Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Deep in the dark and lightless Forbidden Forest, 44 miles away from Hogwarts Castle, apart from the loud screams of the wind blowing through the treetops, all that was left was Dumbledore's deerskin boots stepping on the fallen branches. The sound of rustling on the ground.

A layer of pale white mist floated on the ground occupied by tree roots and rocks, making it difficult to tell whether the feet were solid land or a sunken cave.

Fawkes, who was perched on Dumbledore's shoulder, shook his neck slightly. Tiny golden-red sparks flew out from the gorgeous crest on his head, burning away the sinister mist and burning it for his contractor. Create a clear path forward.

Dumbledore was holding a sturdy beech wood cane in his hand and panting slightly.Although he never skipped physical exercise, he was getting older after all, and walking such a long distance in the cold wind still put a lot of pressure on the old man's heart and lungs.

And the reason why he abandoned the warm stove and soft sofa in the principal's office and came here was to pull the centaurs who thrived in the Forbidden Forest onto the human chariot.

Although centaurs do not use magic wands, they are very good at magical healing, divination, archery and astronomy.And these skills can undoubtedly provide assistance to Ohm's counterattack plan.

They are generally gentle creatures.Whenever a young wizard breaks into the Forbidden Forest without listening to the advice and gets lost among the overlapping shadows of the trees, the centaurs are always willing to provide direction help for these daredevils.

It's just that... racism is prevalent among centaurs, and when they feel that a wizard may want to "use" them, they will become very irritable and irritable, regardless of whether the wizard meant it or not...

Just as Dumbledore walked forward in silence——

crackle!

An explosion like an apparition passed through the air, and Dumbledore turned around and took out his wand, only to see a broken branch covered with ice edges that was still shaking on the ground.

It turned out to be a branch broken by frost and snow. It seems that I was too nervous...

At this moment, Dumbledore heard Fawkes let out a warning cry, and the phoenix tapped its paws restlessly on his shoulder, which meant that there was someone behind him!

"Dumbledore." A male voice with a melancholy tone said, "You shouldn't be here."

Dumbledore calmly cast the Iron Armor Curse on himself and turned around at a non-aggressive speed. He saw a handsome face looking at him from behind the overlapping tree trunks. His long hair was spread over the man's strong naked shoulders, and his sapphire-like eyes were filled with a faint layer of gray mist.

"Firenze, it's nice to see you again." Dumbledore made a meticulous curtsey according to the centaurs' customs, but his eyes did not move away from Firenze's handsome face for a moment, "Maybe. I'm confused, but my memory clearly tells me that the centaurs' tribe is still three miles away from here, right? Why would you leave your tribe in such a cold weather and come to this forest where food and water are lacking? ?”

Firenze made no answer to Dumbledore's question, and had no intention of coming out from behind the tree.His face remained motionless, his eyes rolled up, he glanced at the sky covered with snow clouds, and said to himself: "Yinghuo is shining."

Yinghuo, also known as Mars, is the evil star that represents "war" and "turmoil".

"Yes, Firenze, the whole world is not safe now." Dumbledore casually responded to Firenze, who was obviously a little abnormal. The hand hidden in his sleeve held the wand tighter, "Can I please Will you take me to your clan land? I have something very important to discuss with your chief."

"I'm afraid not, Dumbledore, I can't take you to the tribe to find my people." Firenze shook his head slowly and sadly. As he moved, fat black maggots rushed out of his skin. It squeezed out and fell to the ground with a crackling sound, "Because they are all here already."

Before he finished speaking, Firenze's mouth suddenly expanded like a flower, revealing the densely packed stinky cavities inside, and he fiercely bit at Dumbledore.

The hair on the back of Dumbledore's neck stood up. Fawkes let out a loud chirp, his wings flapped wildly, his sharp claws dug deeply into Dumbledore's shoulders, he grabbed the old man and flew straight into the sky.

Firenze missed the target, let out a disgusting roar that made people vomit, and flew up the tree trunk like a snake.

What was connected to his waist and abdomen was no longer the strong body of the horse, but a long and thick abdomen that was as swollen and fat as a butterfly larva. This was also the reason why he could appear behind Dumbledore silently.

Under the bloated belly were four atrophied horseshoes, and the skin was so tight that it was almost transparent and covered with large, varicose blood vessels and yellow-green swollen abscesses.When Firenze bends his abdomen in order to wrap around the tree trunk, the twisted and screaming figures and faces of centaurs will protrude from under his skin, like monsters stepped out of the ugliest nightmare!

Dumbledore, who was carried into the air by his phoenix, instantly thought of the huge deformed creature that Voldemort summoned in the secret chamber of the castle last time.Although Firenze at this moment is different in form from Voldemort at that time, the power of disease that distorts reality is exactly the same!

"Why are you running away, Dumbledore!" Firenze's worm-like body stuck out of the treetops and swayed on the branches. The mouthparts that bloomed like flowers spat out unclear words, "Come quickly. Become one with me and listen to the revelations sent down by the God of Nature and Life!”

God of nature and life?Isn't that the god worshiped and sacrificed by the centaurs' druids?Could it be that even worshiping an inanimate idol would attract the attention of the evil god of the warp?

Dumbledore's mind was spinning. He looked at Firenze, who was maneuvering his fat body nimbly through the treetops, constantly chasing him. He patted the paw that was holding Fawkes on his shoulder and said loudly: "Put me down. , you go to Hogwarts immediately and inform Snape to prepare a large amount of disease-repelling potions, and I want to conduct a thorough sterilization and disinfection of the Forbidden Forest!"

The phoenix chirped and quickly lowered its height. When it approached a tall fir tree, it lightly let go of Dumbledore's shoulders and turned into a blazing fireball, shooting towards the castle.

The old man quickly grabbed the treetop with one hand and used his strength to land on a branch that was strong enough to support his own weight, like a big white-feathered bird.

His blue eyes stared at Firenze, who was rushing toward him, and the knobby wand in his hand was raised sharply.

"Thick soil rises!"

As Dumbledore roared like a lion, the ground covered with tree roots in the Forbidden Forest vibrated violently, and with the old man's position as the center, a huge earth ring with a diameter of 300 meters rose.

Not only did it cover Dumbledore and the deformed Firenze, the roiling soil condensed directly into a huge, thick arc-shaped dome above the head.

Dumbledore wanted to use this method to prevent the deadly germs on Firenze from spreading further!

Firenze didn't care at all that he was wrapped in this lightless dark environment by Dumbledore with tens of thousands of square meters of soil. There was only one thing left in his soul that was distorted by the evil god's gaze.

That is to bring all life into the arms of the loving Father!

Firenze's fat and bloated body slammed against the ground, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and the flower-like mouthparts bit towards Dumbledore's face.

Dumbledore didn't retreat an inch, the tip of the knobby wand emitted a bright silver light, and he shouted: "You shall not pass!"