When it was time for the end of class, they saw Harry sweating profusely, with a sore back, and covered in mud.

Rolf thinks it's okay, maybe his physical fitness is relatively strong, so he doesn't show up as badly.

Since there were so many of them on a plate, Rolf even had the leisure to secretly fill three on his farm while Harry and the others were busy.

After loading it, he secretly glanced at Professor Sprout, and found that she did not look at her, but was very patient to guide the little wizards how to change the pot.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then continued to act as if nothing had happened, joining Hermione in their repotting.

After class, Rolf walks back to the castle with his tired roommates, where they get ready to take a shower and take a nap.

But just as Rolf was about to go to the hall for lunch, he met an unexpected person.

As usual, Rolf and his roommates slowly walked towards the auditorium and enjoyed a delicious lunch provided by the house-elves.

But when they entered the auditorium, there was a lot of commotion, and many young wizards peeked in the direction of the teacher's seat from time to time.

To Rolf's surprise, his grandfather, Newt Scamander, was actually sitting there, talking and laughing with Dumbledore.

"That's Mr. Scamander, the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?Why is he so young? He's Rolf's father?" Rolf could still hear the whispers of the young wizards.

At this time, Grandpa obviously noticed Rolf entering the auditorium, and beckoned to him very cordially, motioning for him to come over.

He walked over very obediently, and greeted his grandfather and the kind-faced Professor Dumbledore in turn.

"I didn't expect to meet again so soon, my dear little Rolfe, Professor Dumbledore has invited me to solve some of the problems of the Centaur tribe, would you like to go with me later?" Newt said very gently.

"Okay, grandpa, I'll settle lunch right away. He said excitedly.

Professor Dumbledore looked a little speechless, as if in his opinion, a dangerous place like the Forbidden Forest was not suitable for a young wizard like Rolfe to enter.

But his grandfather was ready to take him to see it, and Newt invited him to help, and it was not good to refuse, so he had to say:

"Little Scamander, follow your grandfather for a while, don't fall behind. With that, he winked at Rolf.

Rolf nodded, and trotted all the way back to the Hufflepuff table to quickly settle his lunch, after all, there were not many opportunities to get to the centaur tribe.

After finishing lunch as fast as he could in his life, Rolf followed the group of bosses towards the Forbidden Forest, and in the distance Hagrid's tall figure could be seen looming in front of the cabin.

"Rolf, why are you here?" Hagrid asked in surprise as he looked at Rolf in the midst of the crowd of bigwigs.

"Hey, Hagrid, I'm also interested in the Centaur tribe and want to check it out. Rolf explained with a smile on his face.

Hagrid turned his gaze to Professor Dumbledore and saw him nod before turning and leading them in the direction of the centaur tribe.

When Hagrid stopped in front of a bush, he picked up a trumpet and blew it loudly into the sky.

After a while, there was a sound of flapping leaves, and then the sound of horses' hooves, and they grew louder and louder, from far and near, and the whole Forbidden Forest seemed to tremble.

The horses split into two rows, neatly bent their forelegs, lowered their proud heads, and bent their waists, as if to salute their superiors.

Then a majestic, strong horseman stepped out with a powerful step.

He had a muscular horse's body with a maroon sheen, a noble head raised in a dashing manner, and a golden-red beard fluttering on his chest.

"Welcome, Mr. Scamander, I'm Adrian, the leader of the Centaur tribe, and I'm sorry to delay your precious time, but our tribe does have some trouble. ”

The voice of this kingly horse man was like a bell, but it was extremely cold and majestic.

"Thank you for coming to greet me in person, but I can only see if there is anything that can help, and I may not be able to guarantee that your problem will be solved. Newt said with great humility.

Centaurs have always disliked mixing with human things, but they have strong fighting abilities, superb astrology, accurate prophecy, powerful healing magic, and no less intelligent than humans.

They are in a safe corner and even offer to be classified as beasts, but they don't want to share their "human" identity with Yaksha and vampires.

Proud and intelligent, they have gone through several wars and tribulations, but they still maintain a good inheritance and a complete race, and their strength and wisdom can be seen.

But now, the proud centaurs have lowered their heads and turned to humans for help, which shows that they are not in a small situation.

The centaur leader turned first, then motioned for the bosses to follow them, and although he slowed himself down as much as he could, Rolf found it difficult to keep up with his pace.

Under Adrian's leadership, they passed through a cave with a long tunnel with torches hanging at intervals on the walls on either side of the tunnel.

The flickering light of the fire reflected the figures of the crowd on the walls, and if it weren't for the overwhelming number of people, and the fact that the centaur tribe was demanding, Rolf would have felt that this place would be eerie.

The tunnel was a gentle downhill road, and he felt that his steps were a little uncontrollable because of the downhill relationship.

The group had walked about a hundred meters before the front suddenly became larger, and a circular stone hall appeared in front of Rolf.

The hall was about the size of a football field, and it was extremely empty, but the walls around it were lined with simple wooden doors one after another.

In the center of the hall is a statue carved by a centaur holding a disc looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, as if something was there that attracted him.

But Rolf followed his gaze and saw nothing but the stone roof.

But he noticed that the disc seemed to faintly emanate a magical fluctuation, as if only he and his grandfather, who had cultivated the meditation method, noticed the magical fluctuation.

Rolf noticed that not all of the centaurs seemed to be as friendly as their leader, but most of them were hostile.

Although they were all lying on the ground with their heads bowed, the gurgling chill emanating from their bodies could be felt, they must have been hurt by humans?

At this time, the Adrian leader interrupted Rolf's observation and said, "A few days ago, a strange disease suddenly appeared in our centaur tribe, and many of them were unable to stand because of pain......"

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