Brent blinked in an attempt to adjust his vision from the safety of Hogwarts to the uncertainty of...

...the forest? Well, this was different. The last two challenges had started out in snow and freezing weather, and now they'd done a complete three hundred sixty degree turn for challenge four. He found himself thankful in some ways, but in other ways? Not so much. He had grown used to the spells he'd cast to protect himself from the elements of the last two challenges, but he'd be a fool to think the designers of IMPS would keep presenting him with situations he'd grown accustomed to.

His gaze moved from the tall trees to the vegetation around him, and he was suddenly aware of how hot it was here in the forest. A movement just ahead of him caught his attention, and his eyes landed on a streeler making its way past him. He quickly noted that although the creature was bred on several different continents, it was native to Africa. A clue? Maybe. People kept streelers as pets, though, so was the snail an immediate threat to him? He doubted it. A look ahead showed him two erumpents not minding him at all but rather keeping to themselves. More African beasts. There were many facts he recalled about erumpents, but right now, the thought most prominent in his mind was that the creatures usually didn't attack unless they were provoked. So thanks, but no, thanks. He wouldn't be provoking any erumpents today.

His mind raced with different sorts of plans, and he might have gone through with one of them, had the high-pitched, twittering song of a fwooper not reached his ears. A freakin' fwooper, of all things. He made note of two points--one, that the fwooper was in the distance for now, and two, that it was yet another African creature.

Alright, alright, he got the point. He was in Africa, and this was a creatures-related challenge. He'd previously narrowed it down to that much, based on the magical subjects he'd been presented with in the last three challenges. Also, wasn't there something about a fwooper's feathers that had ties to Ancient Runes? Something about the number four? Brent still hated Runes, but he had to give it total props for helping him out in this whole IMPS competition.

He gave a soft sigh before remembering that he absolutely had to do something about this heat. First off, he did not need the winter hat he'd put on as a 'just in case' piece of attire. It was May, but why wouldn't he have brought it along considering the last two challenges? A few charms came to Brent's mind, but in the end, he settled on one that he thought would best come to his aid out here in the middle of an IMPS challenge. After all, he couldn't just walk around casting on himself every five seconds or so. He needed something more permanent and something that wouldn't require his wand's undivided attention. So with a careful eye on the environment around him, Brent placed his winter hat in his left palm and turned his wand toward it. "Inanimatus Conjurus Glass Jar!" he exclaimed.

He held his hand steady, not wanting to break anything, as he waited for the spell to hopefully take effect. Soon enough, he was holding a small, glass jar in the palm of his hand. Brent carefully placed the jar onto the ground in front of him, and then he again pointed his wand forward. He called out the incantation for Bluebell Flames, and he watched as bright blue flames burst into the jar. SWEET! His plan was unfolding beautifully! Whether it ended up working or not was a different story, but for now, things seemed to be coming along just as he'd hoped they would. Just one more step in the process, and he'd hopefully beat the heat as he progressed through what he assumed to be an African forest. He waved his wand above his head then cast a Flame-freezing Charm into the jar. Now if his plan worked, that last charm would change the effects of the Bluebell Flames and give him a nice, summer breeze to walk around with. And if it didn't work? Well, he'd just abandon it and come up with 'Plan B', whatever that might be. He scooped up the jar and held it in his hand.

With that done, he wasn't getting anywhere just standing around. He quickly cast a Feather-light Charm on himself in hopes of moving through the forest without snapping the first twig or crunching a single leaf. He started to end it there, but at the last second, he added in a Supersensory Charm for obvious reasons. And as for that mucus compliments of the streeler? "Impervius!" he called out, casting the spell on both his shoes and the bottom of his legs. On that note, he stepped forward, jar in one hand and his wand in the other.