The starlight shone on the entire Centaur village, making everything in the village seem to be shrouded in a hazy mist. Only on the main road there was a little fire, and it was the centaurs holding torches to light the way to the altar.

As the flow of people came to the altar, the baby was wrapped in swaddling clothes and placed on a wooden platform in front of the altar. Betty and Bane stood on either side of the stage as the parents of the children.

Of course, when everyone was almost there, the parents of the babies began to kneel down in front of the altar and pray silently. All the centaurs in the clearing waited silently, except for the slight sound of the breeze blowing through the branches of the trees around them. Even people like Ryan and Hermione, who didn't understand the centaur ritual at all, were struck by the sacred feeling and stood there motionless and silent.

Finally, ten minutes later, the pattern on the arch that was the altar began to release emerald green points of light like fireflies. The points of light then converged on a bare branch on the offering table behind the arch.

After absorbing these green points of light, the branch visibly grew tender green buds. Ryan heard Hermione inhale in disbelief, and in all the books she had read before, it had been said that centaurs were good at astrology and divination, and that they had never been able to do other magic.

Betty took a step forward at this time and picked up the branch, and then dipped it in the water from the wooden cup on the table, and sprinkled a few drops of water on the baby's forehead and said, "May the forces of nature bless you, my child." ”

The droplets quickly evaporated, but Ryan felt the natural forces in the droplets enter the child's body. This strength can increase the child's vitality and help him through the most vulnerable infancy.

After blessing their children, Betty and Bane held the branch together and walked through the arch to the forest behind the arch. This woodland is unlike any other, and when the rest is covered with thick snow, this small woodland is full of spring-like life.

Betty and Bane quickly chose a small open space to plant the branches in their hands, and after the branches were planted, they poured the cup of water into the small pit behind the planted tree. The watered branches grew again in a cloud of green light, and finally stopped until they were about Ryan's height.

"Thank you very much for coming to our newborn foal tree planting ceremony, may nature be with us. "Aunt Betty is holding the baby and saying goodbye to everyone at this time. Ryan stepped forward to greet them and then left with Wolf's lead.

"Centaurs actually cast magic, but why didn't the Ministry of Magic and most wizards ever know about it?" Hermione asked Ryan on the way back, feeling a little surprised by what she had seen today.

"Traditional wizards have always looked down on themselves as superior, for example, they look down on people who can't do magic, and they also look down on non-human, intelligent beings. With this arrogant mentality, it is only natural that they belittle or even ignore the power of other creatures. For example, in the British Ministry of Magic, if anyone is placed in the centaur office, it means that his representative is not far from being fired. How do you think wizards can really understand other intelligent beings in this situation?"

"yes, arrogance. After repelling other creatures, they are divided into levels within the wizard. Why is it that there are always people who like to show themselves superior by belittling other people. Hermione let out her sigh.

"Because they can only show their nobility by belittling others, those pure-blood wizards have actually intermarried with Muggles, otherwise they would have died out of a series of problems caused by consanguineous marriages, but most of the so-called pure-bloods refused to admit it. The proof is that there are very few wizards who still possess the magical power of the bloodline today. Faced with this situation, how can they flaunt their nobility without some off-the-plate greetings. Ryan said in a slightly disgusted tone.

By the time we got back to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, it was early in the morning, and the lights in Hagrid's hut had long since been extinguished, and even the horses in the stables were asleep. Fortunately, this time is a holiday, and the professors are not strict in their inspections. Let Ryan and the two of them easily return to the common room.

"Good night, good dreams!" After saying goodnight, Ryan went straight back to the dormitory to sleep, and slept until lunch the next morning. And thanks to the fact that it's the Christmas holidays, no one has noticed anything wrong.

After the Christmas holidays, the second matchday on February 24 seems to be much closer. According to what Percy revealed, it is likely that some kind of battle will need to take place this time. Because only when magic is used on people does it involve certain legal issues, and the certification of certain magic varies from place to place. For example, in some parts of Northern Europe, the Ministry of Magic has a much smaller scope for black magic than the British Ministry of Magic.

However, Ryan is not nervous about this, and in terms of actual combat experience, he thinks that the other contestants may not be as experienced as him. Even Durmstrang students, who have the most combat experience, probably don't have the combat experience of Ryan who killed in a sea of corpses and blood.

The grounds were still covered in a thick layer of snow, but fortunately, the Hogwarts greenhouses had turned the temperature high to ensure that the magical plants from the warmer places grew. This also makes the windows of the greenhouse condense with fine water droplets, through which everyone can only see a white expanse, and cannot see the scene on the field at all.

This kind of weather outdoor class is naturally very bad, but I don't know if it's because Hagrid has been in a good mood lately. For the first time, he did not let everyone continue to breed fried tail snails in class, but made an extremely rare Golden Flying Man to introduce to everyone.

Everyone makes no secret of their fondness for this bird, especially those who love Quidditch, flying at high speed in a giant circular cage. The Golden Snitch is known to be a substitute made to protect these birds when they were on the verge of extinction.

Probably a little tired from flying, the bird stopped on the crossbar in the cage. It is long and round, with an elongated beak, golden feathers and ruby eyes that make this bird look like a beautifully crafted jewel.

"Oh, it's so pretty!" Lavender?? "How did Hagrid get it?" said Brown? The Golden Snitch is said to be very rare these days, and only a few in some reserves. ”

"This needs to be thanked for the generous help of Principal Beauxbatons. Hagrid's voice rang out. "It allows us to see this very rare bird with our own eyes, and you can see its feathers, which were needed in many potions crafting in the past. So their numbers have dropped rapidly in the indiscriminate hunting, but fortunately today everyone has found a replacement, and they are beginning to understand their protection—"

The students were now looking at the beautiful bird in their cages, and from Hagrid's lecture, they could tell that he knew no less about this little cutie than the monsters.

At the end of the lesson, each student expressed their satisfaction with the lesson. In particular, many girls hope that Hagrid can keep it in this state, because those slimy fried tail snails are so disgusting.