Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Hogwarts, Forbidden Forest

"Wait, wait, wait, if you swing it down, I'm really going to die."

Parsifal, who barely managed to muster some strength, leaned against the tree and waved his hands at the centaur Bane, who looked extremely ugly.

Although he and Bain were considered acquaintances, the centaur's ability to accept jokes was really low.

A dozen centaurs acted separately, in groups of two or three, and picked out the werewolves who were still breathing weakly and stabbed them in the neck or heart. Their movements were very neat and without any sympathy.

"After we drove the werewolves out of the tribe, we followed the bright light, but were stopped by the fire. Some warriors went to check the werewolf camp to the west, but it was completely empty."

Bain handed over a hand, lifted Parsifal up, and held him beside him.

"Although the unicorn is seriously injured, at least he is still alive. Hello Williams, the sparks are burning brightly tonight."

Firenze came over with a bow and arrow and said hello to him. Compared to Bain, who likes spears, he and Ronan prefer bows and arrows, and they belong to the more open-minded group of centaurs. His appearance can be considered handsome, with a cream-colored horse body from the waist down.

"Innocent people are always the first to suffer. We must be vigilant. Sparks burning too strongly are never a good sign."

Ronan also stomped over. He had red hair and a beard, a shiny brown body below the waist, and dragged a long red tail. His voice sounded a little melancholy, but when he passed by the charred troll, he kicked it angrily.

"Can you please help me explain what the burning of Mars means?"

Parsifal looked at his wand with some distress. Although it was not broken, it was full of cracks, as if it would be broken with just a little force. The intimate connection between the wand and him, although still there, had become intermittent and vague.

"War, Williams, that was war. That man..."

Firenze lowered his body and looked at him, his eyes as blue as gems. But his words were interrupted rudely by Bain.

Bain grabbed his neck with his right arm and choked him.

"Fierenze, we have sworn not to disobey the stars. This is absolute."

Like a roar squeezed from his throat, Bain gasped.

"I believe Firenze thinks he did this out of the goodness of his heart."

Ronan said in his sad voice.

"And have you forgotten that we are already involved in this and this is no longer just a wizarding war?"

Firenze stood up on his hind legs. He shouted so loudly that he woke up several birds that were sleeping peacefully, and even made many centaurs look over.

"But we swore an oath"

Bain's forehead frowned, and he stood up as well.

"Well, Firenze, can you help bring the unicorn over? I think arguing will not help its injury, and it may not last long. I need to take it back to the castle."

Parsifal carefully put the wand back into the bag on his waist, clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Humph"

Firenze snorted, turned around and walked towards the unicorn, while Ronan shrugged and joined Firenze.

"The brightness of Mars means the coming of war, and its halo is gradually increasing, indicating that it comes from the past. The person just now..."

Bain lowered his head and looked at Parsifal, thinking about his words, but he hesitated and his lips moved.

"That's enough, thank you, Bane."

Parsifal took out the small pink porcelain cup and held it carefully in his hand. Because Bain was too tall, he could only pat Bain's leg.

"Be careful in the forest, okay? Don't die, but if you must die, at least tell me first so that I can beat you up in revenge. Hiss, it feels like I broke at least one rib."

Parsifal stood up with some difficulty and said, he gasped.

With Bain's help, he stood next to the unicorn, holding his hand against the unicorn and holding the small porcelain cup in his other hand.

"Over your head, Chiron has risen."

Bain let go of his hand and said seriously.

"I hope the portkey's landing spot is large enough, or that Dumbledore's spirit is strong enough."

Parsifal nodded, reached the bottom of the door key with his left finger, and waited quietly for about a second.

The next moment, his eyes were distorted. After experiencing the familiar squeezing feeling, a bright chandelier appeared in front of him.

This chandelier is no stranger, coming from the vaulted principal’s office on the eighth floor of the castle.

But equally familiar were the three surprised and anxious faces, from Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, and Sprout Pomona.

"wingardiulesa floating spell"

A shrill voice suddenly sounded from under Parsifal's body, and then he found himself floating in the air.

Filius Flivi crawled out from where he had been before.

"Professor, are you all here having supper?"

Floating in mid-air, Parsifal showed a somewhat embarrassed smile and waved to Professor McGonagall.

"For Merlin's sake, Parsifal, what happened in the Forbidden Forest when you came back?"

Professor McGonagall's eye circles were a little red and her hair looked messy.

"Minerva, I think what he needs now is treatment and rest. Please inform the students that the alert is lifted tonight and let them go back to the lounges of their respective colleges to rest. Pomona, can you please go and ask Pomona? Better than coming here?"

Dumbledore's calm voice sounded. This time, he no longer smiled at all, and his expression was serious.

"If that's your decision."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout nodded and left the office respectively.

"Severus, I think this poor unicorn needs a little help from you. When its condition stabilizes, can it be handed over to Hagrid?"

Dumbledore then looked at the headmaster of Slytherin. Snape nodded hesitantly. His black pupils took one last deep look at Parsifal, then he took out his wand and used the levitating spell to raise the unicorn, then turned and left.

"Filius, please strengthen the protective magic of Hogwarts, especially from the direction of the Forbidden Forest. I think that during this particularly difficult time, Hogwarts has to temporarily enter a closed state."

He finally looked at Professor Flitwick, who was still in the office. The short man waved his wand and dropped the floating Parsifal onto a high chair. He pursed his lips in embarrassment and walked out of the office.

"Now, Parsifal, although this may be a very willful and excessive request, I hope you can temporarily endure the pain and fatigue and help me recall what happened in the Forbidden Forest tonight."

The white wizard let out a long sigh, sat back on the chair, and looked at Parsifal with his blue eyes. Those eyes were not as clear as the sky like Firenze's, but the wisdom contained in them was even deeper.

A familiar tray appeared on the table, along with several small pink porcelain cups and a plate of orange candies.

Just like his first night at Hogwarts.