Hogwarts, the edge of the Forbidden Forest, bucktoothed Marcus?? Flint stared into the Forbidden Forest with his bloodshot gray eyes, a breeze ruffling his hair.
The light in the Forbidden Forest was dim and quiet. Marcus strode forward and hurried inside. After walking for a while, he arrived at a fork in the road. He gasped for breath. Although it wasn't the first time he had come here, the surroundings still looked the same. He took out a rough map and pointed at it with his magic wand. Then, he continued to walk in the direction indicated by the map. After passing by a moss-covered tree stump, he could hear the gurgling sound of running water.
Marcus stood still and tidied up his clothes. At this time, a centaur jumped out from behind an oak tree with a spear. He had black hair and a tanned body, looking rather boorish.
"Ben, it's nice to see you again." Marcus was relieved to see that it was the centaur he was already familiar with. "Ben, I have an important matter to discuss with Chief Mathilda. Is Chief free today?"
"Marcus... you know very well that the Chieftain won't like that." Ben raised his head and scratched his thick black hair. His hand stiffly stopped on his head for a while and habitually looked up at the sky. "There are no stars to guide me now. Come with me."
"I have news." Marcus followed behind Ben. Looking at Ben's swaying ponytail, Marcus secretly scolded: Idiot, what stars are there in the day? I can't get a straight answer from these damned centaurs. Moreover, Ben was very nasty to wizards at first. But after Marcus gave him a few bottles of wine and complimented him on the centaurs' strength, at least he no longer wanted to drive him out.
Ben easily leaped over a bush. Marcus swung his wand left and right, trying to open a path with magic spells. Hearing the sounds coming from the arena outside the Forbidden Forest, he said with some difficulty: "The Hogwarts are really noisy after the expansion. It won't be easy for centaurs to have peace in the future."
Ben flung his mane, his tone somewhat stiff. He glared at Marcus: "Humans are noisy."
Marcus bared his large front teeth. The tone of his voice sounded rather forced. However, he immediately thought that perhaps this meant that the centaurs were already holding a grudge against the Hogwarts. Under the lead of the centaur, they went around a few small hills and passed through several bushes. Finally, they arrived at the silver Star Lake.
Mathilda, who was standing beside the Star Lake, turned around when she heard the movement behind her. Her deep and charming eyes were fixed on Marcus. The centaur chieftain seemed to have become more powerful — — this was not a change in her physical body, but rather a change in her senses.
Marcus leaned forward slightly. "Respected Grand Chieftain, the last time we met was before school started … I wonder what kind of influence the Hogwarts have had on the Centaurs recently. Just as we said last time, if there's a need …"
"Thank you for your concern for us centaurs … Mr. Flint, the stars have told me that all things have their own laws and nothing can be stopped." Mathilda's horse body emitted a chestnut luster, her noble head elegantly raised.
"Grand Chieftain Mathilda, the Hogwarts are already so noisy today that it's suffocating. The tranquility of the Star Lake will be broken sooner or later … My entry into the Forbidden Forest this time is just like what I was worried about when I warned you …" Marcus took a few steps forward, revealing his large front teeth. "Allen?? Harris still disregarded the fact that the Forbidden Forest belongs to the centaurs and moved the Dragon Breeding Ground to the Hogwarts … "Marcus followed the plan and elaborated on the possible influence of the Hogwarts' expansion on the centaurs.
"Currently, the Hogwarts have given us centaurs a lot of subsidies due to the expansion." Mathilda swung her chestnut ponytail. "Headmaster Harris also made a special trip to explain to us centaurs."
"Grand Chieftain! This is just to numb your senses! " Marcus became impatient when he heard that the Hogwarts had given out subsidies. "Respected Grand Chieftain … Centaurs are a race known for their independence. You would rather classify yourselves as beasts. Isn't this a form of resistance against the ignorant officials of the Ministry of Magic? I believe that with the pride of the centaurs, let's not talk about whether the majority of the Magi would be interested in the centaurs and whether the Hogwarts would continue to give out subsidies … You could have lived a self-sufficient life and not have to wait for others to give you charity! "
"Mr. Flint, it seems like you respect the customs of the centaurs." Mathilda's horse body didn't move and her human body faced Marcus. "Then, do you have any suggestions regarding this?"
"Just like how I exposed my attitude earlier! Many of our families are disgusted by Harris' rude and unreasonable actions. I believe that we should support you on this matter regarding the centaurs. " Marcus spoke in a righteous tone, causing his buck-toothed mouth to open and close. "If you can stand up and fight, and fully express your will, then the other Adepts will be able to openly support and support you!"
Mathilda's expression seemed to be somewhat hesitant, but she soon became unmoved. "Mr. Flint, just like what you said earlier, we centaurs are beasts. In theory, we don't have much authority in the Magi World and we don't have the qualifications to protest."
"If it was during normal times, we wouldn't make a big fuss. However, Grand Chieftain, you might not be aware that the Hogwarts are currently holding an international event. Many internationally renowned Magi are present and there is even a live broadcast on television …" Marcus's treacherous grey eyes slightly raised. "I suggest that the centaurs take advantage of this rare opportunity to go to the scene and publicly complain about the unfair treatment …"
Mathilda shook her head, her golden red beard fluttering in front of the Moonfiend. She said awkwardly. "I don't know how to do it … None of the centaurs in the past have done something like this before."
"Grand Chieftain, you have already hesitated for a long time. Look at the situation now, my previous warnings to you have all become reality. After today, if you don't do it today, then you won't have the chance to do it in the future. You can only be nibbled away by the Hogwarts step by step. You have completely handed over your fate to them, hoping that they will continue to be kind to you. You have completely handed over your fate to them." Marcus's messy black hair made him look even more gloomy. "Protesting itself isn't difficult. I personally suggest that you all display the necessary force at the appropriate time …" As if he was afraid that the centaurs would be suspicious, Marcus added. "Of course, don't hurt anyone. Otherwise, you will be in a passive position … But as for those buildings that have brought you trouble, I believe that by setting a few of them on fire, it will instead help you attract the Magi's attention and let them know the seriousness of the matter … This is all for the centaurs!"
Mathilda's deep gaze swept across Marcus. He raised his two front legs and let out a long neigh towards the sky. The surrounding centaurs of different sizes and manes immediately rushed towards his direction. "Grand Chieftain?"
Mathilda solemnly announced her order. "Clansmen, now, under the gaze of the Goddess, take up your weapons!"
Seeing the centaurs rushing back to their homes in the same vigorous manner as when they rushed over, Marcus was ecstatic. He was so happy that his lower lip covered his upper lip. His face was practically a lump of meat. He completely did not notice the peculiarity in the grand chieftain's words.
Until the centaurs once again rushed out from their respective tents, Marcus' heart suddenly jumped. It was different from the stereotypical image of the centaurs wielding wooden spears and arrows without wearing clothes. Now, these centaurs were equipped with custom-made armor.
Even the commoners and foals who weren't tribal warriors were wearing black leather armor. The centaur hunters who usually participated in hunting were now draped in metal chain mail that was intentionally painted black so that it wouldn't reflect light under the moonlight at night. As for Bane, who had a tall stature and was in charge of patrolling the tribe, he was wearing a heavier metal breastplate. He was also brandishing a noose in his hand. This made Marcus feel that this centaur was somewhat similar to the American Muggle Cowboys he saw on wizard TV.
On the contrary, the weapons in the centaurs' hands were more uniform. The previously wooden spears had now been replaced with metal spears. A saber hung from each side of their waists. On the horse's back were engraved rune bows and arrows as well as some other miscellaneous equipment.
As they approached, Marcus, who was already aware that the centaurs were heavily armed, clearly saw the umbrella insignia on the armors and weapons. Without saying anything, Marcus immediately pulled out his magic wand and wanted to use Phantom Transference to leave this place. This Slytherin who had once retained a level in Hogwarts was still unable to teleport without a wand.
However, the centaurs were already prepared for this. Bane waved a few rounds of the noose and suddenly threw it out. It accurately landed on Marcus' shoulders and conveniently pulled him to the ground. After completing this set of actions, the noose tightened even more.
Following the sound of horse hooves, another centaur wearing breastplate, Ronan, waited for the opportunity to throw a net over. It completely wrapped around Marcus' head. Afterwards, the two centaurs cooperated with tacit understanding. One of them used his horse's hooves to sever Marcus' right hand that was holding the magic wand, while the other used his spear to smash his magic wand into smithereens.
Marcus, whose upper body was covered by the net, couldn't make a sound. But through the gaps between the metal wires of the net, he saw the centaur chieftain wearing armor that a centaur couldn't wear alone under the care of his subordinates.
"You need to be punished for your mistakes. The Goddess will let you reap what you sow." Mathilda wore a goat horn helmet on his head. Only then did he speak. "Mister Marcus, we will head to the meeting place now. However, we are going to report your crime. The content of your conversation has already been recorded by the surveillance equipment that I have agreed to install in our tribe … … Clansmen, let's go, for the centaurs! For the Hogwarts! For the Goddess! "
After speaking, the centaur chieftain didn't care about Marcus' fear and struggle. He took the lead and charged towards the Hogwarts. His centaur clansmen also let out strange cries as they madly followed behind.
Ben was also the same. He didn't let a two-legged magus ride on his back like how the other centaurs treated the young magi. Instead, he directly pulled on the rope and dragged Marcus along the ground. The high temperature from the friction with the ground and the pain from being hit by rocks and scraped by shrubs caused Marcus to groan painfully in the net. The centaurs who usually advocated peace and were friendly towards the magi were obviously not interested in this.
Marcus, who was being dragged along at high speed, didn't even have the time to feel regret. He could only feel the piercing pain coming from all over his body. His cheeks were severely scratched by the net and the ground. The exposed skin of his limbs had already been scraped by the thorns, grass and pebbles. Being violently dragged along like this, he didn't know how long he would be in a daze. His only remaining consciousness told him that the distance between the arena and the centaur tribe wasn't short.
But in reality, the dragging stopped much faster than he expected. Before he was dragged too far, Ben had already stopped. To be exact, all the centaurs stopped. They looked at each other in astonishment. Marcus was only slightly slower than the centaurs when the pain hit him. After a short moment, he clearly understood the reason.
The surrounding air was filled with magic. The Hogwarts that were originally covered by a high concentration of magic were now covered by a vast, primal, and pure magic.
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