Although it was hard for Gawain not to be moved by the scene in front of him, he really didn't dare to let Hermione move now.

The result of the blood flowing through his body at double speed was that his blood vessels were under so much pressure that they had not fully recovered until now.

He would have to drink Madam Pomfrey's special "milkshake" for a few more days before he could jump around.

"Jane! You don't want me to lie down in the hospital today, do you?" Gawain patted Hermione on the back to help her calm down.

But his words made Hermione's face turn red instantly.

She let go of her hand suddenly

The strength was so strong that he almost dragged Gawain down.

"Okay, okay, I haven't seen you for a day. Can someone tell me what's going on? You're not waiting for me to guess, are you?"

Taking a breath of cold air, Gawain asked Harry next to him.

"Gawain, I'm glad you're back. Harry laughed amusedly, reaching out and bumping his fist into Gawain's.

"After you passed out, Hermione and Professor Hooch smashed through the windows on the eighth floor of the castle and called for Professor Dumbledore.

Over dinner, he announced to us that you had won the Special Contribution Award, adding a full 70 points to Gryffindor!

Professor McGonagall also said that she would like you to put together a paper on the last slowdown charm, and she said that she was sure that she could apply for a scholarship from the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards!"

He smiled, happy for Gawain from the bottom of his heart.

But Hermione glared at him fiercely.

As if sensing Gawain's gaze, she jerked her head and walked over to talk to the second-year girl named Katie Bell.

"Expulso isn't a second-grade textbook, is it..."

Gawain accidentally overheard the conversation.

But after thinking about it, he decided not to comment anymore.

"Dude, you're so cool! That's a special contribution award! The professor said it was fifty years ago when someone last won it!"

Ron interjected enviously.

He had already placed Gawain in one more place among the idols he had in his mind.

"That's right, Tom Riddle, Filch still hates that we didn't wipe that trophy clean.

But don't forget, our Harry!"

"He's the youngest Seeker in 100 years!"

The Weasley twins interjected into the conversation, two bottles of Butterbeer in each hand.

"Professor McGonagall gave it a special approval, and I think Wood is finally relieved. ”

Fred put his arm around Harry's shoulders and smiled.

"Our Lord White Knight, well done. ”

George handed Gawain a drink and squeezed his eyes.

"Thank you. So you're going to tell me whose idea this 'White Knight' is?"

Gawain took it, bumping into each of them one by one, quietly remembering the name of the "Tom Riddle" guy Fred mentioned.

"Thanks to Neville, he started it!"

"How romantic it is for a knight to save the princess!"

George lay down in Fred's arms, and they made a very pompous pose as if they were performing a play, so that it was somewhat comical.

"Thank you, Gawain. Seamus told me that the Muggle world would call a brave man like you a knight. ”

Neville whispered, his face flushing.

"I like that very much. ”

Gawain secretly looked around with the peripheral light under his eyes, looking for Seamu's trace angrily.

He swears!

As long as you find an opportunity, you have to trip to Simo.

He didn't believe that Seamus wouldn't know what age the knights were called!

"Okay, okay, you can't let you occupy today's protagonist for too long, or the party won't be able to start. ”

Senior Sister Angelina interrupted their conversation, dragged Gawain and Harry to the middle of the crowd, stepped on the stage, and loudly announced that the party was over.

Gawain lost count of how many people came up to him and hugged him gently.

He also didn't remember any seniors who hadn't even said a word before, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying "Good job".

But Gawain was very sure of one thing.

He will never forget this night.

The party continued until Professor McGonagall rushed in dissatisfied, threatening to withhold everyone's house points and send them all back to their dormitories.

By Monday, Gawain's injuries had healed with Madam Pomfrey's help.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, he stepped onto the path outside the castle and walked towards Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid is the caretaker of Hogwarts' hunting grounds, a giant with a physique, at least four meters tall, but actually very gentle.

"Good evening, Gawain. ”

He beckoned to Gawain from afar at the door of the hut. As usual, Hagrid wore that amazingly large fur coat and carried a lantern in his hand.

"Good evening, Hagrid. Just the two of us?"

Gawain ran a little briskly and stood in front of Hagrid.

"And Fangya, it will come with us, but don't expect it to be brave. ”

Hagrid dragged a long, vicious mastiff from behind him, and he approached Gawain and licked his hand with its hot tongue.

"Professor Dumbledore told me to take you to the centaur settlement, but I don't think you have anything to talk to them about.

You'll find them as hard to talk to as rocks, arrogant as a constant reminder of how annoying centaurs really are. ”

Hagrid grumbled, carrying a crossbow the length of Gawain's arm behind him, and striding toward the Forbidden Forest with an oil lamp.

His steps are so big.

Gawain needed to trot to barely keep up.

"They are the largest group in the Forbidden Forest, but they are divided into many small settlements. I'm taking you to their most important one. The leaders of the centaurs, whom they called elders, lived there.

Dumbledore talked to them, and they would..."

While opening the way in front of him, he used his arm to push away the dense branches that stood in the way, and Hagrid introduced.

"Be careful!"

He suddenly took off the crossbow behind him and shot an arrow into the shadows of the woods.

Gawain didn't know what was going on.

But he knew exactly what he was supposed to do.

- He quickly tugged his teeth behind Hagrid's massive body, and at the same time pulled out his wand and whispered "Lumos".

A flash of silver shimmer shot out.

It blooms with a brilliant brilliance at the end!

But there's nothing there.

"Cunning bastard!" Hagrid watched cautiously for a few more moments before putting down his crossbow and muttering.

"Maybe werewolves or something, it smells of blood, and it smells stinky. You just had a very powerful spell, was it taught by Professor Flitwick?"

Hagrid explained to Gawain.

He looked at Gawain's wand with some envy.

The ebony wand was as mysterious as black onyx in the faint light of the lantern, and the silver handle shone with a faint halo.

"Well, yes, if you're interested, maybe I can teach you? That's just a little trick of fluorescent flickering. ”

But Hagrid didn't answer.

Instead, he raised the crossbow again with a solemn face.

This time Gawain also found out.

The dense forest is silent.

Between the foliage, a dozen dim lights flickered, a cold light that was unique to sharp metal, without mercy.

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