Chapter 1087? Whispers in the Mist
"Matilda, the intelligence of centaurs is amazing. The Ministry of Magic still considers centaurs to be magical creatures with 'near human intelligence' in accordance with Article 15, Paragraph 2 of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Wrong, I also think this is a great insult..." Alan paused, 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 the decision for all centaurs, but if we don't take a more proactive approach... but let the British Ministry of Magic set the right example and have your centaurs reclassified as 'human', it will be more meaningful The representative significance also allows us wizards and you centaurs to have a better life for each other, and don’t let yourself suffer more just because you don’t want to share your human identity with dark creatures such as hags, witches and vampires.”
Humans and beasts are three classifications classified by the Ministry of Magic to catalog all creatures that exist in the magical world. This classification was established by Grogan Stump, the then Minister of Magic, in 1811 - the definition of 'human' It is any creature that has enough intelligence to understand the laws of magical society and assumes some of the responsibilities in formulating these laws; 'beast' refers to a creature that does not have enough intelligence to understand the laws of magical society and cannot bear the responsibility in formulating these laws. Creatures that shoulder responsibilities in the process of law; and the last kind of "spirit" is not very accepted by the ghosts. They always protest and complain that this makes them appear to be "gone flowers" until the then President of the Wizards Council Ai Only after Elfrieda Krag's redefinition did the ghosts of those with enough intelligence to stage a protest dissipate.
"Alan, I know you are really thinking about the centaurs, but even if I agree, the centaurs in my tribe will not be happy... Tradition has made us lose the ability to change, but this is also the pride of the centaurs. Matilda looked at Star Lake with her deep eyes. Her tribesmen were sitting or lying around the lake. "So I can't accept your help, but I guarantee that the instigation of those pure-blood wizards will no longer have any effect." , your presence 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 wizards of Hogwarts 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 centaurs may not speak very nicely to ordinary wizards, they will still be happy to provide help when they see innocent foals in danger. assistance."
"Matilda, I won't let the centaurs suffer losses for no reason. I will consider a more detailed plan after I go back... Also, if you can convince your people to change their minds, 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 losses caused by the expansion of Hogwarts because of his favor in giving them the moon gem.
After Allen left, the wind blew across the Star Lake, causing ripples. Matilda stood up from her kneeling state, her strong horse body glowing chestnut, it raised its two front legs and looked up to the sky. With a long hiss, the surrounding centaurs of different sizes and mane colors immediately rushed towards him.
Matilda briefly informed the tribe about Alan's visit just now. As soon as he finished speaking, the centaurs who had been standing silently couldn't help but become noisy and restless.
"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 certain compromises." Ronan the Centaur's voice was low and sad, which also attracted some support. supporters’ support.
"But Ronan, if it is to ensure Alan's safety, I am willing to give my life for him. We promised at the beginning to let Alan's friendship for us centaurs last forever in our hearts..." Bain was the first to put forward his opinion, " But if it were other wizards, it would be too shameful for us to do this, we are not slaves of those humans."
"Helping humans is a despicable act, chief. Do we have to be driven by humans like ordinary mules?" Bain's words made many young and passionate centaurs boil and roared in agreement.
"Listen to me... After Allen publicly defeated the man who must not be named... you have also seen the recent horoscopes, and Mars has become brighter." Seeing the tribesmen below arguing, Matilda said in a majestic voice. resounded throughout the space, "The war is more intense than we imagined. If we want to continue to survive here, a neutral attitude is not enough... It will be a sunny day tonight, and I will do some stargazing... Ronan, give me I kept some sage and mallow for me to burn at night to further interpret the results of my stargazing.”
Seeing Matilda's final response, the centaurs had no choice but to disperse without saying anything more.
Despite the chief's decision, for these centaurs, when they think about what the pure-blood wizards who came to the centaurs tribe said, and that they might really have to be neighbors with terrifying magical creatures like fire dragons, It still caused a lot of discussion and uneasiness among the centaurs tribe.
As time went by, on the hillside covered with lush, soft grass, it didn't take long for the horse people to become completely restless and unable to be as leisurely as before. The hearts of the members of this horse people tribe rose. The uneasiness and panic arose, and the inexplicable fear shrouded them, but no matter what they did, they could not get rid of this uneasy feeling.
This kind of hallucination is particularly serious for melancholy and sensitive centaurs like Ronan. By the afternoon, these centaurs no longer have the energy to discuss with their tribesmen, and many centaurs begin to hide in tall buildings on the edge of the tribe. In the darkness behind the tree, I weakly rested my head on the tree trunk that was so high that I couldn't see the tops of the trees.
Not long after they participated in the discussion, a vague voice always sounded in their hearts from time to time, and kept making hazy whispers. Whether they were running along the lake, or doing divination, they were praying to the many gods that the centaurs believed in. Even praying could not eliminate it. The voice seemed to be stationed in its mind, and there was no way to get rid of it. However, its frequency seemed to fluctuate. In the end, many centaurs even thought they were hearing hallucinations.
But after everyone communicated with each other about this strange situation, they discovered to their horror that every horseman felt this unnatural emotion, and many also heard this kind of calling voice. This uneasy atmosphere was very disturbing. It soon permeated the entire centaur tribe.
"Think about it, Matilda just allowed the expansion of Hogwarts, and so many of us have this feeling in our hearts. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net This must be a warning from God..."
"Don't talk nonsense. I think it's because we refused Hogwarts' assistance, which will make it more difficult for us in the Forbidden Forest."
"We all have to carefully observe the stars tonight. The stars will give us revelations... Then we will see the results of the predictions, not your personal wishes. The stars and the moon will guide us."
But then, the light in the dense forest gradually dimmed, and gray-white mist was rising from the humid forest. Although the Forbidden Forest itself was often foggy, preparations were being made for stargazing at night to burn for better visibility. Ronan, who was observing the future vanilla, felt worried as he watched the abnormal clouds and fog gradually filling in. He raised his head and looked at the sky. The fog was getting bigger and bigger. If it continued, he would not be able to rely on astrology and divination tonight. Looking at the signs, I'm afraid it's hopeless.
In the evening, after the sky was almost dark, just as Ronan was worried, the patches of grass growing on the forest floor and the rolling hills could no longer be seen in the forest. The thick gray fog had covered the entire dense forest.
The centaurs were running in the dense forest, passing through the darkness like ghosts floating in the white mist, flickering left and right, disappearing and appearing, passing by the dark tree trunks - they were obviously familiar to them. This kind of climate is also very common in the Forbidden Forest, but the familiar forest at night, the mist, and the whispers in the heart from time to time give the centaurs a strange and desolate feeling.
Matilda did not give up stargazing, looking at the sky through their smoke and flames, under the burning mallows and sage, trying to predict the future from those bright spots that loomed before her through the mist.