"Matilda, the intelligence of the centaurs is amazing, and the Ministry of Magic still thinks that centaurs are magical creatures with 'close human intelligence' under Article 15, Paragraph 2 of the Department of Magical Beasts Control and Control, which is a mistake, and I also think this is a great insult..."Allen's tone paused slightly, he carefully looked at Matilda's expression, and said cautiously, "I can't make decisions for all the Ministry, and you can't make decisions for all the centaurs, but if we don't take a more positive attitude... But it would be more representative for us wizards and you centaurs to have a better life for each other, and not to suffer more by not wanting to share your human identity with dark creatures like dominatriks, banshees, and vampires. ”

Human-beast spirits are the three classifications of all living beings existing in the wizarding world by the Ministry of Magic, which were established by the then Minister of Magic, Grogen Stump, in 1811 - 'man' is defined as any creature that has sufficient intelligence to understand the laws of a magical society and bears some responsibility in making those laws; The spirits were also not well received by the ghosts, who always protested and complained that it made them seem to be 'a thing of the past', until the then head of the Wizarding Council, Alfrida Cragg, redefined the ghosts who had enough intelligence to march against them.

"Alan, I know you're really thinking about the centaurs, but even if I agreed, the centaurs of my tribe wouldn't be happy... Tradition has deprived us of the ability to change, but it is also the pride of the Centaur people. Matilda's deep eyes looked at Star Lake, around which his people sat or lay freely, "So I can't accept your help, but I promise that the pure-blood wizards' provocation won't work anymore, and your presence here tonight will be enough for me to convince most centaurs to put them at ease... In addition, I can also assure you that you do not need to worry about the safety of the young Hogwarts wizards who enter this Forbidden Forest in the future, and my people and I will secretly watch over them, although the centaurs may not speak very well to ordinary wizards, but they will still be happy to help when they see innocent foals in danger. ”

"Matilda, I'm not going to let the centaurs suffer for no reason, I'll think about a more detailed plan when I get back... And if you can convince your people to change their minds, feel free to let me know. Seeing that the other party insisted, Alan decided not to say anything more, he knew in his heart that the other party had decided to bear the loss caused by the expansion of Hogwarts because of the favor he had given them the Moon Gem back then.

After Eren left, the wind rippled through the Star Lake, and Matilda rose from her kneeling state, her muscular body glowing chestnut, and she raised her two front legs and hissed when she looked up to the sky, and the surrounding centaurs of different sizes and manes of different colors immediately rushed in his direction.

Matilda simply informed her people of Alan's visit, and as soon as his words fell, the horses who had been standing still could not help but be agitated.

"I agree with the Chief's words, according to the Wizards' philosophy, this is originally Hogwarts territory, and we live here, so we should make some compromises. Ronan the centaur had a low and sad voice, drawing the support of some supporters.

"But Ronan, if it is to ensure the safety of Eren himself, I am willing to pay for his life, we promised to keep Alan's friendship with us centaurs forever in our hearts......" Bane was the first to advise, "But if it is other wizards, it would be a shame for us to do so, we are not slaves to those humans." ”

"Helping humans is a lowly act, Chief, are we to be driven by humans like ordinary mules?" Bane's words made many young, hot-blooded centaurs boil and roar in agreement.

"Listen to me... After Allen publicly defeats the man who can't be named... As you have seen in the recent astrology, Mars is brighter. Seeing that the clansmen below were arguing, Matilda's majestic voice resounded loudly through the space, "The war is more fierce than we imagined, we must continue to survive here, and neutrality alone is not enough... It's going to be a sunny day tonight, and I'm going to stargaze about it... Ronan, fetch me some sage and mallow for me to burn at night to further interpret the results of stargazing. ”

Seeing Matilda's final response, the horses dispersed without further ado.

Despite the chief's decision, the thought of the pure-blood wizards who had come to the centaur tribe had said something that might indeed be a neighbor with a terrifying magical creature like a fire dragon caused a lot of discussion and unease among the centaurs.

And as time passed, on the slopes of the hills covered with lush, soft grass, it was not long before the centaurs were completely restless, unable to relax as before, and the restless panic that rose in the hearts of the members of this centaur tribe, an inexplicable fear enveloped them, but no matter what they did, they could not shake off this uneasy feeling.

This hallucimidation was particularly severe for the melancholy centaurs of Ronan's type, and by the afternoon they had no energy to get together with their tribesmen, and many of them began to hide in the shadows behind the tall trees on the edge of the tribe, resting their heads feebly against the trunks of the treetops that were too high to look up.

Not long after they began to participate in the discussion, there was always a faint voice in their hearts from time to time, constantly making hazy whispers, and whether they were running along the lake, divination, or praying to the many gods of the centaur people's beliefs, they could not get rid of it, this voice seemed to be stationed in its mind, and there was no way to get rid of it, but its frequency seemed to fluctuate, and in the end many centaurs even thought that they were hallucinating.

However, after everyone communicated this strange situation to each other, they were shocked to find that every centaur felt this unnatural emotion, and many of them also heard this kind of calling, and this uneasy atmosphere soon permeated the entire centaur tribe.

"Come to think of it, Matilda just let Hogwarts expand, and so many of us have this feeling in our hearts, it must be a warning from the heavens..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I think it's because we've turned down Hogwarts for help, and it's going to make it harder for us to be in the Forbidden Forest. ”

"We'll all have to take a good look at the stars tonight, the stars will tell us... When the time comes, it will be up to you to see what the prophecy will be, not your own will, and the stars and the moon will guide us. ”

However, then, the light in the dense forest gradually dimmed, and a gray mist was rising from the damp woodland, although the Forbidden Forest itself was often foggy, Ronan, who was preparing to burn the vanilla for stargazing at night to better observe the future, was worried about the way the abnormal clouds and mist gradually filled, he raised his head and looked at the sky, the fog was getting bigger and bigger, if it continued, it would be hopeless to use the astrological divination and check the signs tonight.

In the evening, after it was almost dark, just as Ronan had feared, the grass and undulating mountains growing on the forest were no longer visible, and the thick gray fog had covered the entire dense forest.

The horses ran through the dense forest, shuttling in the darkness like ghosts floating in the white mist, flickering left and right, flickering and flickering beside the black tree trunks - obviously their own familiar home, this climate is also very common in the Forbidden Forest, but these usually familiar night forests, the fog, and the whispering calls in their hearts from time to time make the horses have a strange sense of desolation.

Matilda did not give up stargazing, looking at the sky through the smoke and flames of the mallow and sage, trying to predict the future from the faint bright spots that loomed through the mist.