Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 148 Thunderbird

Just as Murphy was about to Apparate, a bolt of lightning struck him, interrupting his spell.

Then a pair of huge bird claws pressed down on Murphy, slamming him to the ground with tons of force.

Thunderbirds are enormous; this one is almost the size of a truck and weighs at least three or four tons.

In an instant, Murphy felt as if all the bones in his body had shattered.

Fortunately, after undergoing the transformation of a high-level Magus, his physical strength far exceeded that of an ordinary person. Although this attack broke several of his bones, it was not enough to kill him.

But the Thunderbird didn't stop its actions. It seemed determined to completely kill Murphy, raising its claws to prepare for a second stomp.

Murphy immediately transformed into a raven, emerging from under the Thunderbird's feet to avoid the attack. He then blended into the flock of crows, attempting to escape the Thunderbird's pursuit.

The crows were terrified by the arrival of the Thunderbird and scattered in all directions, cawing loudly, "Divine Bird! Divine Bird! The Divine Bird and Moga are fighting..."

But they didn't fly too far away, and continued to whisper among themselves around them.

The flock of crows provided Murphy with excellent cover, and he didn't believe anyone could recognize him among the more than a thousand crows.

To his surprise, the Thunderbird only hesitated for a moment before fixing its gaze on him again. With a wide-open beak, several bolts of lightning burst forth, blasting several crows that had not had time to dodge into pieces.

What's going on?!

How did this guy discover himself?

Murphy didn't understand, but with his extraordinary mobility, he managed to dodge the Thunderbird's attack again. However, he was also in great pain. The Animagus transformation could not heal his injuries, and with each flap of his wings, the pain in his body intensified.

Let's leave here first and treat our injuries.

Thinking of this, he immediately rushed towards the wand on the ground, with the Thunderbird following closely behind. Just then, the petrified lizard that he had just knocked unconscious shook its head and actually woke up.

The moment it opened its eyes, it saw a crow and a thunderbird flying towards it, which startled it so much that it instinctively spat out a mouthful of venom.

This turn of events was completely unexpected for Murphy. He spun around to the side to dodge, but was still splashed with venom on his left wing. He immediately felt a sense of sluggishness and stiffness, and that feeling was rapidly spreading to other parts of his body.

Oh no, it's petrifying venom!

The raven is too small and its blood flow is too fast; if this continues, it will soon turn to stone.

Without hesitation, Murphy reverted to his wizard form. Looking down, he saw that his left arm had almost completely turned to stone, and the grayish-white color was spreading over his shoulder and moving towards his chest.

With a wave of his hand, the wand automatically jumped into his hand from the ground, but he did not immediately Apparate.

He must first administer the antidote to himself, otherwise, even if he leaves, he will be destined to become a statue.

"The box is flying in!"

Having come to capture the petrified lizards, how could Murphy not prepare a potion to cure petrification?

Inside the Seamless Stretch Box are two bottles of potions made from mandrake juice, which can effectively remove petrification whether taken internally or applied externally.

The seamless stretching box immediately jumped up from the ground next to the petrified lizard, eager to leap into Murphy's hands.

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the box, a giant claw suddenly appeared from the side, grabbed the box, and then retracted its claw.

With a loud "bang!", the box was smashed open.

Suddenly, it was as if a white hole had been opened between the claws of a thunderbird, and countless things exploded out of it like fireworks.

Clothes, food, guns, bombs, medicine, wooden crates, iron racks, medical equipment, and even beds, cabinets, televisions, and so on—in an instant, enough items to fill an entire warehouse poured out of that spatial hole.

This unexpected turn of events even startled the Thunderbird, which quickly flapped its wings and took flight.

Murphy, quick as a flash, shouted, "Mandelabra juice, fly over! White sap, fly over!"

Three or four bottles of potions flew out from the mess. Murphy, who only had one right hand left, had to put his wand back on his waist, grab the potions one by one, and put them on the ground.

The petrification had spread to his left chest, and he felt as if his heart was about to freeze. His vision was going black in waves, but he still found the bottle of mandrake juice and poured it all into his mouth in one gulp.

Just as he was searching for the White Essence, the Thunderbird seemed to be startled by the gushing, mountain-like mass of things. With a sharp cry, it suddenly unleashed a burst of lightning, striking the mass.

Murphy heard the chirping, looked up, and saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat.

"No!"

But it was too late to stop it. The lightning struck various things, clothes and papers were instantly ignited, and the chemicals exploded. Even more terrifying, a bolt of lightning struck a bag of explosives.

Murphy grabbed a vial of potion from the ground with his left hand, which had just regained consciousness, and then leaped into the air despite his injuries, reaching for his wand to prepare to Apparate.

But he was a moment too slow; the flames of the explosion instantly engulfed everything, followed by a series of secondary explosions.

"Boom boom boom!"

Amidst a series of explosions, Murphy, his body charred black, burst out of the flames and crashed to the ground some distance away with a thud.

"Cough, cough..."

His right lung was pierced by a piece of shattered glass, causing him to cough up blood and foam continuously. His left eye seemed to have lost all vision, and his ears were filled with a buzzing sound.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the bottle of medicine in his left hand.

It's alright, he still has the White Dew Essence. Drinking it will restore him to the point where he can move again, and then he can leave this place.

His bones felt like they were all broken, and he could barely move a single finger, but he still dragged his left hand, as if it had taken an entire century, to finally bring the vial of medicine to his eyes.

Just as he was about to bite open the bottle cap and drink the potion, the words on the bottle suddenly made him freeze.

"Dictamnus dasycarpus-based growth promoters"

It's not artificial flavoring!

While it is true that dictamnus extract is derived from dictamnus flavoring, its effect is merely to accelerate cell division. Without the assistance of other components in dictamnus flavoring, the extract would indiscriminately promote the reproduction of any cell, including bacteria.

It is a biological agent that can be used to create T-cell therapy drugs, and Andrew even tried to use it to accelerate the Animagus potion, but it is not a drug at all.

If a person drinks it, there is a high probability that its effects will cause all the cells in their body to divide at a hundred times the speed, resulting in either cancer throughout the body or rapid aging.

Applying it to wounds might indeed heal the wounds due to accelerated cell division, but it's more likely to cause various tissue proliferations, turning a person into a deformed monster.

"Fuck!"

He did just say "White Bean Flying Over!", so it's true that one of the bottles of White Bean essence that flew over was White Bean Promoter. It's just that he was unlucky and chose poison from among those life-saving potions.

"There's still a chance. Right, the wand, the wand..."

Blood loss and pain began to cloud his consciousness, and he was about to check on the wand when...

Suddenly, with a thud, something hit him beside him. Murphy was startled, and his right eye, which still allowed him to see, caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a thick bird claw.

The next moment, he saw the Thunderbird again.

Smoke and dust howled, forming a terrifying tornado, which rose up in the flames, its body engulfed in fire, like the legendary phoenix. However, the fire was also scorching the thunderbird's flesh, causing it to scream in agony.

It seems to have gone mad.

(End of this chapter)