Gawain and Hagrid walked through the woods.

Margaret led the horses far ahead of them, as if Gawain were some kind of deadly germ, and said nothing.

But Gawain also lacked a common language with them.

When you choose your companions, you choose your faction.

Besides, they don't have much in common to talk about.

"Do you want to talk about the postpartum care of mares?"

Gawain thought to himself.

The Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night is quiet and sends chills down your spine.

And it seems that Margaret wants to hide the location of their settlement, and Gawain is keenly aware that the centaurs are taking them on a long detour.

It's all a small trick that doesn't come off the table.

The centaur is as big as his brain.

"Gawain, what kind of spell did you just use? Did Professor Flitwick teach you? It's not as good as you. ”

Hagrid said, holding the oil lamp, tilting his head.

"It's just a normal fire charm, but it takes some skill. If Hagrid wants to learn, I can teach you.

Just like this, when the spell is shouted..."

Gawain cocked his wand, ready to demonstrate to him.

"No, no, I don't need a spell. ”

Hagrid waved his hand in a panic.

"Can you show me how?

Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I've always been curious about Hogwarts and wizards. ”

The voice was ringing in their ears.

But Gawain swears he hadn't noticed any centaurs approaching him and Hagrid!

It may not be difficult to fool Gawain, but there are only two possibilities for Hagrid to come to them without being discovered: stealth, or no hostility.

Following the voice, Gawain looked over.

It was a very attractive centaur with white-blond hair, a silver mane, and ocean-blue eyes that looked like the most precious sapphires.

Very handsome.

Just a little worse than the future Gawain.

Gawain was so convinced.

"My name is Ferenze, Gawain White, and it's a pleasure to meet you. The centaur leaned down and held out his hand to Gawain.

"Nice to meet you, Ferenze. That's just a little trick, and I don't mind sharing it with you. But won't you be targeted by other centaurs if you do this?"

Gawain shook hands with Ferenze.

It's warm, calm, powerful, but not rough.

The other centaurs looked at Ferenze with a cold eye, but Hagrid's eyes narrowed sharply, scaring them back.

"The stars naturally have their own laws, but when it comes to interpreting them, even the wisest stargazer is not sure that their interpretation is correct.

Please forgive Bane, he just..."

Ferenze used his right front hoof to plow the ground, as if trying to say something nice...

"A complete brainless idiot?"

Gawain patted Ferenze's hand.

He found the centaur named Ferenze to be interesting, at least better than the muscular Bane and Margaret pretending to be the godfather of the Forbidden Forest.

I can't agree with it, but I don't want to argue with it. ”

Ferenze smiled, tilting his head to the side.

Under his expectant gaze, and Hagrid's veiled but always inclined gaze, Gawain explained the small use of the Fire Charm.

Of course, the version he had already tried on the victim (phew) control group. It's more time-consuming, but it's also more powerful.

"Here, you can adjust the size and direction of the flame by waving your wand, and if you don't get out of it, you can remotely control it to form a pillar of fire. ”

Gawain concludes his lecture by shooting the flames from the tip of his wand into the sky, exploding a brilliant cloud of fireworks.

"Gauvin White, your genius is respectable. ”

Ferenze said heartily, and Hagrid nodded vigorously.

The Fire Spell is the simplest life spell, but in Gawain's hands, it has become as versatile and amazing as a Swiss Army knife.

"Genius? I thought you would say power?"

Gawain looked at Ferencze with interest.

"You're not strong, at least not right now, are you? It's just that Bane is too arrogant and wants a magnificent victory.

Otherwise, he would have found out. ”

He shook his head and pointed out the reason for Gawain's victory - Bane was too arrogant and wanted to win the duel perfectly.

But if he doesn't even hold on to the consciousness of losing something, how can he deserve victory?

"For you to be recognized, I think Hogwarts must be a good school. Ferenze tilted his head and looked in the direction of Hogwarts from afar.

"It depends on how you define 'good', for example, I like the beds there.

But it is true that I am not averse there. ”

Gawain hesitated for a moment before answering Ferenze.

"The tradition of the centaurs is that we don't reveal the secrets of the stars to outsiders. So, I can't give you my interpretation.

But I hope you understand that the trajectory of the stars shows that after the death of the moon in the future, Mars will shine in the stars for a long time.

I've never seen anything like that... A harsh omen. ”

Ferenze looked down at Gawain, and after a few moments, waved goodbye to him and walked back to the ranks of the other centaurs.

Not far in front of them, through a path formed by bulldozing dirt, was a low wooden fence.

Behind the wooden fence are a number of thatched huts. They looked very shabby, and they had some handmade ornaments made of bones in the doorway.

The tops are very high.

Even if Hagrid walked in, he wouldn't hit his head.

This is the settlement of the Centaurs, and there are some similarities to the countryside of the past.

It's just more shabby, more tattered.

Margaret, who was at the front, stood in front of the fence waiting for Gawain and Hagrid, and with a wave of his hand, a warrior stopped Hagrid.

"Hagrid you must stay here, wizard foal, come with me, the elders are waiting for you. ”

He said without the slightest hint of good-naturedness.

Patting Hagrid's elbow (for it couldn't be any higher) as a comfort, Gawain cautiously followed Margaret into the settlement.

But something surprised him, after entering the gathering, the inside was far better than the outside.

It was neat and clean.

"Put away your rude look! This is the largest centaur village in the Dark Forest, big enough for hundreds of people. Wizards, the centaurs that have been passed down for thousands of years are not as savage as you think!"

As if noticing Gawain's differing looks, Margaret snapped. But in Gawain's eyes, doing so would only make him appear more arrogant and stupid.

"It's like that group of pure-blooded 'nobles' a virtue. ”

Gawain thought disdainfully, but retracted his gaze.

He walked quietly with Margaret until he reached the innermost part of the village. There is a low stone platform made of white marble.

A tent is set up on a spacious stone platform.

Its tarpaulin is scarlet, supported by many stone pillars, painted with intricate and mysterious, intricate lines.

Gawain tries to find the starting point of those lines, only to find that with each attempt, he gets lost in the beginning.

At the door of the tent was a quaint-looking stone brazier, with flames burning but no fuel in sight.

There is no smell when burning.

It only means one thing.

- It was a beam of Gubrai Immortal Fire.

A flame that will never be extinguished.

The most cutting-edge results in permanent metamorphosis.

The ancient secret of how it was made has been lost.

Margaret walked to the brazier with a heavy face, lifted a black stone dagger from the side of the stone basin with her left hand, and slashed hard at the palm of her right hand.

Blood splattered onto the flames.

The orange-red flames suddenly turned a miserable green.

"Elder, I'm here with the Fulfiller!"

He lowered his head and shouted loudly into the flames.

The blood was flowing from the palm of his hand.

The green flames suddenly soared into the air, turning into a mass of snakes. It was only then that Margaret withdrew her hand and turned to look at Gawain.

"Go in, the elders are waiting for you. ”