Today is October 31st, and with the elites of the three schools gathering, the Halloween banquet will be very lively in the evening.

What's more, after the banquet is over, it will be the turn of the Triwizard Tournament Warriors to announce the candidates.

Of course, it's still a little early.

While everyone was pondering the pomp and circumstance of the evening, Maca wandered alone in the dimly lit Forbidden Forest with her wand in hand.

Today's weather was a bit overcast, with gusts of wind blowing over the Forbidden Forest and rustling leaves.

Maca walked fast and slow through the woods, as if searching for something. Occasionally, he would pause to listen for the movement in the distance, trying to discern what was making the noise.

Gradually, he went deeper and deeper, and finally came to a stop by a waterhole.

"It should be about the same here," he looked around, then nodded slightly, "Come out, little ones!" ”

He took out the tin box from his arms and released the little eight-eyed giant spider inside. Somehow, the spiders looked a little smaller than they were last time.

"It's getting bigger."

Maca nodded at the little spiders that were crawling around on the ground, only to see them swell up rapidly, almost to the size of a basin in the blink of an eye.

No way, these little ones grew up so fast that Maca had to use a contraction charm on them all.

"Get ready, I'll teach you how to hunt today."

As she spoke, Maca took out another pair of glasses from her bosom and put them on herself—no way, now that he saw these little ones, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Obviously, the blood in their bodies is slowly awakening.

In the Forbidden Forest, there are many strange and magical creatures, but there are also many ordinary creatures in the forest. Maca led a group of nearly twenty young spiders the size of a basin, centered on the waterhole, and relaxed her steps to find her prey.

Not to mention that the Eight-Eyed Spider is a natural jungle killer! Soon Maca realizes that she doesn't need to teach them much, and it doesn't take long for them to know how to sneak up on the critters.

In the end, they even relied on their numerical superiority to besiege a sturdy stag.

While they were feasting on large chunks, Maca found that he had come to a place deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Suddenly, a bush in the distance trembled, and it seemed that something else was approaching.

The little ones who had been eating immediately left the mutilated deer behind and moved quickly towards the bushes.

Just then, a centaur emerged from behind the bushes.

He was obviously startled by the hatchlings of the eight-eyed giant spiders, and the bow and arrows in his hand were immediately raised, and the bowstring had been pulled to the fullest.

"Little ones, come back!" Maca shouted.

When the young spiders heard this, their pace slowed down significantly. They looked at the centaur for a moment, then returned to Maca's side.

"I'm sorry, I raised them - can you put the bow and arrows away first?" Maca looked at the centaur and seemed to remember something, "Oh, I seem to remember you...... You are...... Ronan? Or Ferenze? ”

The centaur hesitated, looked at the young spiders that were crawling back and forth, then at Maca, and finally put the arrows back into the quiver.

"Yes, I'm Ronan." He nodded, "Who are you?" ”

"Don't remember? I'm Macka McLean," said Macca, "and we saw it in the woods one night a few years ago — during the time when unicorns were killed in a row. ”

Ronan the centaur immediately nodded, "Ah, yes, I remember—Mars was bright that night." ”

At this moment, a centaur ran out of the way, causing another commotion among the little ones around Maca.

"Don't worry, I know them all, not enemies."

Fortunately, the wisdom of these bloodline-strengthened eight-eyed giant spiders seems to be higher. Although he can't speak human words yet, he can at least roughly understand the meaning of Maca's words.

"Shrink quickly."

Maca stretched out her wand and turned the little ones back to the size of a grain of rice, returning them to the tin box.

"I'm taking these little ones out today to learn how to hunt," he said, "and the time is about right, and it looks like it will rain in a while, and I should go back to the castle." ”

However, the centaur who appeared later stopped him.

"Wait a minute." The centaur asked, "Are you alone?" ”

"I think, yes." Maca paused and looked back.

"Davros wants to see you," he said, looking up at the sky obscured by the canopy, "fate guides my people, and it guides you...... The sins that are entangled in the blood will eventually disappear from the world......"

"Davros?" Maca was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Oh, the patriarch of your tribe? ”

The tribes of centaurs are large and small, and there is more than one in this forbidden forest. Small tribes have up to a dozen centaurs, but large tribes sometimes exceed hundreds.

But regardless of the size of the tribe, each tribe will have a chief, and the current patriarch will not be replaced if he does not die.

The patriarch of the centaur tribe is often called "Davros" by the other centaurs.

"Human, follow me." The centaur stretched out his hand to Maka.

Maca thought for a moment, and then quickly followed.

Centaurs have always been secretive and have no affection for wizards, so this is a rare opportunity to visit the centaur tribe.

Moreover, the centaur's words just now made Maca a little concerned.

"Sins entangled in blood?" Maca thought, "Are you talking about me?" Or are they talking about themselves? ”

He only knew that, in some of his own conditions, if someone said that there was something wrong with his blood, he would definitely believe it. In fact, he had been pondering this for a long time, for example, why did he react so violently when using Floo Powder?

After following the centaurs all the way through the woods for a while, a tribe of centaurs that was not small suddenly appeared in front of Maca.

Around a huge bonfire enclosed with stones, a large number of rudimentary wooden huts were built against the stone walls. On the outer edge of the tribe near Maca, there is also a simple barrier made of sharpened wood, which can effectively stop the impact of other creatures.

And in the innermost part of the tribe, behind one of the largest sheds, a huge deep cave in the stone wall could be faintly seen.

At this moment, many centaurs in the tribe were looking around the campfire, and when they saw Maka, there was a faint expectation on their human-like faces.

"Davros is inside, please come with me!" The centaur extended his hand again, and then led the way to the largest shack inside.

Ronan, who had returned with them, only nodded to Maca and went back into the woods.

"Did the centaur patriarch get some prophecy through astrology? What are they looking for me for? Seeing that there seemed to be no malice, Maca couldn't help but think to herself......

……

While Maca was invited to the Centaur tribe, Harry and the three were chatting in Hagrid's hut.

Today, Hagrid, who had some caution in mind, wore his best, and at the same time very ugly outfit, the shaggy brown suit.

Not only that, but he also deliberately wore a yellow and orange plaid pattern tie.

And that's not the worst of it, though: he's apparently tried to straighten his hair, using a lot of machine lube and stuff like that. Now his hair was slick in two bunches—perhaps he had intended to tie a ponytail, but he probably found that he had too much hair.

Honestly, this outfit is really ...... Well...... It's a bit of a bad match with Hagrid.

Hermione stared at him blankly for a moment, then apparently decided not to comment, and said, "Well—where's the whelk?" ”

"In the pumpkin patch outside," said Hagrid pleasantly, "they're so big that they're three feet long now!" There was only one problem, they started killing each other. ”

"Oh, that's terrible, isn't it?" Hermione said, glaring at Ron to stop him from speaking.

Ron had been staring at Hagrid's odd hairstyle, just about to open his mouth for a comment.

"yes," Hagrid said sadly, "but that's okay, now I'll separate them and put them in the box." There are only about 20 of them. ”

"Ah, thankfully." Ron said, "So, what about those Flober caterpillars last semester?" ”

"Oh - they're good, they're just a little too fat, and they don't move much right now." Hagrid said happily, "I had to turn them over every day...... You know, they also need to move their muscles and bones from time to time to stay healthy. ”

Hagrid's cottage consisted of only one room, a huge bed in a corner, covered with a quilt made of rags. In front of the fire, an equally large wooden table and chairs were placed, and a large pile of cured ham and dead birds hung from the ceiling above the fire.

At this point, Hagrid began to make tea, and Harry sat down at the table.

Soon the Triwizard Tournament was discussed, and it was evident that Hagrid seemed to be more excited about it than they were.

"Wait," he said, dancing, "wait and see, you'll see things you've never seen before!" The first project is...... Ah, I shouldn't have said that. ”

"Go on, Hagrid!" Harry, Ron, and Hermione urged, but Hagrid shook his head and grinned.

"I don't want to spoil your spirit," Hagrid said, "but I promise you, it's going to be wonderful!" Let me tell you, those warriors have something to do...... I really didn't expect to see the Triwizard Tournament resume in my life! ”

"All I can tell you is that this Triwizard Tournament is definitely more fascinating than ever!"

After that, Hagrid couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and couldn't help but laugh.