The Druid Master of Hogwarts

"……Meow?"

Fischer tilted his head and looked at the group of centaurs with a cat-faced look.

What nonsense are these guys talking about?

He understood the word "Son of Nature", but didn't understand the meaning, but if he only understood it literally, he should also be "Son of Cats" or "Son of Minerva"? What the hell is "natural"? Is there another creature with that name?

"Meow~meow~" (I'm not called Nature's Son, I'm Fish.)

Feixu, who felt that the other party might have mistaken the cat, explained it.

But these centaurs didn't seem to understand Feishu's meow, and still said to themselves: "The forbidden forest is still too dangerous for you now, son of nature, let us escort you out. "

"I'm not a son of nature, my name is Feixu!"?(●ΦωΦ●)?

Fish turned into a human and protested loudly to the centaur in front of him.

The black-haired centaur with a beard froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Okay, Fish, my name is Bane, and as you can see, I'm a centaur."

"A centaur?" Fish blinked, and curiously stretched out his hand and poked Bane's body, "So, aren't you guys transformed from horses?"

"Yes, we are born with this face, not human, nor horse."

Bane nodded, completely unconcerned by Fish's offense, but explained patiently.

"Although the Ministry of Magic of human wizards once classified us as 'people', we do not want to share the identity of 'people' with the creatures of vampires and hyenas, we would rather be recognized as 'beasts'..."

"Also, centaurs don't need humans to be defined, the division of the Ministry of Magic is a joke to us."

Bane said this with a look of disdain on his face.

"Well... I don't understand meow," Fish shook his head, completely uninterested in Bane's tirade, "I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

After playing hide-and-seek with Hagrid for a while, and then running wild with the eight-eyed spider, Fish had already digested his breakfast, and what he usually eats about centaurs, half-humans and half-beasts , also very interested.

"I can exchange snacks for you guys.

"

Fish took out his magic pocket, grabbed a handful of candy and held it up in front of Bane.

"It is our honor to invite the Son of Nature to be a guest in the tribe."

Bane reached out and took the candy from Fish's hand, put it into the cloth bag around his waist, and then rubbed his chest with one hand and bowed to Fish.

"They say I'm not some kind of son of nature!"?(●Φ△Φ●)?

Bane smiled and didn't argue with Fish, but instead asked, "Jupiter must be bright tonight."

"Meow?"

The cat-faced Fish didn't know what Bane did when he suddenly mentioned Jupiter.

And Bane didn't explain. He bent his front legs, lowered his body, and greeted Fish: "Come on my back, I'll take you there, it's faster."

"Good meow!"

Fish quickly forgot the subject of Jupiter and rolled over on Bane's horse.

Just as he sat firmly on Bane's back, there were other centaurs leaning over.

A centaury with reddish-brown hair first nodded slightly to Fisch and introduced himself, "Hello, of course... oh no, Fisch, I'm Margery."

"Hello meow."

Fish responded politely.

Magrey nodded again, and then teased Bane: "Huh? 'The centaurs who allow humans to sit on their backs are no different from mules', who said that? Bane ?"

"The son of nature is different! Can the son of nature be considered an ordinary human being?"

Bane blushed and retorted loudly.

Seeing his arguing appearance, the other centaurs laughed rudely. Apart from mocking Bane for being stubborn, the centaurs also had a careful thought, that is, in case Bain couldn't hold his face, he would not be able to bear the burden. Then they can volunteer to top it.

But unfortunately, this kind of trick can't make Baine do stupid things. After refuting a few words, he stopped talking and started to hurry up.

As for Fish, he was too lazy to correct the question about the Son of Nature. He didn't even want to explain that even the centaurs mistook him for a human. Anyway, these centaurs couldn't listen to them, so they just ignored them.

Fish, who ignored the conversation between the centaurs, turned his little head around curiously, and from time to time he reached out to fiddle with the longbow that Bane was carrying, and even turned around and rode Bane upside down, and then went to tug at his tail. .

The speed of the centaurs is very fast, and even if they just use the normal walking speed, they will soon come to their own tribe.

"The primitive meow?"

Fish rolled over from Bane and landed on the ground. Looking at the simple "houses" and the fire made of stones, he immediately thought of what he had seen on TV, about the introduction of primitive people...

Although he didn't quite understand what kind of human beings were, in Fish's understanding, it was probably similar to the difference between wild cats and domestic cats.

The centaurs who were called primitive by Fish were not angry either, and Magrey nodded solemnly, agreeing: "It's not wrong to say that, the human beings thousands of years ago did not have the same way of life as us. A big difference."

"Although our way of life is a little rough, the food is still very good," Bain seemed to be worried that Fish would dislike it, and quickly added: "We are very good at finding high-quality ingredients in the woods, and the best spices, we Occasionally, the collected spices are exchanged with humans for some supplies."

In fact, Bain's worries are unnecessary. Fish was affected by becoming a Druid, and he does not reject this kind of lifestyle close to nature. Moreover, before he was adopted by Professor McGonagall, his residence was comparable to that of horses. Much simpler.

So he didn't pay attention to what Bane was saying at all, and he squatted beside a fire long ago, staring at the clay pot on which the food was being stewed. (●?﹃?●)

"Give."

The female centaurs in charge of the stew scooped up a bowl of fragrant soup and handed it to Fish.

"Thank you meow!"

Fisher happily took the bowl, carefully placed it to his mouth, and blew hard.

Cats' tongues are very sensitive, but they can't eat things that are too hot.

"Are you the Son of Nature? My name is Palomino, nice to meet you."

"My name is Mills, and you smell so comforting, no wonder the stars say you're a child of nature."

"And me! My name is Brandvarden!"

Just as Feixu was drinking the delicious soup with a "huhuhaha", a young centaur approached curiously and talked around Feixu.

"Hello, meow," Fish put down the pottery bowl in his hand and stuck out his slightly scalded tongue, "but I'm not a son of nature, my name is Fish, Fish McGonagall."

"But... my father told me last night that according to the horoscope, the Son of Nature is visiting our tribe today."

"Yes! Yes! Uncle Firenze told me the same, so everyone took out all the spices they treasured and made the soup."

The pony people haven't developed the stinky habit of half-talking that is unique to the fortune-tellers, and they shake the results of the fortune-telling of the adult horse people with every word.

"I don't know what astrology meow! My name is Feishu, not a son of nature! If you call me a son of nature again, I will be angry meow!"?(●ΦДΦ●)?

Fischer protested angrily, then ignored the ponies, and after throwing a rejuvenation on his little tongue, he picked up the soup bowl and continued to carefully taste the thick soup cooked by the ponies.

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