This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Rubeus Hagrid is a very kind man.

He saw Aragog, who was only the size of a finger at the time, on the roadside, and decided to adopt the homeless little pitiful one.

Unfortunately, before they reached the size of a palm, student deaths occurred at Hogwarts.

At that time, a Slytherin senior 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 repeatedly assured Principal Dippet,

I was still kicked out of 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.

"Didn't you ever suspect that the senior was the one who framed you?"

"No way, Riddle is the only Slytherin student I don't hate. He must do 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 handsome, and he is polite to others.

He really doesn't look like someone who would frame someone up.

But Vincent still felt something was wrong.

It's not that he is maliciously speculating, but 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 people in Black Swan will 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 it carefully for a long time, "He received a commendation from Principal Dippet and returned to Hogwarts to apply for a job after graduation."

"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 bit too 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 Mr. Tolkien's Maeglin, 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's 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.

"Foal?" 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."

The centaur Baine 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 was 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, "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 did 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 would not agree." Hagrid shook his head.

Advise him to give up this 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.

So before going on an outing,

These hidden dangers must be resolved first.

"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.

There's no problem for a few of you to come over, but with so many students..."

Negotiation won't work.

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

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

But are you sure you can win them? "

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 of the Black Lake win?"

The blind spot Hagrid found made him speechless.

"On the shore."

It took more than ten minutes for the two to return to the territory of the centaurs.

This time, as soon as the rumbling of hooves sounded, two arrows flew over.

Vincent saw it swaying slightly not far away, and the confidence on his little face never diminished.

There were quite a lot of centaurs this time.

They surrounded the two people in layers and set up bows and arrows.

Bane walked forward angrily, "Hagrid, don't think we won't attack you just because you brought a pony with you!"

"We have no ill intentions." Hagrid's big face was full of smiles.

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

"Even so-" Bane moved the bow and arrow down slightly.

"It can't be a reason for you to trespass into our territory again!"

Silvio is a unicorn, a poor little one who almost died under Quirrell's knife.

"Wait a minute."

Vincent stepped forward and raised the box in his hand high, "I'm the one who came this time."

He calmly opened the suitcase and took out the super-powerful gun blade inside.

"Shall we make a bet?

If you win, you agree to one condition of mine;

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

"Hahahaha——" Bane laughed with his head raised, "Little pony, let Hagrid next to you compete with us!"

"Are you scared?"

The centaurs who were originally laughing around stopped.

The confidence on Vincent's little face was not fake.

"Little pony, I accept your challenge!" Bane put down the bow and arrow.

He has the same confidence in himself.

No matter what that weird weapon is, he believes that the bow and arrow that has been with him for many years will definitely help him win.

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