This Hogwarts is not normal

Rubeus Hagrid is a very kind man.

He saw Aragog, who was only the size of a finger at the time, on the side of the road, and decided to adopt the poor, homeless little creature.

Unfortunately, before they were raised to the size of a palm, student deaths occurred at Hogwarts.

At that time, a senior Slytherin student accused Aragog of doing it.

"It's impossible. He was still a little guy at that time. How could he kill someone?"

Vincent looked at him wiping his tears with a palm bigger than his head, and didn't know what to say if he wanted to comfort him.

"Professor Dumbledore was still the Transfiguration professor at that time. Even though he and Principal Dippet repeatedly assured me, I was still expelled from Hogwarts."

"Your wand?"

"Dumbledore fixed it for me."

Aragog should not be a prisoner, otherwise Dumbledore would have no reason to keep him in the Forbidden Forest.

"Have you never suspected that the senior was the one who framed you?"

"It's impossible. Riddle is the only Slytherin student I don't hate. He must have done this because of his responsibility as a prefect."

In Hagrid's description, this senior seemed to be more popular than Vincent.

He is handsome and polite, and he really doesn't look like someone who would frame someone up.

But Vincent still felt something was wrong.

It's not that he made malicious speculations, but that except for those great saints, any action taken by anyone will definitely have a purpose.

If he hadn't been for the future of the Court of Owls, some members of Black Swan would never have a good life now.

Therefore, Riddle, who is both good at character and academics, may have deliberately gained a favorable impression.

"What happened to him?"

Hagrid recalled carefully for a long time, "He received a commendation from Principal Dippet, and after graduation he returned to Hogwarts to apply for a job."

"Did he fail?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore had already become the principal at that time. He felt that Riddle was too young to be qualified for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Vincent pouted, "Where is Professor Snape? I don't believe he is better than this senior."

"Uh-this-"

Hagrid touched his forehead and hesitated: "Maybe it's because - because he is more responsible?"

"Are you sure your face isn't dark enough?"

"Severus can't be considered dark-faced. At most, he's dressed a little bit dark."

In defense of Snape, it means that he knows some inside information.

Unfortunately, Vincent already knew that they were inseparable.

The experience is quite similar to that of Maeglin in Tolkien's novel, except that Snape also has Harry.

"Did you hear that?"

"What?"

Hagrid leaned his big ears forward, "Such footsteps should be from centaurs, and there are more than one."

Vincent calmed down and listened.

The sound of hooves hitting the ground became increasingly clear.

"I heard centaurs are very territorial." He raised his gun blade.

"Don't be like this, I can handle it." Hagrid promised, patting his big chest.

Centaurs with black hair on their lower bodies and beards, holding bows and arrows, surrounded the two people.

"Little pony?" One of the strongest ones lowered his head and sniffed at Vincent.

"You have a familiar smell."

Hagrid stretched out his big hand to stop him, "Bain, don't scare the child."

Bain, the centaur, raised his head again and said, "You have violated our territory."

He put his hand on the quiver and said, "Get out of here quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

"Okay, we'll do it right away!" Hagrid leaned his big head towards Vincent.

"They were dissatisfied because of the migration before. Professor Dumbledore is equivalent to doing bad things with good intentions."

Vincent understood this, but could his voice be a little lower?

Bain was already nocking arrows and drawing his bow.

"Outsiders, this is the last warning!"

Hagrid immediately raised his hands and said, "Relax, we are not enemies."

"But they are not friends either!" Another centaur also set up his bow and arrow.

"Ronan, let's leave now."

Vincent was completely relieved.

He knew that these bows and arrows could not hurt Hagrid, and he was doing this to protect himself.

Under the watchful eyes of the centaurs, the two returned to the small lake where Dumbledore had arranged the magic.

"You see, the Forbidden Forest is very dangerous."

"I think it's okay."

Calling on one or two professors to hold the line should be enough to ensure safety.

"Professor Dumbledore will not agree." Hagrid shook his head and advised him to give up the idea quickly.

The centaurs, who have no grudges and have no grudges, are like this, but if it were the Acromantula, they would not be able to go out on a large scale.

Therefore, you must first solve these hidden dangers before going on an outing.

"We have to go back."

Hagrid's eyes widened, "Bain and Ronan just now are the ones who dislike wizards the least among the centaurs.

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There's no problem for you guys to come here, but with so many students..."

Negotiation won't work.

Vincent didn't want this either, "I just saw they were using bows and arrows, and I wanted to make a bet with them."

"Bet?" Hagrid looked at the suitcase he was holding, "They all keep their promises, but -

But are you sure you can win them over?"

Under the scorching sun, Vincent smiled confidently.

"I may not be good at archery, but if it comes to marksmanship, I dare say there is no one in Hogwarts who can beat me."

"Can the fishmen from the Black Lake also win?"

The blind spot Hagrid discovered left him quite speechless.

"On the shore."

It took about ten minutes for the two of them to return to the centaur's territory.

This time, as soon as the rumble of hoofbeats sounded, two arrows flew over.

Vincent watched it swaying slightly not far away, the confidence on his little face never weakened even a little.

There are a lot of horse people coming back this time.

They surrounded the two people layer by layer, and they also set up their bows and arrows.

Bain stepped forward angrily, "Hagrid, don't think that if you bring the pony here, we won't attack you!"

"We don't mean any harm." Hagrid's big face was filled with a smile.

He looked to the side and said, "This is Vincent Wayne, the one who saved Silvio last time."

"Even so-" Bain moved the bow slightly downward.

"This cannot be a reason for you to trespass on our territory again!"

Silvio is a unicorn, a poor little creature who was almost killed by Quirrell's knife.

"Wait a minute."

Vincent stepped forward and raised the box in his hand, "I'm actually coming this time."

He calmly opened the suitcase and picked up the super powerful gun blade inside.

"Should we make a bet?

If you win, you agree to a condition;

If I lose, I can never step into the Forbidden Forest again."

"Hahahaha——" Bain looked up and laughed, "My little pony, let Hagrid next to you compete with us!"

"Are you scared?"

The laughing centaurs all around stopped.

The confidence on Vincent's face was not fake.

"My little pony, I accept your challenge!" Bain put down his bow and arrow.

He has the same confidence in himself.

No matter what the weird weapon was, he believed that the bow and arrow that had been with him for many years would definitely help him win.

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