Change the world from Hogwarts

Looking at his red-faced and angry look, Connor just opened his mouth.

Generally speaking, smart people should remain silent.

But as for Hagrid, Connor found that he really couldn't comment on it.

This honest giant may really think that he did nothing wrong, but his anger also proves that he did stuff some strange things into the Forbidden Forest.

"What is Aragog?"

Seeing the angry look on Hagrid's face, Connor couldn't help but ask.

"Aragog is just a weak little spider. Now he is very old, but these centaurs are still here to slander him!"

But this statement is obviously not credible.

Although the centaurs have an arrogant temperament, Connor understands that this race does not like to make pointless decisions.

Their dignity and their proud temperament prevent them from lying about this kind of thing, and this means...

"What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you believe me either?"

After noticing Connor's strange gaze, Hagrid said angrily.

"That kid Harry often mentioned you, and I thought you were a good kid."

The hybrid giant looked angry.

He must be very old, but he looks like a child who has not grown up and is close to losing his temper.

"So, what is Aragog?"

"It's an Acromantula."

While the centaurs remained eerily silent, the centaur formerly known as "Fierenze" spoke up.

His body with silver mane and golden mane is different from Bane's black body and white mane. From the human aesthetic point of view, Firenze undoubtedly looks more noble and elegant.

Of course, his friendly attitude is more believable than the irritable Bane.

Just the words he said...

"Acromantula?"

Connor asked in a low voice.

"Are you talking about small animals? Are there any natural enemies of them in the Forbidden Forest?"

"No."

Bain responded angrily.

"Now it's all thanks to the joint efforts of our tribe and the werewolves to contain the Acromantula from spreading."

"Then it's a miracle that this forest was not destroyed."

Connor turned back to look at Hagrid, and the gamekeeper obviously didn't know how outrageous he had done.

He stood tall and straight, looking aggrieved and proud.

Seeing his appearance, Connor nodded at first, but finally shook his head.

"I will go take a look at the Acromantula."

For a child to make such a promise to an adult centaur settlement seems like a big joke.

But the centaurs still nodded.

"Then, please ensure your own safety."

Firenze responded calmly, not looking down upon him at all because of his age.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense here, we should go, let these wizards solve their own problems."

Holding rather primitive bows and arrows, the figures of the centaurs disappeared into the dense forest.

The moonlight is still difficult to penetrate through the shade of the trees. The pure darkness not only provides a natural protective barrier for the creatures in the Forbidden Forest, but also adds an unspeakable gloominess to the forest.

After looking around again, he turned his attention to Hagrid.

"Connor, listen to me, Aragog is really a good boy..."

"Stop, stop, stop..."

Seeing that Hagrid was still holding on to the Acromantula and seemed to want to explain something, Connor quickly stopped him.

"This kind of thing is not important now. As a gamekeeper, your responsibility should not only be as simple as protecting the Forbidden Forest, right?"

"……Yes."

When it came to work, Hagrid's big, bearded face suddenly became bitter.

"Tonight, these things are really terrible. Searching the entire Forbidden Forest is not easy, and we can't wander outside the Forbidden Forest. Whether they are centaurs or other werewolves, they all live deep in the Forbidden Forest, and this one

It will take a lot of effort to investigate."

"But tonight, our focus will still be on the werewolves. Do you know where the werewolves are located in the Forbidden Forest?"

"I know, those centaurs previously prevented me from approaching the werewolf settlements and preventing me from contacting those werewolves... These guys are like this. On the one hand, they talk about nature and destiny, but they are unwilling to give a clear answer.

Talking to them feels more tiring than exams at Hogwarts."

"Some of the tests at Hogwarts are quite simple..."

"Really? But when I was in school, the exams were so difficult."

Hagrid's temper comes and goes quickly.

Although he was angry about Aragog before, a few random topics made his thoughts active again.

"It seems like what Harry said, you are a very good student."

"Does Harry often talk about me?"

"Well, he and his friends have good senses about you. The Weasley boy often says that you saved his mice and so on. Harry also said that he wants to be as good as you."

However, this statement itself cannot be taken to be true.

After all, it is just the simplest Muqiang mentality that exists deep in the hearts of eleven or twelve-year-old children, even the famous savior is no exception.

"I'm actually just an ordinary student, nothing to envy."

"But ordinary students can't get the trust of Professor Dumbledore... To be honest, this is the first time I've seen him send a wizard as young as you to investigate such a thing. Generally speaking, just passing a word is enough."

"Well...after all, I am a little bit special."

"I see it."

Hagrid laughed.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen those centaurs be so crisp and clear. Normally I have to waffle for a long time when negotiating with them. You are really awesome."

Hagrid seemed to have no scheming at all and was basically the type to say whatever he wanted.

Such people cannot be described as purely careless, because their intuition often catches some keywords that confuse them.

"Oh, by the way, I saw that the centaur called you the 'darling of the forest' and some other 'child of nature'. Does this have any special meaning?"

They may not be very good at thinking, but that doesn't stop them from asking.

And without any purpose, Hagrid was really just out of curiosity.

"It's nothing. I grew up in the forest and am closer to nature."

"Ah? Really?"

"It really can't be true anymore."

Connor said with a smile.

"Instead of these trivial matters, you might as well tell me about the werewolf ecology in the Forbidden Forest. Although Professor Dumbledore asked me to come to the Forbidden Forest to see the situation, I don't know much about it now."

"Oh, no problem."

With Dumbledore as his successor, Hagrid also had no doubts about him.

"I understand this. Let me tell you, although they are not as good as the centaurs, these werewolves have indeed lived in the Forbidden Forest for a long time. I remember that this even has to be traced back to a king..."

"king?"

"Yes... but my grades in the history of magic are not good. I forgot the name of the king. What is his name... John?"