Hogwarts White Knight

Gawain and Hagrid walked through the woods.

Margaery led the centaurs and walked far ahead of them, as if Gawain was some kind of deadly germ, without saying a word.

But Gawain also lacks a common language with them.

When you choose your companions, you also choose your camp.

Besides, they had nothing in common to talk about.

"Are we going to talk about the mare's postpartum care?"

Gawain thought to himself.

The silence of the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night is so quiet that one can feel chills running down one's spine.

And it seemed that Margery wanted to hide the location of their settlement. Gawain was keenly aware that the centaurs were taking them a long way around.

They are all small tricks that cannot be put on the table.

The horse's spirit is as big as its brain.

"Gawain, what spell did you use just now? Did Professor Flitwick teach you? I wasn't as powerful as you at the time."

Hagrid held the oil lamp and said while tilting his head.

"It's just an ordinary fire-making spell, but it requires some skills. If you want to learn it, Hagrid, I can teach you.

Just do it like this, while shouting the spell..."

Gawain picked up his wand and prepared to demonstrate it to him.

"No, no, I don't need the spell anymore."

Hagrid waved his hand in panic.

"Then can you demonstrate it for me?

Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I've always been curious about Hogwarts and wizards. "

The sound rang in their ears.

But Gawain could have sworn that he didn't notice any centaurs approaching him or Hagrid!

Maybe it's not difficult to deceive Gawain, but if you want to get to them without being discovered by Hagrid, there are only two possibilities: being invisible, or not being hostile.

Following the sound, Gawain looked over.

It was a very charming centaur. He had platinum hair, a silver mane, and sea-blue eyes like the most precious sapphires.

very handsome.

Just a little worse than the future Gawain.

Gawain believed so strongly.

"My name is Firenze, Gawain White. Nice to meet you." The centaur lowered his body and extended his hand to Gawain.

"It's nice to meet you, Firenze. I don't mind sharing it with you, but won't you be targeted by other centaurs if you do this?"

Gawain shook hands with Firenze. Firenze's hand was warm, steady, and strong, but not rough.

Seeing Firenze's obvious expression of goodwill, the other centaurs looked over with cold eyes, but Hagrid's eyes suddenly widened, scaring them back.

"The stars naturally have their own laws, but when it comes to interpretation, even the wisest stargazers are not sure that their interpretation is correct.

Please forgive Bain, he just..."

Firenze dug the ground with his right front hoof, as if trying to say something nice...

"A complete brainless idiot?"

Gawain patted Firenze's hand.

He found that this centaur named Firenze was very interesting, at least better than Bain, who was full of muscles, and Margery, who pretended to be the godfather of the Forbidden Forest.

"I cannot agree, but I have no intention of refuting it."

Firenze smiled and tilted his head at an interesting angle.

Under his expectant gaze, and Hagrid's covert but always turned gaze, Gawain explained the little usage of the fire-making spell.

Of course, the version he'd already tried on the victimized (duh) control group. This will be more time-consuming, but also more powerful.

"Here, you can adjust the size and direction of the flame by waving the wand. If you don't leave the wand, you can also remotely control it to form a pillar of fire."

Gawain ended his explanation by shooting the flame at the top of his wand into the sky, exploding a brilliant firework.

"Gawain White, your genius is admirable."

Firenze said sincerely, and Hagrid nodded vigorously.

The fire-making spell is the simplest life spell, but in Gawain's hands, it becomes as versatile and amazing as a Swiss army knife.

"Genius? I thought you meant power?"

Gawain asked with interest.

"Your power is not strong, at least not strong enough now, right? It's just that Bain is too arrogant and wants a gorgeous victory too much.

Otherwise he would have discovered it. "

Firenze shook his head and pointed out the reason for Gawain's victory - Baine was too arrogant and wanted to win the duel perfectly.

But if he doesn't even have the consciousness to lose something, how can he deserve to win?

"For you to recognize me like this, I think Hogwarts must be a good school." Firenze tilted his head and looked in the direction of Hogwarts from a distance.

"It depends on how you define 'good', for example, I really like the bed there.

But indeed, I don't dislike it there. "

Gawain hesitated for a while before answering Firenze.

"The tradition of the centaurs hopes that we will not reveal the secrets about the stars to outsiders. Therefore, I cannot provide you with my interpretation.

But I hope you understand that the trajectory of the stars shows that Mars will shine in the starry sky for a long time after the moon vacates.

I've never seen such...a piercing omen. "

After Firenze finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at Gawain deeply for a while, then waved to him to say goodbye and walked back to the ranks of other centaurs.

Not far in front of them, across the path formed by bulldozing the earth, was a low wooden fence.

Behind the wooden fence are many thatched huts. They looked very simple, with some handmade ornaments made of bones placed at the door.

The tops are very high.

Even if Hagrid walked in, he wouldn't bump his head.

This is the settlement of the horse people, which is quite similar to the villages of humankind in the past.

Just simpler and more shabby.

Margery, who was walking in the front, stood in front of the fence waiting for Gawain and Hagrid. He waved his hand, and a warrior stopped Hagrid.

"Hagrid you must stay here, wizard pony, follow me, the elders are waiting for you."

He said without the slightest annoyance.

After patting Hagrid's front elbow (because it couldn't be taken any higher) as a comfort, Gawain cautiously followed Margery into the settlement.

But something was beyond his expectation. After walking into the settlement, he found that it was much better inside than it looked outside.

Very neat and clean.

"Put away your rude eyes! This is the largest centaur village in the dark forest, with enough room for hundreds of people. Wizard, the centaurs who have been passed down for thousands of years are not as barbaric as you think!"

Seemingly noticing the difference in Gawain's eyes, Margery said sharply. But in Gawain's eyes, doing so will only make him look more arrogant and stupid.

"Just like those pure-blooded 'nobles'."

Gawain thought disdainfully, but still looked away.

He followed Margery quietly until he reached the innermost part of the village. There is a low stone platform made of white marble.

A tent was placed on a spacious stone platform.

Its tarpaulin is scarlet, supported by many stone pillars, and painted with complex, mysterious and intricate lines.

Gawain tried to find the starting point of those lines, but found that every time he tried, he would lose it at the very beginning.

There was a very simple-looking stone brazier at the door of the tent. The flames inside were burning, but there was no fuel.

There is no odor when burning.

It can only mean one thing.

——That is a bunch of Gubulai fairy fire.

A flame that will never go out.

Cutting-edge results in permanent deformation.

The ancient secrets of how it was made have been lost.

Margaret walked to the brazier with a heavy face, lifted a black stone dagger beside the stone basin with her left hand, and made a sharp slash on the palm of her right palm.

Blood splattered on the flames.

The orange-red flame suddenly turned into a miserable green.

"Elder, I'm here with the promise fulfilers!"

He bowed his head and shouted into the flames.

Blood was flowing from the palm of my hand.

The miserable green flame suddenly shot up high and turned into a ball of snakes. It was only then that Margery took back her hand and turned to look at Gawain.

"Go in, the elder is waiting for you."