Strange to say, since Gawain made his decision that night, it seems that the whole world has changed, and for the better.

This is not only reflected in the fact that Holly has a very reliable instructor, but also that once a week, he is able to learn the true wizarding dueling skills from Lupin and master many new spells, but also that he finds himself more motivated to deal with the increasing pressure of studying.

Of course, when I woke up early the next morning, I saw that the Weasley brothers were commanded by Filch, and the painstaking spiral staircase was undoubtedly an important part of it.

At a time when even Professor Binns has increased his homework, joy is such a precious treasure.

"Alright, Gawain, stop laughing!"

Hermione jerked Gawain's elbow and reached for her wand in her right hand, as if to put a spell on him if he didn't return to normal.

"You've been giggling since then!

She lowered her voice and complained discontentedly. Gawain suddenly fell into a state of sluggishness like just now, and then smirked, not once or twice.

If he had been staring at Professor Binns, or the Fat Friars, or Professor Flitwick before, he could have used his imagination to explain, but just now he was staring intently at Pansy Perkins in Slytherin, and even the scrambled eggs on the fork in his hand fell on the table...

It's really creepy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Jane, what were you talking about?"

Gawain scratched his head. He didn't know why, but he had been feeling very relaxed for the past few days. There was a slight heat surging in the body all the time, and the body seemed to become much more relaxed, and even the world in front of me became more colorful.

He was also aware of this situation, and went to someone to consult.

— but the results were not ideal.

Professor Lupin smiled at him inexplicably, advising him not to spend too much time in the library, but to spend more time with his friends, and Professor Snape went too far, opening the door rudely and telling him to get out.

"Mr. White, if you have so much energy, why don't you help Mr. Filch clean the school!

As he spoke, Snape's sallow face pulled the old elder.

"I mean, Professor Flitwick's dueling lesson is tonight! Merlin's leggings, I wonder what he's going to teach! Could it be some advanced spell?"

Hermione said quickly, she had been looking forward to it for days.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think like that... Come to think of it, in Charms class, a flying spell almost blew up the classroom..."

Gawain shook his head, leaned in, and fetched some more roasted tomatoes for himself.

With Professor Lupin's personal instruction, he didn't need much for dueling lessons. Lupin's lessons are very practical and stressful.

- Not only the aspect of spell technique, but also the thinking during the duel, and more importantly, the point.

Knowledge in the event of a duel.

He never knew that in addition to the Unforgivable Charm, just the right Transfiguration Technique could also break the Iron Armor Charm Spell. Many otherwise harmless spells, or some evil spells with limited power, can create surprising effects when combined with the right amount.

"But speaking of which, what are the other instructors doing?"

Gawain suddenly thought.

All he knew was that Lupin would help Professor Snape with some of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and that the eldest, Efia Dogo, would become a substitute professor for the Conservation of Magical Creatures course, while the others were a little elusive.

Even Hagrid was busy, and Gawain had only seen him once at dinner this week.

Suddenly, the windows of the auditorium opened, and a large number of owls poured in, searching for the recipient of the letter tied to their lap. Two of them jumped onto Gawain's table, and they tacitly raised their legs together to let Gawain take it off.

"One is Miranda's reply, and the other is... Professor Dumbledore?"

Gawain suddenly felt a little curious.

He hadn't seen Dumbledore in the castle for days, whether it was breakfast or dinner, it must have been the events in the Forbidden Forest that had taken too much of his energy.

The fire paint on which the envelope was opened with a knife was opened, and there were two sheets of parchment paper inside.

He unfolded the smaller one.

"Gawain,

Eight o'clock in the evening, foyer.

Your Dumbledore

And again: be sure to bring that cloak."

The intricate handwriting was undoubtedly from Dumbledore's handwriting, and the larger parchment was a certificate of special permission for him to enter the Forbidden Forest.

"It looks like I won't be able to attend the dueling class in the evening. ”

Gawain put the letter away, picked out some pistachios, peeled them and fed them to the two little ones, making them jump for joy.

The day's lessons passed quickly.

Emerging from the history of magic classroom, Gawain rubbed his red, swollen eyes from sleep, said goodbye to Harry, and headed to the foyer. Although it was unknown why Dumbledore wanted him to wear an invisibility cloak, Gawain obediently borrowed it from Harry.

By the time Gawain reached the foyer, Dumbledore and the witch named Emmeline Vance had already arrived.

"Dumbledore, all I can say is that things aren't going well there. Deep in the forest—" she said in a low voice, with a brief pause, as if searching for the right words.

"You really should go and see, whatever those things are, they must be big—" She suddenly stopped talking and looked sharply in the direction of the castle, "Who!"

"Ah, Gawain, here you are. Emmeline, let me introduce you, he is Gawain White, who will join us tonight on our journey through the Forbidden Forest, though only one of them. ”

Dumbledore's beard shook and he smiled, the phoenix Fawkes on his shoulder looking up proudly.

It seems like that's what it greets.

After Gawain greeted the witch named Emmeline, Dumbledore led them towards the Forbidden Forest. And the goal of Gawain's "trip" tonight is to go to the tribe of the centaurs.

He's taken care of the spiders, and now, it's time to collect the debt.

The three of them walked and stopped, and Dumbledore stopped from time to time, as if to check something. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the layers of dense foliage and see all the way to the farthest distance.

"Gawain, I think you should be able to see a little bit of difference in the Forbidden Forest, right?"

Professor Dumbledore suddenly looked at Gawain and said.

"Professor, what do you mean... line?"

Gawain replied with some hesitation, and it was easy to resist the desire to peek at Emmeline's expression. At Dumbledore's request, he had put on his cloak of invisibility, which made Dumbledore tilt his head to watch his movements, as if he were talking to a tree.

Grotesque and eerie.

Gawain did see that above the Forbidden Forest, there were more thin lines that looked like crimson. They take on a strange translucent shape that cannot be traced back to the source, nor to the orientation.

But if Gawain had to guess, he would say that the threads were somewhat like cobwebs.

It's just a little more sparse.

You know, he's not a forgiving employer. So he needed it even more. ”

Dumbledore sighed.

His words had no beginning or end, leaving Emmeline frowning, seemingly completely incomprehensible. But Gawain could understand. He has never forgotten the vision of that night.

They walked towards the centaurs' village. Along the way, no one spoke, only the flickering light at the tips of the two wands, and the occasional sound of stepping on fallen leaves.

Depressed, they embarked on a forest path that had been deliberately set aside, and at the end of the path, Margaret was already waiting. His tall frame was mostly hidden in the shadows, and on his back was a large, rather exaggerated bow.

"Margaery, good evening. ”

Gawain took off his cloak of invisibility, revealing his figure.

"Dumbledore, you may leave. ”

Margaret blinked, as if to confirm how Gawain had appeared.

"Well, goodbye. ”

Dumbledore nodded, and was about to turn away neatly, Emmeline walking closely behind him, holding her wand with her right arm half-bent at her waist.

Gawain, who had been trained by Lupin, had recognized that it was the most cautious way to hold it in a duel. If needed, the wand can be stabbed forward to unleash a spell to counter the opponent.

Margaret and Gawain watched them off.

"Wait! Dumbledore!" the burly centaur suddenly exclaimed, "There's not much time left!

Dumbledore's footsteps paused for a moment, then continued as they continued as they disappeared into the dense woods.

"Follow me. ”

Margaret was obviously not interested in exchanging pleasantries with Gawain such as "Did you eat at night?", but instead stiffly dropped a sentence and turned to lead the way.

Lumos (fluorescent scintillation). ”

Gawain took out his wand, lit it, quickened his pace, and walked a little further back beside Margaret. Under the reflection of the fluorescence, he found that Margaery's condition was definitely not good.

- The bare skin was covered with large and small scars, some of which had healed, while others were still bleeding.

"It's all thanks to your wizards, and even this forest is no longer safe. But this is the territory of the centaurs, those filthy scraps, never want to set foot in them!"

Margaret let out a "snort" through her nose.

After turning a few corners in the dense forest, Gawain finally saw the "settlement" he had been to last time.

But here it has changed dramatically.

Many sharp wooden pillars were placed outside the entrance, and many horsemen stood at the door, all with bows and arrows on their backs, waiting for them.

"The war is about to begin. ”

Suddenly, a thought crossed Gawain's mind.