"Mathilda, the wisdom of the centaurs is praiseworthy. The Ministry of Magic still believes that the centaurs are magical creatures with 'near human intelligence' according to Article 15 of the Magical Animal Control Division. This is a mistake and I also think that this is a great insult …" Allen paused as he carefully observed Mathilda's expression. "I can't make the decision for the entire Ministry of Magic and you can't make the decision for all centaurs. But if we don't adopt a more positive attitude … we can let the British Ministry of Magic set the right example and allow your centaurs to be reclassified as' human '. This will be more representative and will also allow us wizards and centaurs to have a better life. Don't put yourself through more hardships just because you don't want to share the identity of a human with dark creatures like harpies, witches, and vampires."
Humans, Beasts, and Spirits were the three classifications that the Ministry of Magic categorized all the creatures in the Ministry of Magic. This classification was established by the then head of the Ministry of Magic, Grogan Stapleton in 1811. The definition of 'human' was any creature that had enough intelligence to understand the laws of the magical society and shoulder part of the responsibility for the creation of these laws. 'Beasts' were creatures that did not have enough intelligence to understand the laws of the magical society and shoulder part of the responsibility for the creation of these laws. 'Beasts' were creatures that did not have enough intelligence to understand the laws of the magical society and shoulder part of the responsibility for the creation of these laws. As for the last classification, 'Spirits' were not accepted by the spirits. They were always protesting and complaining, which made them seem like a 'thing of the past'. It was only until the then head of the Wizard Council, Elfrida Krag, redefined them that the spirits that had enough intelligence to protest and protest finally stopped.
"Eren, I know you are truly thinking for the centaurs, but even if I agree, the centaurs in my tribe will not be happy … … Tradition has caused us to lose the ability to change, but this is also the pride of the centaurs." Mathilda's deep eyes looked towards the Star Lake. Her tribesmen were either sitting or lying around the Star Lake. "That is why I cannot accept your help. But I can guarantee that those pure-blooded wizards will not be able to sow discord anymore. Your appearance here tonight is enough for me to convince most of the centaurs and make them feel at ease … Also, I can promise you that in the future, you don't have to worry about the safety of the little Hogwarts that enter this forbidden forest. My tribesmen and I will secretly look after them. Even though the centaurs may not speak well to normal wizards, but when they see innocent foals in danger, they will still be happy to help."
"Mathilda, I will not let the centaurs suffer for no reason. When I return, I will consider a more detailed plan … Also, if you are able to convince your tribesmen to change their minds, feel free to tell me." Seeing the other party's insistence, Allen decided not to say anything else for the time being. He understood in his heart that the other party had decided to bear the losses brought by the expansion of the Hogwarts because he had given them the Moonstone back then.
After Allen left, the wind blew across the Star Lake, creating ripples. Mathilda stood up from its kneeling position, its sturdy horse body emitting a maroon luster. It raised its two front legs and neighed towards the sky. The centaurs around it with different sizes and manes of different colors immediately rushed towards its direction.
Mathilda simply told her tribesmen about Allen's visit. Just as she finished speaking, the originally silent centaurs could not help but become restless.
"I agree with the Chieftain's words. According to the philosophy of the Magi, this place was originally the territory of the Hogwarts. We live here, so we should make certain compromises." The centaur Ronan's voice was gloomy and sorrowful, attracting the support of some of his supporters.
"But Ronan, if it is to ensure Allen's safety, I am willing to sacrifice my life for him. We had previously promised to let Allen's friendship with us centaurs be forever engraved in our hearts … …" Bain was the first to voice out his opinion. "But if it is other Magi, then this is too shameful. We are not the slaves of those humans."
"Helping humans is a lowly action. Chieftain, don't tell me that we are going to be ordered around by humans like ordinary mules?" Bain's words caused many of the hot-blooded centaurs to boil as they roared in agreement.
"Listen to me … … After Allen publicly defeated that person who must not be named … … You have all seen the recent astrological signs. Instead, Mars has become even brighter." Seeing her tribesmen unable to come to an agreement, Mathilda's dignified voice resounded through this space. "The war is more intense than we imagined. If we want to continue living here, then just relying on a neutral attitude is not enough … … Tonight will be a sunny day, I want to observe the stars … … Ronan, bring me some sage and mallow. I want to burn them at night to further interpret the results of the star observation."
Seeing Mathilda's final response, the centaurs did not say anything else and could only disperse.
Even though the Chieftain had made her decision, the centaurs still felt uneasy when they thought about what the pure-blooded Magi had said. When they thought about the possibility of becoming neighbors with a terrifying and mystical creature like a Fire Dragon.
And with the passage of time, the centaurs were unable to sit or lie down on the lush and soft grass growing on the hillside. They were unable to be as carefree as they were in the past. Uneasiness and panic arose in the hearts of the centaurs. An indescribable fear enveloped them, but no matter what they did, they were unable to shake off this restless feeling.
This type of illusion was especially serious for the melancholic and sensitive centaurs like Ronan. When afternoon came, these centaurs no longer had the energy to gather with their tribesmen to discuss. Many centaurs began to hide in the shadows behind the tall trees at the edge of the tribe. They powerlessly leaned their heads against the tree branches that were so tall that they couldn't see the treetops.
Not long after the start of the discussion, an indistinct voice called out to them from time to time. It constantly let out a hazy whisper. No matter if they ran along the lake, divined, or prayed to the gods that the centaurs believed in, they were unable to get rid of this voice. It was as if this voice was stationed in their minds and there was no way to get rid of it. However, the frequency of this voice seemed to fluctuate. In the end, many centaurs even thought that they were hallucinating.
But after everyone discussed this strange situation with each other, they discovered in panic that every centaur felt this unnatural emotion. Many of them also heard this voice calling out to them. This uneasy atmosphere quickly pervaded the entire centaur tribe.
"Think about it, Mathilda just allowed the Hogwarts to expand. So many of us have this feeling in our hearts. This must be a warning from the heavens … …"
"Don't talk nonsense. I think it's because we refused the assistance from the Hogwarts. This will make it harder for us to stay in the Forbidden Forest."
"Tonight, we have to seriously observe the stars. The starry sky will give us enlightenment … … When the time comes, we'll look at the results of the prophecy. It won't depend on your personal wishes. The stars and the moon will guide us."
But soon, the light within the dense forest gradually dimmed. Wisps of ashen white fog rose from the damp woodland. Though the Forbidden Forest was often filled with fog, Luo Nan, who was preparing to burn the vanilla grass for stargazing at night in order to better observe the future, saw the abnormal state of the fog gradually pervading the air. He raised his head to look at the sky. The fog was growing larger and larger. If this were to continue, then there wouldn't be much hope for him to rely on astrological divination and observation of omens tonight.
When evening arrived, the color of the sky had nearly turned dark. Just like Luo Nan was worried about, he couldn't see the patches of grass growing on the woodland and the undulating mountainous terrain. The dense fog had already covered the entire forest.
The centaurs ran within the dense forest, shuttling back and forth in the dusk. They were like ghosts drifting within the white fog. Sometimes they left, sometimes they right, sometimes they appeared, sometimes they appeared, sometimes they appeared, and sometimes they flitted past the pitch-black tree trunks. This was clearly their familiar home. This climate was extremely common within the Forbidden Forest, but the normally familiar forest at night, the pervading fog, and the occasional whisper calling in their hearts gave rise to a strange and desolate feeling within the centaurs.
Mathilda didn't give up on stargazing. She burned the Sweet Mallow and Sage Grass and looked at the sky through their smoke and flames. She attempted to predict the future from the faint bright spots in the fog.
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