Hagrid and Ani exchanged a tacit look and protected the little wizard on his way back.
Aini walked towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest again.
There was no way, even though Bain hated him, he couldn't keep hanging on to him.
"Mr. Bain, do you think I should take out the drawing board now, or untie you?"
The previous joking words that made the centaur furious did not receive any feedback. At this time, Bain was like a large fruit, hanging motionless on the tree.
Um?
Aini waved his wand to untie the vines, and after thinking about it, he used a floating spell to catch him.
Fortunately, he interrupted the centaur's free fall, otherwise Bain's current state would most likely have returned to the embrace of nature.
Aini tapped Bain's cheek with his foot and found that the flesh here was at least two centimeters thicker and swollen with blood. The entire head was enlarged and glowed with a depressing purple-red color.
He forgot that the structures of centaurs and humans were different, and the mass of the lower body was much greater than that of the upper body.
This kind of body proportion means that when hanging upside down, the lower head will bear greater pressure. If the horseman hadn't been in good physical condition, he would have suffered severe cerebral congestion before he was lowered.
He used the sole of his shoe to rub open Bain's eyelids, and his eyes were all red. The extremely bloodshot eyeballs could no longer distinguish the position of his pupils.
Not sure whether Bain was still worth rescuing, Ani regretfully cast a healing spell to smooth the bark that the centaur had scratched when he struggled. He walked to the big tree where Bain had been hung up and gave him I poured some liquid medicine I prepared as compensation.
"Thank you. I made this for Gedia before. I hope you like it too." Aini stroked the tree trunk. He could feel the joy coming from the other party, and his own mood also became happy.
Different from the outside, most of the magic trees in the depths of the Forbidden Forest have developed spirituality. Although they are still far behind Gedia, and they have not even formed a complete self-concept, they can still be regarded as having the conditions to produce spiritual intelligence.
At this time, Aini thought of the Christmas trees that were cut down in the auditorium last Christmas, and suddenly felt very distressed.
"Thank you, nature's favored one, Sylvie is proud to have come into contact with your breath."
"Who?" Aini looked around, but he didn't notice anyone else nearby.
After circling the area again, Aini still found no traces left by others.
Suddenly, Aini looked at the big tree with emotion, walked over again and put his hand on it.
"Is that you? Sylvie? Are you the chestnut tree in front of me?" Aini concentrated his thoughts and conveyed the idea, and this time he received a reply.
"I am Sylvie, this chestnut tree is me, but not me, or every tree in this forest is me, but not me." A soft female voice passed into Aini's heart, It also calmed down his heart, which had been restless due to the incident just now.
Sylvie originally meant forest in Latin, and Aini thought that this might not be just a name.
Sylvie really refers to this forest. She is the aggregation of the will of all trees, just like a beehive. The trees in the Forbidden Forest seem to be independent individuals, but in fact they are all Sylvie. a part of.
Different from the individual evolution of Gedia, a collective will like Sylvie seems to be another effective way of evolution for categories like trees that are not prone to self-awareness.
"Blessed by nature, please don't be sad for me. The individuals cut down by the half-giant are insignificant to me, and no matter which individual plant is taken out of the forest, the spirit on it will return to me."
Ani was relieved to hear this. He didn't want to see the rare tree spirit in front of him harmed.
"Sylvie, why do you call me the favored one by nature? What is nature?" Aini guessed that it had something to do with his affinity. Maybe he was really favored by nature.
"Nature is all things in the world. She is not the only one, nor is she eternal, but nature is endless. As long as there are still favored ones, she will not die."
"The favorer of nature is the person who favors nature. Just like you, you will be sad for the withering of trees. The person who favors nature will naturally favor you."
The answer Aini got was different from what he imagined, but it was more reasonable.
If you don’t pay, why should you think about the gains first?
"Thank you, Sylvie, you can call me Aini." Communicating with Sylvie, a being who is similar to the spirit of nature, made Aini very comfortable, but he still couldn't bear to give up and asked: "What will our exchange bring?" Do you bring harm?”
"Of course not. Ani, I don't object to communicating with other living beings, but you are the first person who can communicate with me since I escaped from chaos and gained consciousness. I am very happy to meet you."
"Me too."
"You can contact me by touching any tree in the forest. I'll see you tonight, Aini. Maybe you need to deal with something. The guys on the ground are waking up soon. Goodbye."
"See you tonight, Sylvie."
After exiting the spiritual link, Ani walked towards Bain.
Mr. Centaur's breathing became louder, and he was trying to open his eyes to look over. His red eyes looked really scary.
He found that the wizard in front of him was different from those he had encountered before. He seemed to not care about his own life or death at all.
This made Bain, who liked to commit suicide in front of other professors at Hogwarts, suddenly want to survive.
It's a pity that he couldn't pronounce a complete syllable at this time, so he could only convey to Aini with his eyes, "Help me, help me, help me!" I can still be rescued!
But after these eyes were magically transformed by those red eyes, they were naturally absorbed by Aini and became——
Kill you, kill you, kill you! Uncle Bain will definitely kill you!
So through the red perspective, Bain discovered that Aini did not come to rescue him as he expected, but instead circled around several trees, not knowing what he was looking for.
In Aini's view, the centaur on the ground is hopeless, not because of his body, but because Bain's will to resist the wizard is too firm. Even if he is let go this time, the centaurs' belief in hating wizards will definitely cause trouble. Big trouble.
If a young wizard who breaks into the Forbidden Forest is harmed, it will be a big trouble for both Hogwarts and the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest.
It's better to solve the problem now than to do this.
Putting his hand on the big tree nearby, Aini passed on a message.
"Sylvie, how is your relationship with the centaur?"
"It's optional, just deal with it as you like. I hope you try not to hurt the Bowtruckle. Of course, I know you have never done that. The little guys who know you like you very much."
"Okay, I'll meet Sylvie later. The little cutie over there is not growing well. I'm going to help it."
Taking away his palm, Aini decided to add some nutrients to the apple tree opposite. The centaur was larger, so the pit had to be dug deeper.
