Hogwarts' Golden Glory

Just then, Hagrid's enormous figure burst through the bushes and rushed in.

He was accompanied by a howling sound!

It turns out that Ya Ya went to call for help.

The moment Hagrid saw the scene before him, he nearly dropped the oil lamp from his hand.

"Merlin's beard!"

Hagrid's movements shook the leaves, and he almost fell to his knees next to the unicorn.

"What's going on?"

"Quiet!" Snape's wand suddenly pointed at Hagrid's nose. "Look what you've done! Sending three first-year wizards off in separate groups? Do you think the Forbidden Forest is your backyard?"

Hagrid's expression changed instantly upon hearing Snape's accusation.

Harry had never seen Hagrid so pale.

The hybrid giant's large, bell-shaped eyes filled with tears as his rough fingers gently stroked the unicorn's newly grown silver mane: "I...I didn't know it would turn out like this...I was safe in the Forbidden Forest before..."

"Safety?" Snape's voice was like a viper's hiss.

"Longbottom is still unconscious! If it weren't for—" He abruptly stopped speaking, glancing at Quirrell, who was adjusting the hem of his robe.

Kane coughed at the opportune moment: "I...I think we should take Mr. Longbottom to the school hospital first..."

He also plans to leave this place.

After all, he had just fought Voldemort and his magic power was almost depleted.

Hagrid then noticed the unconscious Neville and let out a frustrated growl.

He picked up the round-faced boy like a doll, his movements surprisingly gentle: "I'll go find Mrs. Pomfrey right now! But the unicorn..."

"It can walk on its own now; Kane's phoenix has removed the curse from its body."

"Snape said coldly, pointing his wand at the bushes not far away."

The unicorn stood in the moonlight, its steps still a little unsteady, but its eyes had regained their vitality.

Harry opened his mouth as if to say something.

But Snape had already turned and strode towards the castle: "Follow me, Potter. If you don't want to be eaten by the other monsters in the Forbidden Forest—"

And they completely ignored "Quirok" behind them.

When everyone's figures completely disappeared into the forbidden forest.

Kane has now returned to his original appearance.

His hunched back straightened up again.

"Quirk still smells disgusting."

The night breeze suddenly shifted, carrying the scents of moss and cold springs.

Kane's wand instantly pointed to the right: "Flash."

The soft white light illuminated the open space ten steps away.

Ferenc emerged slowly from behind a beech tree, revealing his silver-white horse.

"It's me, Ferencze."

"The stars indicate that you will appear at this moment."

The centaur's voice sounded like a distant harp: "Mars and Jupiter are conjunct in Ophiuchus, which usually foretells—"

"—This heralds the return of changemakers."

Kane smoothly continued, "I've read page 147 of the 'Centaur Astrological Prophecies'."

Ferenczek's forehooves lightly trod over the dew-kissed ferns: "You're more dangerous than when you left, little wizard. The dark spots on Pegasus indicate you've come into contact with something older than death."

Kane's eyes narrowed slightly.

Prophecy is indeed a wondrous magic.

It's strange how, even though you know it will happen, it's always unavoidable.

The forest suddenly fell into an eerie silence, even the owls stopped hooting.

"Come with me."

After a long while, the centaur turned around, starlight shimmering in his mane. "The elders want to see this human who has just been blessed by the unicorn."

"Blessing?"

Kane's voice held an unusual hint of confusion.

"I thought it was just... a way for living beings to say goodbye."

Just now, when the unicorn left, it performed a strange ritual on Kane.

"You human wizards," the centaur's deep voice held a hint of mystery, "few realize just how powerful magic imbued with love can be."

A night breeze swept through, and the leaves in the forbidden forest slowly fell.

The fallen leaves swirled around Kane, but none landed on him.

"Look," Ferenczec raised his forelegs and pointed at them, "they are avoiding you—this is the first sign of blessing. From this night on, the winds of the Forbidden Forest will make way for you, the poison ivy will retreat on its own, and the moonlight will forever illuminate your path."

Kane's grey-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and his wand unconsciously twirled half a circle: "What are the specific effects?"

"It's not that kind of superficial, overt magic."

The centaur's tail swept across a falling leaf. "It's more like... a stroke of luck. You'll find the herbs you need more easily, danger will always brush past you at the last moment, and even the fiercest creatures will be more lenient with you."

Kane chuckled softly. "Sounds like a permanent version of Felix Felicis."

"Much deeper than that."

Ferenczek suddenly slammed his forehooves into the ground, sending up a ring of glowing spores. "Luck can be consumed, but blessing... is the magic of life. It grows and changes with your choices."

The sound of a branch snapping came from afar.

Kane pointed his wand at the source of the sound, only to see a Bowtruckle scurrying into a tree hole in a panic.

The little creature stopped abruptly the moment it saw Kane, tilting its head and looking confused.

"Did you see that?"

Kane's image was reflected in Ferenczer's blue eyes. "Even the most vigilant forest dwellers can sense the change in you. But..."

The centaur suddenly leaned down, observing Kane's unusual behavior: "Blessings can also attract... malicious gazes. There are beings deep within the Forbidden Forest that hunt blessed souls."

Kane's fingers lightly traced the wand in his hand, a smile playing on his lips. "Then I'll see if their fangs are sharper, or if my spell is faster."

They didn't say much.

Continue along a path covered with glowing mushrooms deeper into the Forbidden Forest.

When the moonlight was completely blocked by the ancient trees, Ferenze suddenly stopped.

Ahead appeared an archway naturally woven from thorns, adorned with barnacles that changed colors.

"Remember," the centaur's deep voice echoed in the darkness, "no matter what you see, do not cast any spells. I will protect you."

Kane followed Ferenczer through the thorny archway, and the sight before him made him pause briefly.

This is a circular open space surrounded by ancient trees, with moss on the ground that glows slightly with every step.

Twelve natural stone pillars are scattered about, and each pillar has a fist-sized crystal ball suspended at its top, with a flickering star inside.

Several star charts woven from starlight floated in mid-air, slowly rotating.

This place is clearly a gathering place for centaur tribes.

Upon seeing Kane appear, Bane pushed aside his companion and stood up.

"You've finally arrived, Kane!"