This Hogwarts is not normal

On the surface, the result was a tie, but the reality was that even Hagrid knew who was slightly better.

Even if you rely on the advantage of weapons, if you lose, you lose.

Bain came to Vincent very simply, "You win, human."

"No!" Ronan rushed to Margaret and leaned down, "Chief, this is not fair!"

"I can swap weapons and come back—"

"No."

Vincent looked at Bain in astonishment.

"You are familiar with your gun and I am familiar with my bow. This is a fair duel."

"Bane!" Ronan looked very excited, "In a purely technical competition, there is no way you would lose to this little pony!"

"Victory is an honor--" Bane reached out to wipe the paint off his face.

"He has Silvio's blessing, and I also have the blessing from the chief."

Vincent began to like this straightforward centaur.

There are many people who just can't accept their own failures, so they go to the other extreme step by step.

For example, Draco started sprinting, and a large group of black swans chased him madly behind him.

Speechless, Ronan looked at Margaret, hoping that he would give a suitable result.

But he asked an unrelated question, "Little Pony, can I ask your date of birth?"

"July 23rd."

"The first day of entering Leo, the first light in the darkness."

Vincent looked at Hagrid in confusion and found that he was even more confused than he was.

Margery was still thinking about herself and said: "It symbolizes strength, symbolizes light, a very special day."

All the horsemen around them lowered their heads and whispered.

Is this fortune telling?

The enchanting Traufany relies on her "Third Eye", and the centaurs rely on planetary movements to predict the future.

One is from a micro perspective and the other is from a macro perspective.

Margery came to Vincent and said, "Congratulations, you won this fair competition."

Ronan didn't object this time.

"Tell me, what do you want us to promise you?"

Hagrid gave Vincent a reassuring look.

"I plan to organize an outing for the students to come to the Forbidden Forest."

Margery frowned slightly and then relaxed, "Okay."

"besides--"

Vincent stood up straighter and said, "I hope to trade some items with you."

"Don't even think about it!" Led by Ronan, a large group of centaurs became excited.

"Quiet." Margaret just said a simple word, and they all shut up.

"What do you need from you?"

"Some alchemical materials."

He shook his head, then nodded, "What can you bring us?"

Vincent raised the gun blade in his hand.

"Although my ability is not one thousandth of the teacher's, my learning ability is very strong. Maybe I will be one-tenth in the future."

Margery smiled, "Our tribe doesn't like to have too much contact with humans, so-"

He looked at Bain and said, "You will be solely responsible for the transaction. This is your punishment for disappointing your tribe."

"Yes, leader!" Bain put his fist against his chest and solemnly accepted this "punishment".

The smoothness of things was far beyond Vincent's expectation.

He originally thought that even if he agreed, he would have to talk about it for at least a long time.

Bain stretched out his right hand and said, "Human, you are very strong."

Vincent also extended his right hand, "Actually, I prefer people to call me by my name."

While the two hands were clasped together, Margery put her hands on the backs of their hands.

"This is an ancient contract between our clan, which means you can contact humans with us."

Like Silvio's blessing, Vincent felt nothing.

Bain smiled and let go, "You are the third human being allowed to do so in the past hundred years."

Needless to say, the first one was definitely Dumbledore, who could even speak Troll.

I don't know about the second one.

Vincent looked tentatively at Hagrid, and then received a meaningful look from Bain.

This rough-and-tumble gamekeeper was probably allowed to do so once, and then was strictly prohibited from entering the centaurs' territory.

His curiosity was soon satisfied.

"Hagrid, you can leave." Margaret raised her hand, and all the centaurs raised their bows and arrows.

According to the physical quality of the hybrid giant, if he resisted and used the "Bull Crash" move, it is estimated that there would not be many people left standing.

"I have to protect this child!" Hagrid shouted.

Margery lowered his hand, "You need to be under our surveillance at all times."

"Um-" Vincent looked hesitant, "Can I ask a question?"

"Can."

He glanced at the slightly excited centaurs around him, "Are we going somewhere next?"

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"Our tribe."

Hagrid walked over with a big grin on his face, "This is their tradition for thousands of years.

Any creature with permission can visit their tribe as a way of symbolizing friendship."

Today is Wednesday, and there is no astronomy class until nearly early in the morning.

A tribe of horse people, the third human being to be allowed to do so in the past century.

Don't say there are no classes, even if there is a Transfiguration class, you have to go.

In order to take care of a certain "pony", Margery at the front did not start running.

They passed through countless tall trees, passed through two winding caves, and finally arrived at a vast grassland.

Vincent was very sure that there was absolutely no such place in the Forbidden Forest half a year ago.

Hagrid saw his doubts and said, "Professor Dumbledore used magic to create this place."

Not counting those simply built cabins, one person alone can complete this grassland of at least three thousand feet...

"How long did it take Professor?"

"All night long."

Vincent now extremely doubted whether all of Dumbledore's silver hair had been cast under the permanent sticking spell.

Not only did Voldemort have no nose, he also had no hair.

It is said that Grindelwald, who is staying in Nurmengard, doesn't seem to have many left.

Is a thick head of hair a symbol of the strongest person in the magic world?

"Hagrid, is there anything I should pay attention to later?"

"No, they are very enthusiastic towards their friends."

Vincent's eyes were extremely confused, "Then what's the matter with you?"

Hagrid stopped and leaned over and whispered: "Aragog's descendants often go to the centaurs' territory. I actually want to resolve the conflicts between them..."

No matter whether you favor any party, you will offend the other party.

He claimed that his approach was very fair, but it was a pity that he met the centaur who only accepted death.

"At first they agreed to divide the territory, but Aragog had too many heirs."

Vincent could imagine Hagrid negotiating with Margery over and over again.

Let alone a centaur, he would have to fall out if this happened to him.

"Hagrid, have you ever considered that it's your problem?"

"Well -" Hagrid shook his big head, "I can guarantee that I am sincerely doing what is best for both of them."

According to his character without any scheming, it is actually quite easy for him to do bad things with good intentions.

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