A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Harry's practice of defending against Dementors was progressing quite smoothly. At least he could barely make his wand emit some silver gas. Although he could not condense the entity to completely drive away the Dementors like Professor Lupin, it was enough to protect him. himself.

However, when Harry mentioned his father's name when he was practicing the Soul Guard, Professor Lupin seemed very strange at that time.

"You know my dad?"

"I - to be honest, I know each other." Lupine looked a little embarrassed at that time, as if it was a past he didn't want to recall, "We were friends at Hogwarts."

Harry took a big bite of chocolate, which was given to him by Professor Lupin. He said that chocolate can bring happiness to people, and what dementors desire and fear most is happiness. "If you know my dad, then you You must know Sirius Black too."

Lupine turned around quickly, his expression became very strange, as if he did not expect Harry to ask such a question, "Why did you think of this?" he asked sharply.

But he soon realized that his behavior was a little too abnormal, and wanted to add something more, but Harry said first:

"Nothing - I mean, I just found out they were friends at Hogwarts..."

Lupine's face relaxed slightly. "Yes, I know him," he said briefly, "or else I think I do. You might as well go quickly, Harry, it's getting late."

Harry left the classroom and walked down the corridor, turning the corner and then behind a suit of armor, sitting on its base and finishing his chocolate, feeling sorry for Professor Lupin.

Thought it would be better if he hadn't mentioned Black just now, since Professor Lupine was clearly not interested in the topic.Then Harry's thoughts returned to his parents...

He felt tired and strangely empty, despite the chocolate he'd just eaten.Although it was terrifying to hear his parents' dying voices in his head, this was the only time Harry heard his father's voice.

But if he gave half his attention to listening to his parents' voices, he would never produce a suitable patronus.

"They are dead," Harry forced himself to accept the fact. He looked a little frustrated. "If they were still alive, they would not be like this now. You have to accept this reality, Harry, they are dead, listen. Their echo won't bring them back. You have to control yourself."

He stood up, popped the last bit of chocolate into his mouth, and returned to Gryffindor Tower.

And tonight, deep in the Forbidden Forest, there is a small, slightly dilapidated tribe, or it can be said that it is just a bunch of temporary stopping places.A group of four-legged "people" are gathering together.

"The planet has made a prediction... We have sworn that we will never disobey God's will..."

"But this matter involves us... We can't stay aloof... We should issue a warning." A centaur with platinum hair and a silver-maned horse's body said.

"We swore an oath." said a centaur whose hair was all red. The long red tail behind him was very beautiful.

"Ahem." Edward coughed lightly and walked through the trees to the clearing. "I don't mean to disturb you, but it seems that you are talking about a very interesting thing. I am happy to hear the information you learned through astrology."

There is no doubt that the centaurs have powerful divination talents, and they have never been stingy with the use of divination. However, they are very proud of their own race and are very unfriendly to humans. When they realize that humans may want to "use" them , they can become very irritable.

Helping humans is considered a very despicable thing by centaurs.

But there is no doubt that Edward Rembo was an accident.

"Mr. Lumpo!" The centaurs almost immediately became starry-eyed, "Why didn't you inform us in advance? You haven't been to the Forbidden Forest for a while."

In fact, a full two years.

"I have been entangled in some things recently. You must have received news from Albus. Black is watching covetously outside the school." Edward tried to get some prophetic news from the centaurs. He was not good at this, and if the centaurs It would be great if someone actually knew some information about Blake's whereabouts.

"Yes, we heard about it." Firenze said regretfully. He was a centaur with platinum hair and the body of a silver-maned horse. He had very beautiful hair. "It happened on Halloween. I heard that he broke into the castle?"

"Yes, Black got through the layers of protection through some unknown method and broke into the castle, which scared Albus quite a lot." Edward said nonchalantly with a shrug. "I have checked all other places, except the Forbidden Forest. All I can think of is sneaking into the castle from the Forbidden Forest, so I wanted to ask you if you have any clues."

"Principal Dumbledore came two months ago," Firenze took a step forward and said, "Unfortunately, we have not heard of anyone breaking into the Forbidden Forest."

"That's good news. At least the Forbidden Forest is safe. After all, that's a dark wizard with a wand." Edward said. He took out the wand from his pocket and pointed around. "It's just a soundproofing spell to ensure that our conversation will not be known to outsiders."

Centaurs have a strong talent for divination, and they are very proud of their race. When they feel that a human may want to "use" them, they will become very irritable, regardless of whether the person did it intentionally or not.

This means that it will be difficult for Edward to get some future revelations from the centaurs, even if he is their most admired writer.

But you have to try, what if you succeed?

what? !

Legilimency?

In most cases, Legilimency is indeed a very good spell, but once you encounter something as mysterious and mysterious as prophecy, it seems that there is some force in the dark that prevents people from learning the prophecy through such strong means. With this talent, it seems like the whole world is protecting them - if a country discovers a tribe of centaurs, the country's magic government will even set aside a special living area for them.

However, centaurs always have their own ways to avoid Muggles and wizards, which makes wizards even more eye-catching about their language skills - what other ability is more powerful than seeking good fortune and avoiding evil?

"Mr. Lumpo," Ronan dug his hoofs at the ground uneasily, "we don't know what news you want to get from us. You are undoubtedly a person we value, but we have all sworn an oath, and we must not Defying God’s will.”