The huge fires piled up with carefully selected branches of almost equal thickness, the darkness and silence in the thick branches of the trees, the countless almost dull forbidden forests that even the setting sun cuts, the wooden pillars that have not yet been stripped of their bark, the unwilling faces of the girls in long wizard robes bound by vines, the horses who are still only wearing a few pieces of fur for warmth even in December, and the horsemen who are still only wearing a few pieces of fur for warmth even in December, and the horsemen who are still protruding one by one with their sturdy muscles that are still only a few pieces of fur for warmth— It's almost possible to draw a comic book that is extremely eye-catching.

In particular, the pillars with different patterns that stand nearby, and the smell of spices that constantly emanate from the fire make the image in front of you even more memorable.

It's just that for some reason, Alan suddenly remembered that the supposedly most popular new book was in a hidden suitcase under his bed, and ahem—Alan shook his head and threw the association out of his mind.

Now is not the time to borrow a book to speak, it is important to save people.

In short, Alan doesn't plan to communicate more with this group of self-playing middle two diseases - divination for so long, and in the end he almost became a protected animal, and he is still divining against the stars, a rookie who looks like a master in the world...

However, even if a group of rookies can live for so long, in addition to the fact that Hogwarts is really effective in protecting their own magical creatures, they still have some abilities of their own.

Just when Allen and the others approached a certain distance, the few people who were standing in front of them didn't know what to say, and they still pinched a handful of spices and sprinkled them into the fire from time to time, suddenly stopped the movements in their hands, the sound of hooves, the lower body stood upright, and the bow and arrow in their hands were already firmly aimed at the place where Alan and them were.

"Who?"

The arrows, soaked in various herbs and polished with magical materials, pointed firmly at Alan and them—compared to the guns of the Muggles, which Hagrid disparasitized as Muggles used to kill each other, this kind of arrowhead is the real life-threatening weapon for wizards. Ghent, the true descendant of Slytherin, the original wielder of Slytherin's own wand, a dark wizard who had reached the realm of immortality, was shot by an arrow like this but with an infinite number of material reinforcements.

Of course, due to the ban of the Ministry of Magic and the preciousness of the materials, only the elders of the entire centaur tribe were qualified to carry such arrows - even if none of the wizards present knew how big the arrow was, they still felt its terrifying power from Zhang Man's bow and arrow.

Well, except for Alan - although these arrows look quite exaggerated, but they are for wizards, and if you put them on him, you have to consider how painful the arrows will be...

Alan coughed and cleared his throat: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in the assembly, but... “

But the words that followed were no longer spoken, because Alan was completely dumb.

Because he didn't expect that after many years, the second disease of this group of centaurs not only did not have a tendency to be cured, but looked more serious!

Originally, he thought that the young centaurs would be second-class, but the elders in power would be better after all, right?

That kind of foreign worship doesn't seem normal anyway, isn't it quite normal to strictly prohibit it? At the very least, you have to brainwash the tribesmen and tell them to strictly distinguish the identity of the person who came, and not to raise the friendship level to the highest level at every turn, and it is almost the same if you are respectful on the surface, right?

It makes sense and is normal for Allen to think so.

After all, such a large race, even the kind that can give the Death Eaters the final blow, all at once, and no one is willing to be replaced by an elder!

It is also very possible for a more ruthless person to attack directly and kill the other party when they meet -- what? If they are killed, what qualifications does the other party have to be worshipped? As for the words that cannot be killed, they are all fighting, and if they have a grudge, why don't they hurry up and do it?

Well, there's nothing wrong with thinking about it that way.

But Alan forgot one sentence - the mentally ill are called to think broadly, and the young people are happy.

Unfortunately, both of them, people and centaurs have this tendency ...

So, in Allen's desperate eyes, the bows and arrows in the hands of the few centaur elders who were originally pointing at the three of them with bows and arrows gradually relaxed, and the precious arrows that were originally on the bowstring fell to the ground as if they were worthless, and then, two lines of tears appeared on the wrinkled faces of those centaur elders.

Immediately afterwards, almost one after another plop sounded, and the elders who were still presiding over the ceremony directly softened their hooves, and the old tears knelt on the ground, looking at Allen's eyes as if the believers had seen the idols they worshipped...

With a sigh in Allen's heart, the last thing he wanted to see happened-accompanied by a group of elders knelt down, and a group of people who were not convinced knelt there completely, and the two people who followed behind Allen were completely stupid.

Countless alpacas rushed through Allen's heart - coach, this is different from the script that was said!

At the beginning, Alan planned to be suspicious of the other party's preparation for another wave of divination against him, taking advantage of this opportunity, Alan grabbed someone and ran away - divination or something, it doesn't exist, it's good to be able to fool the past, as long as the time is delayed, it won't be easy for him to come to the Forbidden Forest in the future?

You know, for so many years, he has come to the Forbidden Forest to hang out, and he can avoid the centaurs every time, but he relies on his real skills.

However, these guys don't play according to the routine at all!

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Allen, excuse me, what's going on?"

The timid voice sounded behind him, but unfortunately Alan had no intention of comforting her at all, and with a wave of his arm, Fleur, who was originally tied to the pillar, fell in response, Alan caught the person with a floating charm and threw it into Harry's hand, and then quickly put away Fleur's golden eggs, put them in his bag, and threw Fleur to Harry, holding Harry with one hand and the other with the other, and said without even looking back:

"Let's go!"

Harry was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he found himself floating in mid-air, and the whole person entered a state of high-speed speed.

When he came back to his senses a little, he found that he was carrying Hibiscus with one hand by Allen at the moment, and at Allen's feet, a swollen mass of sand and gravel nearly one meter high formed a wall that was constantly galloping, leading a group of four of them to march at high speed in the Forbidden Forest.

And behind them, the centaur elder's words had just begun: "Respectful—"

What the?

Harry tried to hear what the centaurs behind him were trying to say, but the idea quickly fell through, and Alan was running so fast that all he could hear was the whirring wind.

"Tree tree tree, Alan, tree!" Harry shouted when he came back to his senses and realized what was wrong.

However, to his surprise, when the green light on them collided with the trees, they didn't feel any obstruction at all, as if they were on a knight's bus.

Unfortunately, when he opened his mouth to ask this question, the wind that poured into his mouth completely erased his thoughts, and after several sips of the northwest wind, Harry wisely chose to give up the choice of asking questions and began to enjoy the trip intently.

To be honest, it's colder than the rider bus, but it's also more and more like you're flying through the air on a broomstick - especially when you're not worried about obstacles at all, which makes things even more perfect.

It had been a ten-minute walk when they had arrived, but under the influence of Alan's magic, it was over without even a minute having passed, and the fire where they had been cooking soup was even smoking at the moment, making Harry a little hungry - it seemed that Alan had prepared a lot of barbecue, maybe he could go and find his own golden eggs after eating for a while.

However, to Harry's surprise, Alan, who was running with them, had no tendency to stop at all, and Alan looked at the exit, and they were still moving at high speed towards the exit.

"Hey, Alan, we haven't taken our golden eggs yet!" Harry tried to warn Alan, but he had barely said a word of feed before the cold wind poured in him made the words completely lose their tone.

After a hearty drink of cold air, Harry decisively gave up his plan to continue persuading Eren - go out, just go out, and the golden eggs are almost collected anyway.

After making eye contact with the unknown big guy who was watching the three unconscious wizards on the side, Eren was swept straight through the magically marked exit with a nonchalant expression on his face, all the way to the center of the field.

"Oh my God, it's Alan and Harry!"

"That's right, it's them, what happened to them that they escaped from the Forbidden Forest in such a disgraced way?"

"Oh my God, is the story of the existence of dragons in the Forbidden Forest true?

"No kidding, Alan hasn't fought with dragons, there must be many more terrifying existences in the Forbidden Forest than dragons!"

"Is it because the two of them robbed a beautiful witch? You see Harry is carrying one on his shoulder, and Alan is carrying one himself, are they being besieged by wizards from other schools because of this?"

The person who said this was quickly cleaned up by a curse - is that what the warriors of their own school said?

But after cleaning up the guy who couldn't speak at all, the rest of the people who did it couldn't help but wonder - the bastard who owed his mouth seemed to have some truth in what he said, looking at the two of them carrying one on their backs, how they looked like barbarians returning with loot after a great war.

Considering the long and long history of Triwizard Tournament, is this a reserved item?

It's hard to say - everyone made eye contact, and then unanimously chose not to talk about it, if there really is such a tradition, then it would be a bit embarrassing to say it.

——

On the field, Alan realized that he had rushed out, so he lifted the magic and put down the two people he was carrying, and then he gasped out in fear.

It was a public execution just now!

It's okay to be kneeled by a bunch of people in front of acquaintances, if they add a bunch of prophecies or something to Allen in the second grade, Alan feels that he doesn't have the face to mess around on campus - how can he maintain his majesty in teaching Harry in the future?

With a sigh of relief, Alan noticed that he had run out, and a group of judges and students were staring at them at the moment.

At this time, Alan remembered that the golden eggs belonging to them had not yet come out - but it didn't matter, it was better than hiding from people in the Forbidden Forest, right?

This competition venue is not big, and if the other party finds out, it will be in the way of finding the golden egg, so it's good now.

Allen's side was relieved, and the referee's bench above obviously couldn't sit still.

At the beginning, when they saw someone running out in a panic, they were even ready to enter the Forbidden Forest immediately to rescue, but after finding that none of the four people who came out had a problem, they all calmed down a little and were ready to ask, however, the four people who came out neither asked for help, nor did they sigh that they had escaped, and in desperation, Bagman, as the person in charge, asked in a calm voice:

"What's going on?"

"No, nothing happened, we just rushed out and finished the game. Alan opened his eyes and began to talk nonsense - he can't shake out the black history himself, can he?

Bagman felt like he had eaten a multi-flavored bean that smelled of earwax.

At the end of the competition, did you come in a group like this? Even if the results of the previous competition are linked to the time, I haven't seen you so anxious!

After inwardly persuading himself to be quiet, Bagman patiently continued to ask, "What about your golden eggs?"

Alan pulled two out of his pocket and said to Harry, "Harry, Golden Egg. “

The three golden eggs were poured out of Harry's pocket, and the audience cheered - five golden eggs, there was no better result than this.

Bagman suddenly had a smile on his face - he had invested a lot of money in Harry, and he wished that Harry had a good result, and with Harry and Alan teaming up, the number one score in their group was something he liked to see.

He left the referee's bench and began to confirm the authenticity of the golden eggs, his fingers fiddling among the many golden eggs, calculating the base score for Allen and them.

A minute later, he noticed something was wrong, looked up at Alan, and asked Harry, "Where's your golden egg?"

"Aren't they all over here?"

"No, I mean your own golden eggs, how come they are all someone else's?"

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Bagman, we haven't had time to pick it up yet. Harry hurriedly added.

The referees' faces changed suddenly, but instead of looking at Allen, they were firmly fixed on Dumbledore - this was no longer just Allen's problem, but had to find their headmaster.

What do you mean?

Five golden eggs are the rest of the contestants - you Hogwarts people didn't even bother to dig their own to grab our golden eggs?