Chapter 1087 ? Whispers in the Mist
"Matilda, the wisdom of the centaurs is amazing. The Ministry of Magic still considers the centaurs to be magical creatures with 'close to human intelligence' in accordance with the second paragraph of Article 15 of the Division for the Regulation and Control of Magical Beasts. Wrong, I also think this is a great insult..." Alan's tone paused, he carefully looked at Matilda's expression, and said carefully, "I can't make decisions for all the Ministry of Magic, and neither can you. Make a decision for all centaurs, but it will be more meaningful if we don't take a more aggressive approach...but get the British Ministry of Magic to set the right example and get your centaurs reclassified as 'human' The meaning of representation will also allow us wizards and you centaurs to have a better life for each other, and don't make yourself suffer more because you don't want to share your human identity with dark creatures such as hags, banshees and vampires."
Human and beast spirits are the three classifications of all creatures that exist in the wizarding world after cataloging by the Ministry of Magic. This classification was established by the then Minister of Magic Grogan Stump in 1811-the definition of 'person' Any creature intelligent enough to understand the laws of a magical society and to take part in making them; 'beast' refers to a creature not intelligent enough to understand the laws of a magical society and the last kind of 'spirit' is not well accepted by the ghosts, they always protest and complain that this makes them seem to be 'beyond the past', until the then president of the wizard council Ai Only after the redefinition by Alfreda Cragg did these specters, intelligent enough to march against it, subside.
"Alan, I know that you are really thinking about the centaurs, but even if I agree, the centaurs in my tribe will not be happy... Tradition makes us lose the ability to change, but this is also the pride of the centaurs. Matilda looked at Xinghu Lake with her deep eyes, and his people sat or lay down comfortably around Xinghu Lake, "So I can't accept your aid, but I guarantee that the provocations of those pure-blood wizards won't work anymore , your appearance here tonight is enough for me to convince most centaurs and make them feel at ease... In addition, I can also assure you that the little Hogwarts wizards who enter this forbidden forest in the future will be safe. You don't need to worry, my tribe and I will take care of them secretly. Although the horsemen may not speak very nicely to ordinary wizards, they will still be happy to provide them when they see innocent foals in danger. assistance."
"Matilda, I won't let the centaur suffer losses for no reason. I will consider a more detailed plan when I go back... Also, if you can persuade your people to change their minds, please let me know at any time." Seeing the other party insisting , Allen decided not to say more for the time being, he knew in his heart that the other party decided to bear the loss caused by the expansion of Hogwarts because of the favor he gave them the Moon Stone back then.
After Allen left, the wind blew across the star lake, causing ripples. Matilda stood up from her kneeling position, her strong horse body glowed with maroon, she raised her two front legs and looked up to the sky. With a long hiss, the surrounding centaurs of different sizes and mane colors rushed towards him immediately.
Matilda simply told the clansmen about Alan's visit just now, and as soon as his words fell, the horse people who had been standing still couldn't help being noisy and agitated.
"I agree with what the chief said. According to the wizard's philosophy, this is the territory of Hogwarts. We live here, and we should make some compromises." Ronan the centaur's voice was low and sad, which also attracted some support. the solidarity of the
"But Ronan, if it is to ensure the safety of Alan himself, I am willing to sacrifice my life for him. We promised at the beginning that Alan's friendship with us centaurs will last forever in our hearts..." Bain first made an opinion,
"But if it's other wizards, it would be too embarrassing for us to do this. We are not slaves of those humans."
"Helping humans is a low-level behavior, chief, are we going to be driven by humans like ordinary mules?" Bane's words made many young and passionate centaurs boil and roared in agreement.
"Listen to me... After Allen publicly defeated the man who couldn't name...you have also seen the recent astrology, and Mars is even brighter." Seeing that the clansmen below were arguing, Matilda's majestic voice resonated Resounding through this space, "The war is more intense than we imagined. If we want to continue to survive here, a neutral attitude is not enough... Tonight will be sunny, and I want to do a stargazing on this... Ronan, give I take some sage and mallow to burn at night to further interpret the results of stargazing."
Seeing Matilda's final response, the horsemen left without saying anything.
Although the chief made a decision, for these centaurs, when they thought of what the pure-blood wizards who came to the centaur tribe said, and when they really might want to be neighbors with terrible magical creatures like fire dragons, It still caused a lot of discussion and uneasiness among the horse people tribe.
And with the passage of time, on the hillside covered with lush and soft grass, the horse people were completely restless after a short time, and could not be as leisurely as they used to be. The uneasiness and panic aroused, and the inexplicable fear enveloped them, but no matter what they did, they couldn't get rid of this uneasy feeling.
This kind of hallucination is especially serious for the melancholy and sensitive centaurs like Ronan. In the afternoon, these centaurs no longer have the energy to gather with the tribe to discuss, and many centaurs began to hide in the tall mountains on the edge of the tribe. In the dark place behind the arbor, he rested his head feebly on the trunk of a tree that was so high that he could not see the top of the tree when he looked up.
Not long after they participated in the discussion, there was always a vague voice calling in their hearts from time to time, and they kept whispering indistinctly, and whether they were running along the lake, or divination, they turned to the many gods believed by the horse people one by one Prayers can't be eliminated, the voice seems to be resident in its mind, and there is no way to get rid of it, but its frequency seems to fluctuate, and in the end, many centaurs even thought that they had an auditory hallucination.
But after everyone communicated with each other about this strange situation, they discovered in a panic that every horseman felt this unnatural emotion, and many of them also heard this calling-like voice. This uneasy atmosphere is very It soon permeated the entire centaur tribe.
"Think about it, Matilda just let go of the expansion of Hogwarts, so many of us have this feeling in our hearts, this must be a warning from heaven..."
"Don't talk nonsense, I think it's because we rejected Hogwarts' assistance, which will make it more difficult for us in the Forbidden Forest."
"Tonight we all have to carefully observe the astrology. The starry sky will give us enlightenment... At that time, we will see how the prophecy will turn out, not your personal wishes. The stars and the moon will guide us."
But then, the light in the dense forest was gradually dimming, and a gray mist was rising from the damp woodland, although the forbidden forest itself was often foggy, and it was being prepared for stargazing at night. Ronan, who observes the vanilla in the future, feels worried when he sees the abnormal clouds gradually filling up. He raises his head to look at the sky, the fog is getting bigger and bigger. Checking for signs is probably hopeless.
In the evening, after the sky was almost dark, as Ronan was worried, there were no patches of grass growing on the woodland and rolling hills in the forest, and the thick gray fog had covered the entire dense forest.
The horsemen ran in the dense forest, shuttling in the dark like ghosts floating in the white mist, flickering from left to right, flickering and flickering beside the black lacquered tree trunks - obviously they were familiar with them This kind of climate is also very common in the Forbidden Forest, but the familiar forest at night, the diffuse mist, and the whispering calls in the heart from time to time gave the horse people a strange feeling of desolation.
Matilda did not give up stargazing, and under the burning of sweet mallow and sage, she looked at the sky through their smoke and flames, trying to predict the future from the bright spots that loomed in front of her through the fog.