After Ani and Hermione left, Tom and his cats stared at the back of the little witch angrily.
You actually competed with Maomao for Aini. I don’t like you anymore! ! !
Seeing the two of them walking further and further away, the little cat didn't care about playing with its friends. It just looked and looked at it, and suddenly felt a tightness on the back of its neck.
Meow, it turns out that it’s not just cats whose fate is being grabbed by the scruff of the neck.
Seeing the ground with tangled roots quickly crashing towards her, the girl screamed and closed her eyes in shock.
The pain he expected in his panic did not come. Instead, his neck tightened, and most of his body was hanging in the air.
"Are you okay?" After greeting, Ani quickly helped Hermione regain her balance.
Hermione fell too suddenly just now, and in desperation, he subconsciously grabbed the little witch by the back of her collar.
This makes the girl look like a tall doll being carried, which is a bit indecent.
"Cough, cough~"
Hermione coughed a few times, feeling a little uncomfortable from the sudden force on her neck.
"I'm fine, thanks to you." After thanking her, the girl gently stroked her neck. When she was suddenly strangled by the collar, she almost thought she was going to die.
"When walking in the Forbidden Forest, you must be careful on the ground, not only the roots of trees, but also remember to avoid unknown animals and plants."
While instructing the little witch on the precautions when walking in the Forbidden Forest, Aini helped her straighten her slightly crooked robe.
"I have read in a book that when the Pompabe wizard in South America was collecting potion ingredients in the rainforest, he accidentally scratched his ankle on a white velvet grass and turned into a sheep."
Hermione responded happily. Every time she could use the knowledge she gained from books, Hermione would feel a sense of satisfaction.
"Fortunately, his wife was by his side at the time, and she immediately took him to the Magic Hospital for Injuries and Injuries, where he was almost misdiagnosed as a blood-cursed orc." Aini had also heard this story. During that time, what happened to the Pombabe wizard was reported in South America. Make it a joke.
"It wasn't until the next day when the therapist conducted a detailed examination on him that Pombaby returned to his human form and led the curious wizards back to the place where he had been injured before, finding the white velvet grass that cut him." The witch then told the rest of the story, which is well documented in the history of world herbal medicine.
"That's right, the Pombalian wizard became the first person to discover the effects of alfalfa, and he was written into the history books for it. After his deeds spread, albacore also became famous and became popular in South America. The momentary bleating needles are even more popular.”
Ani took over the topic tacitly, and the two of them were like playing Solitaire, each taking a paragraph until the whole story was finished.
For two knowledgeable people, this is not the first time this has happened. Both boys and girls like this feeling.
Maybe the Weasley twins thought the same way, singing in harmony and having double the happiness.
"It's a pity. Since the sales of Bieme's blowing needles, white velvet grass has been over-collected, and it is now rare." The little witch was a little regretful. If she had a piece of white velvet grass leaf or Bieme's blowing needle, where would it be today? Even if you argue with Ron, you can shut him up with just one blow.
"If you can get first place in your grade in Transfiguration next year, I can take you to the rainforest to look for white velvet grass and experience the customs of South America." Seeing that the little witch was a little unhappy, Aini made a generous wish.
"It's a deal!" Hermione excitedly high-fived Ani and made a promise, and in a blink of an eye she forgot about Ron.
It is not unusual for the little witch to travel abroad, but most of them are in Europe and South America. She has not been there yet, especially...
She secretly glanced behind her, then quickly moved her gaze back to her feet. She almost slapped her face on the ground just now, which made the girl pay special attention to traffic safety in the Forbidden Forest.
But some people value safety, and naturally some people don’t value safety that much.
For example, drunk driving, drunk driving, drug driving, driving without a license, etc.
Although there were no cars to drive in the Forbidden Forest, she had just experienced the complicated road conditions in the forest. When Hermione saw someone chasing them at a speed of at least 60 yards, the way Hermione looked at them was different from the way she looked at people with the above four conditions. No different.
But for Firenze, running in the forest was nothing but trivial. After catching up with Aini, the centaur stopped steadily.
"Ani, Urina wants to see you." Although the centaur's body is stronger than that of ordinary humans, the long running still made Firenze slightly out of breath.
"Urina?" Aini was a little confused, but then he thought of what another centaur said before, and he suddenly felt at ease.
"Yes, Priest Urena is waiting for you in the tribe." Firenze looked solemn when he mentioned the sacrifice. This is the foundation of the centaurs' tribe's inheritance and is maintained and respected by all centaurs.
"Sorry, Firenze, I'm afraid I don't have time now." Ani glanced at Hermione as if indicating, and led her to continue walking towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
"Ani, the priest has something very important to ask you. It's very important. It's not only related to the survival of the centaurs, but also the safety of Hogwarts." Seeing that Aini turned around and left before he finished speaking, he even Firenze, who had a bad temper, couldn't help but feel a little impatient.
"No need, Firenze. Tell Urina for me, light or darkness, centaurs have the freedom to choose their own destiny, but they must also be aware of the consequences."
Aini continued walking forward without looking back, then thought for a moment and continued: "Tell Urina again that she wants to see me and let her come by herself."
Ani sneered. Even if it wasn't as obvious as Bain, Firenze still had the nature of a centaur to think highly of himself.
Sacrifice is the domain of centaurs, not wizards.
As a rare genius among wizards, Aini didn't think that a foreign leader could attack him easily.
Centaur? What's so great about it? Could it be that the small number and imminent extinction can be a source of pride?
So ridiculous.
The reason why the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest are still so carefree is inseparable from their law-abiding behavior during the First Wizarding War.
But last year, Urena didn't know what she read from the trajectory of the stars, and she was a little anxious about the future of the centaurs.
Bain had heard her mention the issue of siding many times, whether to continue to remain neutral or to completely surrender to a certain side. The unpredictable consequences made her always wavering.
By the way, in the centaurs tribe, the stubborn Bain is more comfortable than Firenze. After all, one is a die-hard supporter of centaurs supremacy, and the other is close to wizards. The former will naturally be more trusted by the tribe.
"You!" Firenze stepped forward impatiently, but thinking of Bain's tragic situation, he still slipped away from his heart.
"Ani, what are these centaurs going to do?" Hermione watched with disgust as Firenze turned a corner and disappeared into the woods.
Thanks to Bain's true appearance in the Forbidden Forest last time, the little witch can't help but feel good about the centaurs.
"What are you doing? It's just that you don't dare to join Voldemort, and you want to ask for some guarantees and benefits on the pretext of helping Hogwarts." Aini said with disdain. It was difficult to make them grateful, but it was easy to pursue profit.
But have the horse people ever thought that using themselves as bargaining chips is too light?
Preliminary estimate is that it is less than one Quirrell!
