Being a bastard at Hogwarts is not safe.

Brian looked at Firenze in front of him. The young centaur patriarch had very sharp eyes. There is no doubt that the centaur patriarch was not as kind as he appeared on the outside, and gave people a deep impression. Unfathomable feeling.

"Come and sit inside, the clansmen have prepared hot tea! Just letting guests stand here is not how our horses treat guests!"

"Okay!" Brian agreed without hesitation. Although he had some doubts in his heart, there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Please follow me!" Firenze took a deep look at Brian, turned around and walked in front. Hermione and Harry were a little at a loss, and followed Brian side by side after seeing Brian nodding slightly. behind.

The real camp of the centaur tribe is deep in front, and there is still a lot of distance from here. Without the patriarch leading the way, the centaur will not easily bring anyone into the camp. This is the first road that Firenze established after becoming the patriarch Rules: Keep the camp safe.

On the road, Harry was surprised to find that there were many centaur warriors holding bows and arrows in the dark in the forest, but they bowed their heads and saluted after seeing Firenze. Although he had known the wizarding world for less than two years, he had never seen a few unique ones. A magical race, but his intuition told him that this race seemed to be very difficult.

The three of them were arranged to enter a guest house next to the big tree in the sky. The horsemen had already set up a bonfire and served hot tea, allowing the three of them to sit inside and rest.

What he saw along the way made Brian even more surprised, frowning, and his mood fluctuated constantly.The normal centaur group basically maintains about ten to 15 people. Although the number of horsemen in the Forbidden Forest has always been relatively large, it is by no means what we have encountered so far.This Firenze is simply beyond imagination, I don't know how he can gather hundreds of people in this same tribe.

The more Brian learned about it, the more ridiculous the decision he made at that time was.The centaurs are an ethnic group with absolute pride in their race, and when they feel that a human might try to "use" them, they become very irritable and lose their minds, whether that person does it on purpose or not.At that time, if he hadn't relied on Firenze to deal with it, all kinds of fights would have happened if he came rashly.

"The horse people here seem to be a little different from those recorded in the book..."

After all the horsemen in the guest house left, Hermione sat aside and muttered something in a low voice, which immediately made Harry beside him turn dark, and looked at her strangely, but didn't answer her.

"Hey, Brian, when are we going back. What are you doing here instead of going back to the lounge?"

"Are you going to be fired by Dumbledore?" Brian glanced at Hermione angrily and said, "That mountain has collapsed!"

"We haven't violated the school rules, and we can tell him about the situation in the Black Stone Palace." Hermione was quite surprised.

"Come on, that place has been destroyed, who will believe what we say? They will only think that we are dreaming." Brian calmed down a little, and said seriously: "I don't think that place is simple, I Think it's better for us not to talk about it."

"Why?" Harry began, "I also think we should tell Dumbledore, he will believe us."

"I don't know why, but my intuition tells me that I should do this. The only thing I can confirm is that Salazar Slytherin is definitely not kicked out of school because of his prejudice against half-blood wizards as rumored.

Remember that rule set by the obsidian statue?Not only must you know the snake language, but you must also be of pure blood.Who do you think Salazar Slytherin was guarding against?Can he accurately predict that you will enter that palace today, can't he predict that there will be another person who can speak the snake language? "

"You mean...the man?"

"Of course, you've seen it before." Brian frowned slightly, stared into the eyes of the two, and sighed: "It's not right, there must be something wrong. So, what can Salazar Slytherin not make us What the greatest headmaster knows, even the news here has never been leaked.

He had already anticipated the appearance of the Dark Lord, but why did he not arrange to stop it in advance?

I can't figure it out. Only when I figure it out can I know exactly what Salazar Slytherin wants to do.

Harry, Hermione, I don't want to make another contract with you, that would be disrespectful to you.But I advise you to keep this matter in your heart. It will only be more difficult if Voldemort finds out about it. "

Hermione thought for a moment, nodded slightly, blinked at Brian, and said solemnly: "I listen to you, and I have to thank you, if it wasn't for you..."

Brian shook his head to express his indifference, Harry heaved a long sigh of relief, his left hand trembled, his neck seemed to be stuck, he twisted his head a few times before looking back, just as he was about to speak, a gust of wind blew by, but His back was drenched in cold sweat, and he remembered the dream full of green again.

Not long after, a centaur brought cakes and other food, and Brian was about to get up to thank him, but that person was also here to invite him, and Firenze invited him to talk.Harry and Hermione didn't follow, and Brian told them to wait here, because he knew very well that Firenze probably wanted to talk to him alone.

On the road, Brian saw a very strong centaur. Although he smiled, the cold light in his eyes told Brian that the centaur didn't seem very friendly.

"You're Brian?"

"Yes, may I ask who are you?"

"Ronan, it's very strange. A wizard of your age can shake the will of those monsters like Firenze and Acantaraman. How did you do it?" Having said that, Ronan smiled and looked at Bu Ryan said: "Generally speaking, those monsters only have themselves in their eyes. They must obtain enough food in the forbidden forest of our centaurs to survive, no matter what food it is."

Although the words were plain and somewhat praiseworthy, there was something in the words, both a warning and a hint.

"Doesn't the Forbidden Forest belong to everyone?" Brian said with a smile: "And I can't change the thoughts of Patriarch Firenze and Aragog. They just made the choice that is most beneficial to the ethnic group. Last year we Everyone helped each other to protect the Forbidden Forest."

Ronan remained expressionless, and said with a smile, "Of course, it's a pity that you weren't there at the time, and you couldn't see Chief Firenze's amazing archery skills turning the tide of the battle."

"Well, it turns out that Patriarch Firenze's archery skills are so powerful."

The two talked while walking, which can be described as "nonsense".

"That's true, it's just to help the group of spiders, right? That snake is their natural enemy, isn't it?"