Chapter 328: Magic Resistance

In the brazier, the water in the copper kettle boiled. When it bubbled, the room fell into a brief silence.

Hagrid looked left and right at himself, and seeing no change, he sniffed the remaining cookies in confusion.

Outside the house, a dull, thunderous barking sounded, and a black boarhound was stepping over from the edge of the pumpkin patch.

"Fang!"

Hagrid exclaimed, then ran out of the hut,

"I think it's Fang who's back. He's very gentle, you'll like him."

So only Jia Siting was left in the hut.

He stared at the pumpkin patch outside for a long time. He recalled the giant's extremely high ability to weaken magic.

A giant's thick skin acts like a natural armor, capable of deflecting or weakening the power of spells.

In the Order of the Phoenix, when Umbridge of the Ministry of Magic wanted to drive Hagrid out of Hogwarts, she led Aurors to forcibly arrest him. Professor McGonagall, who protected him, was hit by multiple spells from the Aurors and her combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. Hagrid, however, remained unscathed after being hit by multiple spells and was able to fight his way out.

There are many such examples, such as Hagrid facing a group of Death Eaters in the Battle of the Astronomy Tower. The Death Eaters' spells could do nothing to him, and they could only use fire to burn the hut to distract him.

These examples are enough to show: spells or transformations of average intensity cannot do anything to a giant.

Therefore, the dosage must be increased.

Jia Siting took out all his previous inventory from his bag, about five identical Kneazle transformation cookies.

Actually, these cookies were originally called Mrs. Norris cookies, and the name was changed later for easier sales.

The door "creaked" open. Behind the piles of feed sacks and pet supply boxes on the floor, a wide figure appeared, leading a black, fierce-looking boarhound.

"Looks like Fang likes you."

Hagrid said, letting Fang go. Fang immediately leaped toward Jia Siting to lick his ears. Like Hagrid, Fang obviously wasn't as fierce as his appearance suggested.

When Jia Siting used Transfiguration to create a bone and threw it out, Hagrid stuffed another cookie into his mouth. Unsurprisingly, nothing happened.

"I think these cookies are probably ineffective on me. It's okay, child, I'm used to it."

Although Hagrid said so, he showed a pitiful look.

He held the remaining cookies, seemingly wondering what would happen if he ate these three different ones together... grow a deer head, cat claws, and owl wings?

"Can't eat them at the same time."

Jia Siting reminded him silently.

Each transformation cookie carries his unique will. What would happen if they were eaten together, even he, as the creator, couldn't imagine.

But it is highly likely that the magic power carrying different wills would conflict, and the magic used for transformation would rampage in the user's body, not much different from a magical riot.

"Oh, of course, of course you can't eat them together. Ha, how could anyone think of eating them together... even a fool wouldn't..."

Hagrid laughed, full of guilt, and finally gave in under Jia Siting's long gaze,

"As long as there's no trouble, it's considered lucky—"

He picked up the cookie box quickly; he couldn't care about so much anymore.

"I still have some."

When Jia Siting spoke, Hagrid's movements froze in mid-air. The cookie in his hand was neither to be eaten nor put down.

Finally, he was flushed red.

"I don't have much of an appetite right now."

He said.

The stone-built brazier in the center of the hut was over a meter in diameter. The matching giant copper kettle was taken down by Hagrid. Although it wasn't the time yet, he just wanted to keep himself busy now.

Jia Siting took out the last five in stock from his bag and handed them to Hagrid. The giant, who had been full of longing, was instead a bit reserved.

"This looks very valuable. It must have been very difficult to grab so many from those wizards. If you give them all to me, what will you play with yourself?"

He rubbed his hands, looking at Jia Siting with his eyes.

It was indeed quite difficult. If Shopkeeper Gert knew he had so much in stock, he would definitely come to trouble him. Today, the shopkeeper's collection owl hadn't even come yet... the irritability of that owl was almost catching up to Mr. Owl.

Jia Siting shook his head:

"Try it, it's okay."

Hagrid felt that today must be his lucky day. He ate the five cookies in two or three bites, then rubbed his stomach and winked at Jia Siting:

"Oh, I never thought in my life that I could transform into an animal. Merlin's beard—thank you so much, Jia Siting. And that alchemy master who invented the transformation cookies. If I could see him, I would definitely have to send him some rock cakes..."

When Hagrid was muttering to himself, Jia Siting, who had been thanked twice, said nothing, just looking forward to the occurrence of the change with Hagrid.

Different wizards will produce different transformations on the same animal. Some people are black cats, and some people might be white cats.

So can this transformation... be guided?

Jia Siting suddenly had this question in his mind.

There are quite a few types of cats: Norwegian Forest cats and Maine Coons that can withstand severe cold; and sand dune cats that live in the desert...

Magic is such an existence; the more you know, the more you master, the more powerful you will be. So Jia Siting wrote this conjecture in his mind.

Just as Jia Siting was thinking, Hagrid's excited face gradually cooled down. Cat fur grew on his face, and then, there was no then...

The air fell into an eerie silence. Hagrid touched the fur on his face:

"Look, at least there's some, right?"

The cold wind passing through the treetops at the edge of the Forbidden Forest blew, making the pumpkin patch outside the hut rustle.

Jia Siting was also a bit helpless. High magic resistance doesn't seem to be a good thing forever.

Just when Hagrid had given up hope, an owl that looked very fierce streaked across the gray-blue sky. It crashed into the window of Hagrid's hut, forcing the window open.

Then it threw down a package and a letter and flew away.

"What a brave owl—"

Hagrid exclaimed loudly, and recognized at a glance that it was a Howler:

Its envelope was red. After Jia Siting received it, the four corners of the envelope began to smoke. If it wasn't opened in time, there would be serious consequences.

"My dear boss, if you want to see your joke shop not torn down by angry wizards during the holidays, send me some transformation cookies—for! five! whole! days! I haven't received anything, except for the news that you are still busy!

Hopefully, a famous alchemist like you, who is comparable to Master Nicolas Flamel, can remember that you still have a small industry in Diagon Alley,

And there is a poor shopkeeper witch in this small industry... she is about to be driven crazy by crazy customers!"

The Howler's voice was deafening, and after reading the content of the letter, it automatically burned away. ===== CHAPTER 329 =====