This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Although horse people are humans, they prefer to classify themselves as "beasts".

It’s not that I’m not a human being, it’s that I don’t want to share my “human” identity with creatures such as dominatrixes and vampires.

Their lifestyle is very closed, and they can hide well even in Muggle forests.

In addition to this magical ability, they are also quite good at astrology.

The above is the description of Rolf's grandfather, Mr. Newt Scamander in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

Vincent, who was surrounded by a large group of centaurs, felt that the lack of more detailed information might be related to their bad temper.

To put it mildly, it's frank,

The ugly point is stubbornness.

Fortunately, they will not take the initiative to harm young people, which is very consistent with human characteristics.

Bain took out an arrow with a red feather in the front from his quiver and pointed it horizontally at the sky.

With a "shoo" sound, a particularly bright red mark was left where the arrow flew.

This is no ordinary powder, but a special blend of herbs.

It colors the air and doesn't dissipate for a long time.

Vincent recalled that in Nico's manuscript, there was a plant with very similar characteristics.

A red berry that looks very much like a sarcoid,

Not only can it improve the refining efficiency of gold ore,

Colors can also be permanently attached to alchemy items.

He looked down at his gun blade, which was shining silver in broad daylight, "Mr. Bain, can I make two conditions?"

Bain gently pulled the bow string, "If you lose, you have to promise me something.

"Can."

At this moment, there was an overwhelming sound of hoofbeats in the distance.

Vincent and Hagrid looked over and saw another group of more spectacular centaurs.

Their fur is lighter in color, some even the silvery white color of unicorns.

The leader was very tall, almost half the size of Hagrid.

"Bain, what is it that requires you to call me?"

Bain put the bow and arrow against his chest, bent down and saluted the tall centaur, "Chief Margery, I have received a challenge from this little pony."

Vincent wanted to say it was a bet, but Hagrid told him not to say it with his eyes.

Okay, just accept your death.

Margaret's eyes were fixed on his face, "Are you the pony who saved Silvio?"

"If you mean the unicorn, yes."

He came to Vincent and said, "Silvio's blessing remains with you, which will always protect you from real danger."

Unicorns are very pure magical creatures.

Drinking blood will result in a terrible curse.

A blessing will be given to those who have helped it.

Hagrid shook his big head,

"That's it. No wonder Silvio always wants to thank you in person!"

Vincent wanted to ask about this blessing in detail, but Margery turned to look at Bain.

"As I witnessed, this competition is in line with the tradition of our tribe!"

The two groups of horsemen around them raised their bows and arrows and roared out a meaningless word.

Hagrid explained to him: "The traditions of each centaur tribe are different. Some only require witnesses, while others require the witness of the leader."

Tradition must be respected.

About two or three minutes later, a centaur came to Bain with a plate of colorful paint.

Margery dipped her fingertips into paint and spread it evenly on his face.

"This is a mixture of herbs whose main ingredients are Parsley and Agrobacterium. It can not only make people concentrate, but also bring a certain degree of good luck."

After listening to Hagrid's explanation, Vincent couldn't help but regret not bringing the amplifying potion with him.

Black Swan has been too calm recently, causing him to relax his vigilance.

"Victory will always be with you!" Margery painted the last stroke and drew an arrow from his quiver.

Bain took it solemnly, and the piety on his face could be seen even if it was obscured by the paint.

"This is a ritual, which means that he has gained the recognition of the entire tribe and is a warrior among warriors." After Hagrid finished speaking, he stepped back.

Margery raised her paint-stained right hand high, and the centaurs all backed away.

Bain chose a location without trees to stand.

Several centaurs trotted forward and set up a target slightly smaller than Hagrid's fist.

About a hundred feet away,

Views are in good condition.

If it were Browning, Vincent might not necessarily have this confidence.

But he used extremely powerful bullets with almost no recoil, and orichalcum bullets that reduced air friction.

Compared to Bane who is applying medicine, his chances of winning are quite high.

Margery stood in front of the two of them, "Three chances, the one closest to the middle wins!"

Vincent disassembled the magazine and watched carefully, "What if we all hit in the middle?"

"Then increase the distance!" Bain drew out an arrow of his own.

He closed his left eye and drew the bowstring, staring straight at the target with his right eye.

"Okay." Vincent loaded the magazine and raised the gun with his right hand.

Margery walked around the two men and stopped behind them.

"Focus on the goal and start!"

Bernsson immediately took action and shot the arrow straight into the bullseye.

He quickly nocked the arrow again, and that's when Vincent pulled the trigger.

The first arrow had nailed the bullseye, but the orichalcum bullet passed through its tail.

The pupil of Bain's right eye shrank instantly, and he stabilized his hands before releasing the bowstring.

"Beautiful, Vincent!" Hagrid waved a pair of big fists.

Margaery looked away from Bane.

He knew the power of Muggle firearms, but this strange weapon that he had never seen before looked a bit like a wizard's alchemical product.

The arrow is not resisted by the wind because its front end is sharp.

As long as you are strong enough, it is not a problem to pass through the strong wind.

But Vincent's gun blade is not only highly accurate, but the magic circuit on the orichalcum bullet can also ignore wind resistance.

If you can see the target clearly, you can successfully hit it.

Bain's second arrow passed through the small hole left by the orichalcum bullet and was nailed to a huge tree trunk.

It is slightly lower than the bullet.

It's not a matter of angle, but the arrow being affected by gravity.

He did not nock the arrow again this time, but focused on the bullet.

Vincent's second orichalcum bullet also passed through the small hole and hit the tail end of the first one.

Straight line, no deviation.

Bain placed a solemn expression on Margery's arrow, and pulled the bow to an extremely exaggerated range with both arms.

His face covered by paint was twitching slightly, showing how much force he was using.

Vincent decisively pulled the trigger before the arrow was released.

Bain let go after hearing the gunshot.

Orichalcum bullets and arrows are almost side by side.

But they soon collided.

Margery looked at the target in the distance where most of it had been blown away.

With his excellent eyesight, he could see an arrow in the huge tree trunk, and a bullet hole through the trunk.

The arrows hit the first two bullets, but the third one hit it again.

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