I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 181 The Day of Destruction for the Centaurs

"We can handle it!" Ronan, with his fiery red hair, stubbornly insisted.

"Can we?" Ferenzé was somewhat out of control, his voice rising a few decibels. He then turned to his companions, took a deep breath, and said, "We've never encountered such terrifying undead creatures before. Haven't we?"

His melancholy face was filled with worry.

"Mars is getting brighter and brighter; I can see its bewitching red light even through the clouds."

Upon hearing this, the other centaurs all looked up at the sky.

Irving also raised his head.

Mars?

Where?

Why is the top of his head so black?

She's even darker than Hermione from the first playthrough (not really).

Where is the light?

I am the light!!!

"War is about to break out, and the innocent are always the first to suffer!" Ferenze sighed. "Ronan, I hope you understand that the tribe is on the verge of life and death."

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This time, Ronan finally didn't refute him.

But he didn't agree to Ferencze's proposal either. His fiery red hair, like burning flames, seemed to reflect his character. "Even so, we should fight to the last, like true warriors!"

"Oh right! Gryffindor gave you a thumbs up!" Owen transformed into a merciless吐槽 machine.

"You~" Although Ferenze has the best temper among the centaurs.

But they were still centaurs after all.

Even a clay figure has some fire in it, let alone a centaur with a body full of muscles.

Stream (￣ ii￣;)

Envy~~~

Ferenc looked down at Owen, puzzled as to why this young wizard from Hogwarts would speak well of Ronan.

In his view, if Dumbledore wanted to forge an alliance with the centaurs, he should be on his side.

But now it's the other way around?

"What are you looking at?" Irving retorted without hesitation. "I think Ronan is right, is that wrong?"

"Be a warrior!"

"Like a knight!"

"Yes, that's exactly what I think!" He nodded, seemingly emphasizing his words, "Once the centaurs are all dead, Hogwarts will immediately have a huge new territory. Wouldn't that be wonderful!"

"This is something to celebrate!"

As he spoke, Irving suddenly covered the corner of his mouth.

"Oh dear~" he said in a high-pitched, teasing tone, "Did I give off some kind of wicked smile?"

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Upon hearing this, the surrounding horsemen were greatly alarmed!

They all stared at Irving in disbelief.

The undisguised conspiracy, the mockery written on their faces, and the sarcasm that slipped out of their mouths made him momentarily forget his anger.

He pretended he had misheard!

Among the centaurs, Ferenze also looked incredulous, his unusually blue eyes revealing a deep sense of confusion.

He looked at Irving, many questions popping into his mind.

Is this a young wizard from Hogwarts?

Why is it different from what he imagined?

Is this what they call Slytherin House?

"Hmph! Human wizards are all up to no good!" Ron breathed heavily through his nose.

Although he did not share the same aversion to wizards as the more conservative older centaurs.

He admired Dumbledore, but that was about it.

The greatest concession he and the other young centaurs could make was to remain neutral from a distance; they would not participate in the plan to attack Hogwarts, but they would not help them either.

This is the biggest difference between him and Ferenczec.

"You're only finding out now? Human wizards have ill intentions. Isn't that common sense?" Owen, the master of sarcasm, started his rambling mode again.

"Yes, that's right!"

"They are treacherous, cunning, scheming, cruel, and vicious."

"You must stick to your own opinions! Don't change your mind just because Dumbledore or any other self-proclaimed good wizard has ulterior motives!" He continued, "How kind the centaurs are! You are brave and fearless, approachable and benevolent, hiding in your little Forbidden Forest! While despicable and shameless humans have seized this planet! Humans are everywhere, whether Muggles or wizards."

As he spoke, his words suddenly took a turn for the worse.

The centaurs around them went from initial surprise and confusion to anger.

"I heard that Muggles have already landed on the moon. Oh my! Of course, that's so unnatural. What rockets and fuel? We should just plant a tree that can grow all the way to the moon, and then everyone can happily go to the moon while eating hot pot."

"Oh~ Didn't you just say Mars is bright again?!" Owen suddenly looked at Ferrens, then clapped his hands, his expression suddenly turning serious. "When I rule the wizarding world, I'll launch a Mars landing operation to push Mars out of its current orbit. Then the spectrum refracted by Mars will change, and you won't see it flickering anymore. Or I can create trillions of solar sails to envelop the sun."

What celestial bodies, what stargazing? I'll just collect all the sunlight, saving you the trouble of wasting your energy stargazing every day!

Oh! I also want to move all the wizards to Mars. That way everyone can cast spells freely, and we won't have to enforce that stupid "Law of Secrecy."

"Do you know how I'm going to propel Mars?" Owen's expression turned mysterious, as if he truly possessed some enormous secret. "I'm planning to build ten thousand planetary engines. Do you know what a planetary engine is?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. After all, you centaurs are in—"

"A tribal society! The Stone Age!"

"What? Are you short of iron at home? How about I use magic to conjure some for you?"

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"What did you say, you madman!" Ronan glared at Owen, his face trembling. His bloodshot eyes seemed to want to pin him to the wall at any moment.

"Well said! We're crazy, dreaming of traveling in space, and who knows, one day that dream might come true. As for the centaurs! Don't you have prophecies? You have divination! Keep divining, and see what kind of wild animals you'll catch tomorrow morning!"

"The civilization of the centaurs is far more advanced than your narrow-minded view! We chose this way of life because it is more in line with nature!" Ron roared angrily, his bare upper body and mane seemingly stirred by his rage, fluttering even without wind.

"Yes, yes, of course you have a choice! Of course you have the choice to perish, the right to genocide!"

"Stop being so anxious all the time, we wizards have no intention of paying attention to you!" Owen straightened his somewhat ill-fitting robe and adjusted the Trinity necklace around his neck.

Then he reached out and pulled Sirocco, who was dozing off on his shoulder, into his arms.

"We're not interested in picking up trash."

Upon hearing this, Ronan flew into a rage, "What did you say?!"

"I'm saying, everyone here is trash."

The surrounding centaurs immediately began to stir! They were all in a frenzy, their eyes bloodshot, as if they wanted to devour Owen!

Unfortunately, some people's mouths are much faster than their hands.

"You want to beat me up?"

Ronan approached.

Irving immediately replied, "I know you can't do it!"

"Proud centaurs, are they really going to lay a hand on a thirteen-year-old, well, fourteen-year-old wizard?"

"You dare to insult me?"

"Um—you guys shouldn't even think about it. There's a huge gap between our LV and this one!" he said confidently.

Upon hearing this, the centaurs all glared angrily, just as Owen had said!

They wouldn't target a thirteen or fourteen-year-old wizard.

Because of their foolish pride~

"Heh," Owen scoffed. Even Gryffindor now knows to kick a man when he's down. Although they might not be able to beat him, this kind of constant tolerance will only lead to failure.

No wonder the centaurs have been trapped in the forests of this island nation for nearly a thousand years.

You deserve to live in a primitive society!

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Neither of the two horsemen wanted to say another word to Irving.

They headed in one direction of the forest, and Owen followed indifferently.

A guide from the future, he's sure he'll encounter something here.

Besides—he looked down at Sirocco, who was already asleep on his belly in his arms.

There are cats too!

A professional escape artist, with a cat around, there's nothing to fear!

I don't know how much time passed.

Suddenly, many torches appeared in the distance.

Suddenly, a high wall made of stone appeared in Irving's field of vision.

The wall was only about eight or nine feet high and appeared to be made entirely of stone.

The cracks in the rocks were filled with some kind of resinous substance, acting as an adhesive.

Crystal clear.

Apart from that, there is nothing else man-made on this high wall.

Of course, this was not surprising to Irving.

He had heard from Hagrid that the centaurs had a city in the Forbidden Forest.

However, even Hagrid had never entered their city.

To Irving's surprise, he saw a familiar face on the high wall.

"The Godfather of Dogs!"

Irving stared in surprise at the dashing man he hadn't seen for days.

Sirius has changed drastically at this time!

Her sunken cheeks have returned to normal, her dry hair has become smooth, and her filthy Muggle clothes have been replaced by a well-fitting brown trench coat.

The inner lining was a thick black sweater.

He looked younger.

The mustache on his lip has been carefully maintained. If Sirius Black could wear glasses now and make the hair tips a little more delicate.

That really makes him look exactly like Chief Gordon.

It had been quite some time since he'd seen Sirius Black. After regaining Dumbledore's trust, he hadn't appeared at Hogwarts again.

Owen could only glean glimpses of what Harry was doing from the letters he heard from Harry.

Speaking of which, Harry and Sirius's relationship developed quite quickly!

This guy can't stop talking about the Godfather dog in every other sentence.

It seems that the Godfather Dog really knows how to talk to orphans.

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At this moment, Sirius on the high wall is talking to a centaur who looks very old, with a strange gem ornament around his neck, white hair, and even white mane on his horse.

"I hope you can reconsider."

"The centaurs don't need the wizard's help. We will find a way to overcome this difficulty, following the guidance of the stars." After saying this, the centaur with the white mane led his centaur warriors away.

Sirius stood there, looking displeased.

He had absolutely no liking for these arrogant creatures.

If he hadn't often sneaked into the Forbidden Forest with Jaime and the others when he was young and knew the location of the centaur tribe, he would never have come to act as an envoy!

"The Godfather of Dogs?"

"???"

Just as Sirius was about to leave and return to the castle.

A familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears, making his heart tremble.

He instinctively turned his head, and sure enough—below the high wall, in a group of centaurs, he spotted that pesky figure.

"Wow~~~ What a coincidence." Owen hopped and skipped over, but the wall was a bit too high for him to climb.

So he just stood in the corner, holding Sirocco with one hand and waving the other hand high in the air.

"You're here too! Godfather Dog, did Dumbledore send you?"

"You bought Harry the Firebolt, right? I heard it cost several thousand Galleons! The Black family is really rich. Why don't you give me a Christmas present too? After all, I'm the one who saved your cousin from Azkaban!"

Hmm—never mind~ I don't like fire arrows and stuff like that.

How about we settle the cash?

I love Galleons!

The familiar rambling began.

Sirius Black listened with a dark expression to the chattering of a certain dark wizard.

He listed a whole host of glorious deeds in saving Harry Potter.

He also briefly explained the significance of rescuing his mentally unstable cousin for the Black family.

In short, he said a lot.

In short, it boils down to one principle!

Blake, it's time for you to pay up!

For a full three minutes, after Sirius's cheeks had started to twitch.

Irving then finished listing his arguments.

"Oh! By the way, did you encounter a dead person in the Forbidden Forest—a living dead person, the kind that reeks of decay?"

At this moment, the surrounding centaurs turned their heads, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes sized up Owen and Sirius, making the scene incredibly awkward.

The dog godfather on the high wall really wanted to leave this place immediately, if he could!

"Hey! Say something! Godfather Dog! Why aren't you saying anything?!"

Irving's face was filled with a mocking smile as he stood on the corpse of an eight-eyed giant spider against the wall, staring intently at Sirius.

This is the core territory of the centaurs; behind the high walls should lie the centaurs' 'city'.

Traps are everywhere.

You can see the corpses of giant eight-eyed spiders every now and then.

It is certain that not all of these traps were prepared for the eight-eyed giant spider.

Because he also saw human remains.

Foolish poachers.

"What are you doing here?" Sirius leaped down from the high wall, each applying a "shock absorption" effect before landing smoothly on the ground.

He simply couldn't resist Irving's feigned enthusiasm.

He knew that the little thing in front of him was deliberately choosing him.

You can tell just by looking at that face.

"A night stroll, huh!" Owen jumped off the giant spider's corpse and went to meet it. Facing Sirius's scrutinizing gaze, he said bluntly, "Learning from my former senior!"

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Upon hearing this, Sirius's expression changed slightly. He then covered his lips with his left hand and coughed a few times as if to make a sound. "There's no need to learn this."

"By the way, what are those living dead you mentioned earlier?"

"It's basically—a living dead person who can be killed and then resurrected repeatedly, and the Killing Curse doesn't work on them."

"The Deadborn?" Sirius frowned slightly.

The Unborn Ones have appeared at Hogwarts?

"No." Owen waved his hand, then looked around, circled around, and pointed in a certain direction, saying, "Look there, that's where the Deadborn gather."

"The creature that attacked us was a humanoid being with a human head, not an alien, and it didn't stick out its tongue."

The dense darkness in the distance seemed to be torn apart by something.

Very faint.

A faint red glow appeared at the edge of the sky.

Sirius followed the direction Irving was pointing and his gaze fell upon the red light.

"Wait!" He suddenly realized.

"Were you attacked?"

"And are there even undead beings in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Is Harry alright?"

"Hey hey hey~ Is Harry alright~~~" Owen rolled his eyes at him, his tone extremely sarcastic.

"It seems you didn't hear a word I just said!" he said.

"You only care about your Potter, huh! If it weren't for me, your Potter would be overgrown with weeds by now."

Knowing how hard I've worked, why don't you pay me right now!

Faced with this little black wizard who seemed to be a reincarnation of a penniless wretch, Sirius asked anxiously, "Money is not the issue, so is Harry alright?"

"What could possibly happen to him? He's perfectly healthy, running around like a maniac, playing with Dementors," Owen said unhappily.

"As for the undead in the Forbidden Forest, didn't the centaurs tell you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Godfather breathed a sigh of relief.

But upon hearing about the undead being of the forest, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Got it!

Owen curled his lip in disdain, then casually glanced at the centaurs around him. He knew that these arrogant creatures, so proud of their genocide, hadn't told anyone about the Deadborn.

If he hadn't personally encountered this creature in the Forbidden Forest today...

Even if the centaurs are wiped out, they will probably grit their teeth and keep quiet about it to no one.

Damn it, how can there be such a race with screws in their heads in this world?!

"What I can tell you is that the Deadborn have been in the Forbidden Forest for at least a few months. No wonder George and Fred said they haven't encountered many Giant Spiders in the forest; they've been caught and eaten by the Deadborn."

"I encountered a group; it must have been a gathering place for monsters, located in a depression. It was full of the corpses of all sorts of creatures: giant spiders, centaurs, poachers, and other magical animals from the forest. In short, there were a lot of them, and they were very troublesome to deal with. You could only try to tie them up, not kill them outright."

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Upon hearing Irving's description, Sirius's expression grew even more somber.

He was also seething with anger inside.

This was evident in the fact that his gaze towards the centaur gradually became hostile.

A bunch of idiots.

He initially thought it was just traces of Death Eaters in the Forbidden Forest.

Yes, they found traces of several Death Eaters who had escaped from Azkaban in the surrounding area.

When Dumbledore heard that the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest had been attacked by strangers, they instinctively assumed it was the work of the Death Eaters.

Dumbledore hoped that the centaurs could share some of the intelligence about the Forbidden Forest, since they knew more about it than humans did.

Even for such a trivial matter, they were unwilling to agree.

That's utterly foolish!

Take a deep breath and calm yourself down.

Sirius was puzzled. He asked, puzzled, "As far as I know, the Deadborn don't intentionally create settlements or gather large numbers of creatures for them to eat."

"They are not very intelligent; they are just a group of beasts that act on instinct and never used to attack living beings. Although they feed on the souls of living beings, like Dementors, they only absorb the wandering souls in the air."

"Although these creatures have suddenly become ferocious and have begun to actively attack living beings, no one has ever seen them cooperate like humans or other magical animals."

He muttered to himself, trying to clarify his current situation.

"How could a gathering place for the dead appear in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Who knows?" Irving spread his hands, his face also full of doubt.

Too many bizarre things have happened lately.

Even in the magical world, such a thing has never happened before.

"They're like hibernating beasts, preparing food for winter. It's strange that Newt's 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' never mentions that the Undead have this kind of social consciousness."

"I have a feeling they're preparing something..." Owen said out of nowhere.

But it was this sentence that sent a chill down Sirius's spine.

Because a terrible thought was popping into his mind!

If there is one place in the Scottish Highlands that is a veritable "debauchery," it must be Hogwarts Castle!

There were more young wizards than wizards in Hogsmeade, and most of them were not very resistant.

If they are really planning something...

Then Hogwarts Castle is definitely their best choice!

"Wait a minute—you just said an undead attacked you." He suddenly asked, "Where?!"

"Um—in front of the castle clock tower."

"If he is also a Deathborn One," Sirius said quietly, "a form we have never seen before."

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"No wonder the ghosts in the castle were so unlucky!" Owen suddenly realized that the real culprit was that stinky guy.

"No—if they were truly intelligent, they wouldn't be attacking the castle now, not even Hogsmeade Village, there are too many Aurors there," Sirius said.

"So there's only one place in the entire Scottish Highlands that's most suitable to be their target," Owen continued.

"Heh." The Dog Godfather sneered.

"Hehe o(*￣︶￣*)o" Similarly, Irving returned the mockery.

Someone is about to face a terrible disaster.

If, as soon as they finished speaking, a large number of the Deadborn rushed into the centaur city, it would be a fatal blow.

Unfortunately, reality doesn't always work that way.

Moreover, Owen's fire has trapped most of the undead on the other side of the forest, and the monsters should not be able to break free until the fire goes out.

(End of this chapter)