"I see you," Dudley muttered to himself as he looked at Quirrell in the distance.

There was no need to stop Quirrell's departure.

The reason why Dudley accompanied Harry and them to the Forbidden Forest was not to find Quirrell and Voldemort to fight to the death, but to protect Harry and the three of them.

Even if you really want to fight, you have to fight in the case of a head-on encounter, otherwise you can avoid it, and it's best to miss it perfectly.

It's a bit of a pity for the injured unicorn.

"What did you just float by?" Harry asked in a low voice as he stood beside Dudley.

"You're good-looking. ”

"Maybe. Harry had his head lowered so he couldn't see his face.

Dudley glanced at Harry, and it was rare to see that Harry didn't refute, and with a positive emotion, he decided to confirm the idea in his mind, "Do you want to go back now?"

A cool breeze blew through the crowd, revealing some of the scars on Harry's forehead that had been blocked by bangs.

"We can't go back," Hermione squeezed between the two men, her grimace grimacing, "we have to save the poor unicorn." ”

Darinu spread his mouth and hands, "You decide. ”

From Harry's hesitation just now, Dudley had confirmed the suspicion in his mind, and the reason Harry said before that he had to go was probably to see if there was a shadow of Voldemort behind all this.

What made him wonder was that Voldemort could not be deduced with all the clues that Harry knew now, so how did Harry know?

He didn't want to say anything or ask, when Harry wanted to say it, he would know, there was no need to rush this matter, everyone had their own secrets.

Harry's face changed several times before he finally said with certainty, "Go, Ron, where are you?"

"You all go, I can't go back. Ron wept with a sad face.

Since he wanted to save the injured unicorn, he couldn't afford to delay any longer, and Quirrell's figure was already drifting in the wrong direction.

They walked faster than before, and at the same time observed their surroundings more carefully, pricking up their ears to catch the slightest sounds.

Suddenly.

In the clearing in front of them, they clearly saw something moving.

"Be ready to spread out a little at any time. Dudley held them back, wand pointing ahead.

With the sound of horses' hooves, the thing stepped into the clearing.

A limerick poem can sum up this thing - looking at it horizontally as an adult on the side of a horse, I don't know if it's a horse or a person.

This refers to rare and intelligent magical creatures, often referred to as centaurs or centaurs.

Actually, it's more accurate to call them centaurs.

Centaurs are very proud of their race, and they consider themselves to be 'beasts' rather than 'humans', most notably because they don't want to share their 'human' identity with creatures such as banshees and vampires.

According to ancient research, the Centaur is a completely independent species, not a hybrid half-orc, with a human body above the waist and a horse body on the lower half, with different hair colors from dark to light. They do not use wands, but are adept at healing magic, divination, archery, and astronomy.

The centaur in front of them had red hair and a beard, a shiny brownish-red body and a red tail that almost dragged to the ground.

"Don't come here, just stand over there first, I'm going to cast a spell if I want to go forward. Dudley didn't want to get too close to the centaurs, he didn't know if it was Voldemort's trick, and even if he didn't, he couldn't get close to the centaurs, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stand the conflict.

"Good evening, my name is Ronan. Ronan said, his voice low and sad, "You're trying to hit me with a spell?"

"Good evening, Ronan. I also had to do it, please don't mind. We're both Hogwarts students, my name is Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, and this lady is Hermione Granger. Dudley's voice was full of kindness, and he slowly lowered his hand holding his wand, but that didn't stop him from fighting back at any moment.

"You shouldn't have come here, it's not been peaceful in this deep forest lately. Ronan didn't mean to approach them, he slowly spoke, "If this happens, Hagrid should have come to inspect the Forbidden Forest, he hasn't seen him for a long time. ”

The few of them glanced at each other, and Hagrid's absence must have been hatching dragon eggs.

"We've noticed that it's not calm. Hermione whispered, "Hagrid and we are friends. ”

"Yes, say hello to him for me. Ronan sighed. He raised his head and stared at the sky, "Mars is bright tonight. ”

"By the way," Hermione asked anxiously, "have you ever seen a wounded unicorn?"

Ronan didn't answer Hermione's question right away, his eyes staring upwards without blinking, and then he sighed.

"It's always the innocent who suffer first," he said, "and it was like that hundreds of years ago, and it still is like this today." ”

Dudley shrugged his shoulders and said noncommittal.

Hermione, feeling unable to communicate with the centaur, nudged Dudley and whispered in his ear, "Now is not the time for you to be a decoration." ”

Dudley pouted helplessly, this was a real centaur, and it was more difficult to get something out of the centaur's mouth than it was for him to fly into the sky.

The big guy said what he could do, so he had to ask, "Ronan, did you see anything unusual?"

"Mars is bright tonight," Ronan repeated, "unusually bright." ”

"Very bright indeed," Dudley asked, looking up at the sky, "Did you notice any strange movements?"

Ronan was still slow to answer, and finally he said, "There are many secrets hidden in the deep forest. ”

It's really like this forbidden forest is a little green dragon.

"In that case, let's go first. Dudley led them around the side.

At this moment, there was movement in the bushes behind Ronan, and Dudley raised his wand again, and it turned out to be a centaur with white-blond hair, a pair of silver sideburns, and a pair of eyes that were amazingly blue, like pale sapphires.

"Ronan, you're here. ”

"Hello!

Before the centaurs could react, Dudley slipped past them, and Harry and Ron looked back from time to time to sneak a peek at the two centaurs until the trees blocked their view.

They continued to weave their way through the dense, pitch-black woods. All around him was the crackling of their steps and the rustling of leaves in the wind, but Harry always looked nervously.

"Are you scared?" asked Dudley, curious.

"I didn't!" Harry said stubbornly.