broken off, leaving only a little flesh hanging down, constantly dripping blood that shimmered with electricity.

Uh……

That was obviously something he had just created.

At Mach 3, in his raven form, he is a cannonball. With his titanium alloy helmet, he becomes an armor-piercing projectile. No flesh and blood can withstand such an impact.

The Thunderbird is capable of stirring up wind and thunder, and it was clearly unfortunate that it was positioned directly in front of its own flight path just now.

Suddenly, the Thunderbird let out a long cry, its golden eyes fixed on him. Murphy understood the expression: "You're the one who created me! I'm going to kill you!"

Brother, if I said I really didn't do it on purpose, would you believe me?

The Thunderbird flapped its largest pair of wings and swooped down, but its movements were noticeably uncoordinated, clearly due to the broken small wing causing it to lose its balance.

Seeing that things were not going well, Murphy accelerated and prepared to escape, but the Thunderbird roared again, wind and thunder gathered, and a storm cloud appeared out of thin air in front of Murphy. Then, a bolt of lightning struck Murphy, causing his vision to go black and him to fall directly from the sky.

After plummeting hundreds of meters in an instant, Murphy suddenly snapped awake. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a huge mouth open, about to swallow him whole.

In a flash, he accelerated and leaped forward, dodging the Thunderbird's attack. However, the immense wind pressure from the Thunderbird's charge threw him off balance, and his titanium alloy bird helmet was blown away. Murphy was spinning, and instinctively opened his mouth and bit the thing that was passing in front of him, which seemed to be the edge of a small wing.

With a sharp tear, Murphy heard another painful cry and was shocked to find that he had bitten the already injured little wing and, while the latter was writhing in pain, tore off the wing that was only connected by a little bit of skin and flesh.

Pale golden blood rain immediately covered Murphy's entire body, and the crackling electric sparks made his whole body tingle.

The Thunderbird went completely berserk. It roared in fury, and countless lightning bolts, like fences, scattered from its body, instantly filling the air with the smell of ozone.

Oh no, I've really angered them now.

Murphy dared not linger any longer. He immediately transformed into human form, drew his wand, and Apparated away from where he stood. He jumped behind a heavily eroded rock and Apparated again. After using Apparition several times, he could no longer see the poor Thunderbird. But its angry cries still echoed from afar, mournful and incessant.

I'm sorry, bro, I really didn't mean to.

Once he was sure that the Thunderbird could not see him, Murphy transformed into a raven and flew into the sky again. However, this time he dared not fly so fast. He only hovered in the air at subsonic speed, searching for traces of the petrified lizard.

However, after searching for more than two hours, his eyes were almost worn out, but he still couldn't find the location of the petrified lizard.

He landed on a bare tree, wondering if the explorer was exaggerating and maybe he had never even seen a petrified lizard.

Suddenly, a crow landed beside him.

It was a North American raven, but smaller than the raven Murphy had transformed into. Its feathers, in Murphy's current four-color vision, displayed a bluish-purple metallic sheen, which was very... beautiful.

"Caw-caw-" The crow suddenly cawed twice at him.

For some inexplicable reason, Murphy understood; it was something like, "You are very strong."

Murphy: "Gah."

It means: "Oh."

"Gu-Gu-" (Can you dance for me?)

Murphy: "Huh? Huh huh!"

What kind of nonsense is this? Get out of here.

The crow moved aside, but then came right back, cawing softly ("My house is very big, do you want to come and see it?").

Murphy: "!!"

Help!

This bird wants to get on me!

He finally understood: the female crow was courting him!

It's springtime, a season of vibrant life, and birds going into mating season is perfectly normal, but... I'm a wizard! Are you kidding me?!

Oh, well, now I am indeed a bird.

Murphy was just about to take off and nip this forbidden love in the bud when a sudden thought struck him, and he stopped.

"Gah-gah...gah?"

"Do you know where there's a giant reptile around that can turn animals into immovable stones?"

The Grand Canyon is so big, and he's a complete stranger in the area, where would he even begin to look? He might as well ask these American folks.

(End of this chapter)