Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 46 45. The Minotaur kills the Centaur for justice!!
"Is that their shaman?" Harry asked suddenly.

The one he was referring to was an old centaur who had finally appeared. The hair on his back was no longer as shiny as that of the young centaur, and looked very gray at first glance. His naked upper body was draped with strings of bone ornaments - the centaur refused to wear clothes, believing that this was closer to nature.

"Yes, that's their shaman," Hagrid looked down at Harry and joked, "that's your colleague - you are much younger than him."

"That's a good thing," Harry said softly.

The existence of old centaurs means that when a centaur grows old, he will not be abandoned by the tribe, which is impossible in the centaur tribe of Azeroth.

As long as a Centaur becomes old or loses his strength, it won't be long before he is killed by a younger and stronger Centaur and takes his place - even when food is scarce, the Centaur tribe will kill the weak Centaur and eat them.

Harry is constantly judging the centaurs in his mind. If this race shows a barbaric and dangerous side, he will even choose to exterminate all the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest.

However, based on the details he had observed so far, Harry was very happy (but also felt a part of regret) that these centaurs were not wild beasts without their own civilization and heritage.

This way at least he wouldn't have to go to Headmaster Dumbledore overnight to explain why the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest mysteriously disappeared overnight.

The old centaur shaman took out handfuls of sage and mallow from the pocket hanging on his body and threw them into the campfire in front of him. In an instant, thick smoke mixed with fragrance spread, pungent and refreshing.

The centaur shaman stared at the dancing flames and the rising smoke in front of him for a long time. He suddenly turned around and said something to the young centaurs around him. Those young centaurs lowered their heads and listened very respectfully. Occasionally someone interrupted, but their emotions were all stable.

Harry understood what was going on. This centaur shaman was probably fortune-telling for the future of the tribe, determining whether the tribe needed to migrate and whether there would be danger next year.

"Can we get closer?" Harry turned his head and asked, "This place is a bit too far. I want to see how he does divination specifically."

"Oh, no," Hagrid waved his hand, frowning in disgust. "They don't allow outsiders to get close to this part, and I don't want you to see what's going to happen next so closely."

"You have to know that although I can come to the centaur sacrifice at any time, there is a reason why I usually don't come, Harry." Hagrid sighed, "If I hadn't promised to bring you to see it, I wouldn't want to be here today."

"What do you mean?" Harry tilted his head.

"The centaurs still retain very traditional sacrificial rituals," Newt answered for Hagrid, repeating, "very, very traditional."

No further explanation was needed, because Harry saw a centaur leading a deer to the centaur shaman.

First, he bent down and put his forehead against the deer's forehead. The centaur shaman muttered something and kept stroking the deer's head and neck with his hands - and then suddenly cut the deer's throat!
Using two fingers, he smeared the steaming deer blood on his cheeks and forehead, and each centaur came forward and repeated the process.

When the deer lost its strength and fell to the ground, the centaur shaman bent his limbs and knelt in front of it, and smoothed the deer's eyes with his palms.

Raising his hands three times and lowering his body three times, the Centaur shaman chanted a spell loudly in the Centaur language, and then after standing up for the third time, he used a sharp knife to cut open the deer's chest.

The centaur shaman tore the deer's chest and abdomen even wider, even breaking the ribs on both sides. He focused on everything that appeared in front of him, fiddling with the deer's intestines, heart, lungs, and liver with his hands...

"Visceral Divination," Harry whispered the name of this form of divination.

"You are indeed more knowledgeable than a child, Harry." Newt patted Harry's shoulder and said, "The centaurs still retain this... more cruel way of divination."

The so-called visceral divination is to open the body of an animal after killing it, observe the state of its internal organs and the direction of their flow, and use this to perform divination.

Harry knew about this type of divination because he was invited by Jaina to visit Kul Tiras, and saw it in a land called Drustvar - there was a witch riot in Drustvar, which really upset Daelin.

"The centaurs only use animals as materials for divination?" Harry asked. "As far as I know, the more spiritual the materials used in this divination method are, the more accurate the results will be."

And humans... humans are the most spiritual creatures - visceral divination using humans as materials is also the most accurate.

Just put aside some moral and public issues for a moment.

"Of course," Newt replied in a low voice, "I don't know where you know this from, but centaurs only use animals as materials. For example, deer are very smart animals."

The poor deer's body was soon carried away, and the centaur's sacrifice seemed to last all night long - the main form of expression was looking up at the night sky by the campfire.

But those are just things that ordinary centaurs would do, while the centaur shamans have already begun to meet with the wizards who have been waiting for a long time and start to perform divination for them.

Newt and Hagrid brought Harry over. It could be seen that Newt was indeed very popular in the Centaur tribe. Many Centaurs would smile and salute when they saw him. As for Hagrid - Harry felt that the relationship between Hagrid and the Centaur tribe was quite delicate. At least they could not be considered very good friends.

Some of the centaurs were wary when they saw Hagrid.

A lot of spices were thrown into the fire, not just sage and sweet mallow. No wonder Hagrid said that the centaurs' divination was very expensive. The pungent smell of spices filled the entire tent, and some people were even unable to open their eyes.

Harry clearly saw that the wizard who was undergoing divination had tears all over his face, which could not be wiped away. If someone didn't know, they would think something was wrong with him.

“Shackles,” the centaur shaman said hoarsely, “The smoke is sinking and will soon solidify. It’s a heavy bondage, and there’s coldness and suffocation…”

"What does this mean?" The wizard was a little frightened. He stammered, "Is this an ominous sign?"

There was no answer. The centaur shaman just raised his head and looked at the sky over the edge of the tent, reluctant to speak.

The wizard did not dare to disturb the centaur shaman and could only wait in sweat and restlessness.

"Saturn is so bright, in opposition, corresponding to Pluto..." Staring into the wizard's eyes, the centaur shaman repeated: "Saturn has become brighter."

"What?" The wizard opened his eyes wide in astonishment. He was still eager for more answers, but the centaur shaman refused to say more.

There was no way to get entangled because two centaur warriors with bows and arrows were standing at the entrance of the tent and they had already looked over.

In the end, the wizard had no choice but to leave dejectedly. When he passed by Harry, he could be heard muttering that the money was wasted.

Harry watched the wizard walk to the edge of the camp with a frustrated look on his face, then Apparated away.

"Is this how centaurs tell fortunes for people?" Harry couldn't help but turn his head and ask.

Apart from anything else, Harry dared to guarantee that if an orc shaman dared to perform the same divination as the one just mentioned on an orc warrior who came to seek guidance, he would be hit on the head with an axe as soon as he finished speaking these words.

How can someone do divination without a helmet?
Generally speaking, these vague and unclear words are information conveyed to the shaman by elements or ancestors, or they are intermittent fragments of the future.

The shaman's duty is to interpret these information and fragments that ordinary people cannot understand, and turn them into words that can be understood by those who come to seek guidance - at least to allow other people in the tribe to understand what they should do, what they can do, and what they cannot do.

A shaman who can only speak vague words that people cannot understand will be considered an unqualified shaman. He will not be able to respond to the guidance of the elements and ancestors, let alone predict the future. The best outcome for such a shaman is to be regarded as a liar and expelled from the tribe.

If it were any closer, there would have been a hole in the head.

"What else?" Hagrid looked at Harry blankly. "Isn't that what divination is all about? It's all nonsense and I can't understand it. That's how centaurs are."

"No, no, no, this is just not making the words clear, right?" Harry couldn't help it. "If divination can't let the person seeking guidance know what to do next, then what's the point of this divination?"

"Young foal!" The voice of the centaur shaman suddenly rang out. He walked out of the tent and came to Harry. He stared at him and said, "The boy from the Potter family is very famous even among the centaurs."

"Thank you. I didn't expect that my legend was also spread among the centaurs." Harry's voice inevitably carried a bit of anxiety, because he found that with the actions of the centaur shaman, the centaur warriors had surrounded them - even Hagrid became nervous.

He seemed to want to reach behind his back for the bow, but was stopped by Newt. "Harry? Harry! Hush!!" Hagrid looked a little anxious and he called in a low voice.

Newt did not look relaxed at this time. He put the suitcase on the ground and stepped on it with one foot.

—But neither Harry nor the centaur shaman looked at them.

"I don't think that person will be happy." Harry glanced in the direction where the wizard had just left. "He spent a lot of Galleons to seek guidance from you, but didn't get the answer he wanted. He didn't complain to you not because he was willing, but because the centaurs are strong warriors."

"The story about you is not a legend, child of the Potter family," the centaur shaman murmured softly, "As for that wizard... he has no talent for divination, so naturally he can't understand it."

"So you won't even read the divination for him?" Harry took a deep breath.

"That was a prophecy from the stars. We saw it, and we swore an oath - we swore not to go against the will of heaven." The centaur shaman shook his head.

"Can't defy God's will?" Harry couldn't stand it when it came to his job and professional ethics. He sneered, "From the first day that divination was born, its mission was to help the person being divined avoid bad luck. If it couldn't even do that, then divination wouldn't have survived until now!"

"The more you try to escape fate, the more you will be trapped in it. This is a principle that cannot be violated." The Centaur Shaman shook his head and said, "Centaurs only observe the stars of fate, but never participate in it."

"So you use those vague words to fool others?" Harry couldn't help it. "You accept the Galleons of wizards but can't break the confusion in their hearts, let alone guide their future. What's the difference between this behavior and that of a liar?"

"You should at least tell him clearly what he can and cannot do in the future, or what he should avoid, right?"

"How dare you insult the centaur's divination!!"

There was a sudden roar, and a rough bearded centaur suddenly rushed out from the crowd of centaurs, with black hair standing on end, looking wild and proud.

He rushed towards Harry suddenly, very ferociously, with a very hideous expression, as if he wanted to hit him to death here, but he suddenly slowed down when approaching Harry. It seemed that he just wanted to scare Harry and had no intention of really attacking him.

But unfortunately, Harry really wanted to do that.

In other words, the centaur's actions directly stimulated a nerve in his brain.

The moment this burly centaur roared and rushed out, Harry instinctively tore off the totem on his back, then held one end of the totem with both arms and swung it upwards - bang! !
The long-term exercise and the effects of the magic potion made Harry's body strong and powerful. The tall totem made up for his lack of height and added a bit of powerful weight.

The centaur who rushed out fell down immediately without even the chance to get up again, and his two horse legs were twitching.

Not dead, but at least dizzy for half a day.

"BAINE!!!"

The centaurs suddenly became agitated and some of them exclaimed.

It was a very shocking fact that Bane, who had beautiful black hair, suddenly fell down as his hooves softened the moment he rushed forward, and he lay on the ground without any reaction.

The murderer turned out to be a pony not even as tall as Bane's chest and abdomen, holding a totem that was almost as tall as him.

"The wizard killed Bane!!"

"Pony killed Bane!!!"

"Kill them!!!"

The centaurs shouted one after another, and some excited centaurs followed Bane's steps and rushed towards Harry.

The crowd - the horses were too chaotic and there were no centaurs to use bows and arrows, or it was extremely difficult to hit Harry. The crazy little pony was more agile than all the centaurs had imagined. He jumped swiftly and kept hitting the centaurs' heads and chests with the totem.

If he hit the centaur hard once, the centaur would fall to the ground and twitch, unable to get up for a long time.

This violent and evil little pony seemed to have a pair of eyes on its back. Many centaurs raised their bows to aim at him, but he seemed to see everything and either hid behind the totem in an instant or jumped directly behind other centaurs, forcing those centaurs holding bows to put down their bows in disappointment.

"Oh my God! Harry! We are here for a visit!!!" Hagrid screamed in the chaos of the horses, "How am I going to explain this to Headmaster Dumbledore?!"

Bang! !

While letting out this nasal wail, Hagrid punched a centaur that was rushing towards him on the head - without a doubt, the centaur fell down and fainted on the spot.

Just like a god of war, Hagrid even clamped a centaur with one arm, and then put his two arms together, and the two centaurs' heads hit each other and fell down softly.

"...still alive." Newt withdrew his finger from the nose of a centaur who had just fallen from Hagrid's hands. The old man was much more agile than he looked. He dodged a centaur rushing towards him with just a small jump.

——Although it was Harry who made the first move, more centaurs targeted Hagrid and Newt, the two adults standing with Harry.

Newt, who had just stood still, turned around and saw another centaur charging towards him, so he kicked his suitcase hard. The buckle of the suitcase opened, and the next second, a hand with thick reddish-brown hair popped out from the suitcase - er, foot?

Or maybe two. In any case, these two arms seemed to possess tremendous strength, at least it was something that the centaur rushing over could not resist. He easily grabbed the horse's legs and threw it aside.

Before the third leg popped out of the box, Newt quickly tapped the red-haired leg with his wand, and the other two legs waved around as if they were ticklish, then went back into the box.

With agility far beyond that of an ordinary old man, Newt pounced on the box and quickly closed the buckle.

The atmosphere seemed to be still for two seconds. Newt panted a little tiredly, then raised his head to look at Hagrid, covered his mouth with his fist, coughed twice, and said:
"Well, I think Tina will be happy for me - at least I did my after-dinner exercise as she asked."

"Merlin's Big Foot!" Hagrid belatedly exclaimed in admiration, "That's - a five-legged monster?!"

"No, uh, I mean-yes." Newt instinctively denied it and then sighed helplessly, "Promise me, Hagrid, don't tell anyone."

"Of course!! The Ministry of Magic will go crazy if they find out," Hagrid praised sincerely, "You are worthy of me, Newt - I mean, can I take a look? After everything is over."

Boom!
A centaur hit Hagrid on the head with a stick, but Hagrid touched his head as if nothing had happened, then knocked the centaur down with a punch, his eyes never leaving Newt...the suitcase under him.

"Of course." As they were old friends, Newt naturally knew Hagrid's preferences and suddenly became more helpless. "But now, I think we have to calm this... riot first."

Hagrid was very fond of magical creatures, especially those with sharp teeth or scales, and the more vicious the character, the better he liked them.

"No problem at all!"

Hagrid was ecstatic. He was now full of endless motivation.

As for Harry, his condition at this moment could not be better.

fighting! Cool!

Fight the Centaurs! It's so cool!!

(End of this chapter)