Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"Put down your wand, poacher!" The centaur raised his arm, and this time the arrow was pointed directly at Tom.

"I'll hunt you, you poacher!"

Tom lit up a warm blue flame in one hand and highlighted himself: "Open your eyes and take a good look, this is a fucking Slytherin uniform!"

"Who knows if this is your disguise? If you are not a poacher, why would you attack the Riem cattle?"

The centaur showed no intention of putting down his bow and arrow and continued to question.

Tom continued to curse: "What do I do to you? Do Hogwarts students need your permission to come to the Forbidden Forest?"

"Also, put down your bow and arrow. Who gave you permission to point it at me?"

The centaur ignored Tom's words and observed the surroundings, making sure there was only one wizard nearby. "Whatever your identity is, release the Riem Bull and follow me. Once I'm sure you're really a Hogwarts pony, I'll send you back to the castle."

"Since you don't understand what I'm saying, there's no need for me to talk to you."

Tom's patience wore thin and he raised his wand.

"Thunder rolling!"

Dark clouds appeared out of nowhere above the centaurs' heads, and bolts of lightning struck down.

The centaur widened his eyes in horror, released the bowstring in his hand, and the arrow shot towards Tom, who then moved his horse's hooves to avoid the lightning attack.

But how could his speed be faster than lightning? He was struck several times in succession and fell to the ground with his whole body limp.

Tom did not dodge or evade. The iron hammer just now turned into a hard shield, blocking the arrow. Then he rushed straight forward, and the terrifying physical fitness improvement brought by the strengthening potion was demonstrated at this moment.

He ran the distance of several dozen meters at almost the speed of a sprint champion, looking down at the twitching centaur.

"Which hand did you use to shoot the arrow?"

Chapter 74 I am already a Slytherin, and you still expect me to do good things? Dumbledore's reputation

Although his body was weak, the centaur's mouth was still firm.

He roared at Tom, "You despicable wizard, how dare you attack me! My people will be here soon, and they won't let you go!"

This is true, because Tom has already heard the dense sound of horse hooves, which should be the tribesmen he mentioned.

"I just like how you guys, even though you're such a wimp, still have the nerve to threaten others."

Tom's eyes were cold. "I remember... you draw the bow with your left hand and shoot the arrow with your right hand. I'm in a good mood today, so I only need one of your arms."

A chill ran through the centaur's body. "You want to do...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, Tom had already attacked, and the sharp wind blade cut down along his shoulder.

The centaur couldn't help but scream and twisted his body to reduce the pain.

Tom's expression didn't change at all.

The centaur does not have the abnormal magic resistance of the Riem bull, and a spell can take his life.

He didn't think he was cruel. He refused to listen to a good explanation and arrogantly wanted to punish him.

Then don't blame him for being reasonable.

He really couldn't understand. They were just an ordinary tribe living in the Forbidden Forest. Where did these centaurs get their sense of responsibility from and even tried to punish the wizards?

Perhaps because they heard the screams of their fellow tribesmen, the sound of horse hooves became more and more rapid. Soon, a group of centaurs came galloping towards them in the wind and snow, holding bows and arrows in their hands.

"Orion!"

The ones in the front row had already seen the wailing centaurs, their eyes glowing red with anger, and they simultaneously raised their bows and arrows, ready to fire.

"Stop!" The strongest red-haired centaur stopped his fellow centaurs. "Don't shoot! This is the castle's little '220' colt!"

A gentleman will not stand under a dangerous wall, and neither will I.

Tom would not rely on this school uniform for his safety. When the group of centaurs approached, he retreated a certain distance and used transformation magic to create several steel shields that kept rotating around his body.

Tom now had an idea in his mind. Why didn't Dumbledore use dark magic? He could still suppress the two generations of Dark Lords.

Transfiguration is incredibly practical.

No matter what the environment or the opponent, as long as you have something that can transform, you can create highly targeted objects or creatures to deal with it.

Dumbledore is simply the Jackie Chan of the wizarding world.

For example, the centaurs, although they do not know any magic, are masters of herbal medicine and astronomy, and are proficient in prophecy and the use of various medicines.

The reason why Tom didn't use magic to block the arrow just now was that the centaur's arrow had a strong magic-breaking effect and could only be blocked by physical force.

"Kill him! He cut off my arm!" The centaur lying on the ground, Orion, was bleeding profusely and roaring wildly, which aroused the anger of the centaurs again.

But the leader did not respond to him. Instead, he ordered the centaur with bloodshot eyes beside him: "Baine, go help Orion stop the bleeding. Don't do anything unnecessary."

Baine snorted angrily, but did not disobey his order. He quickly stepped forward and began to apply ointment to Orion's wound.

"Everyone, put down your bows and arrows!" the leader shouted.

"Magri, he hurt our compatriots! Blood for blood, this is the way of survival for the centaurs!" a centaur asked angrily.

"Ronan, I know, but he's a Hogwarts pony!" Magorian growled back, "You also know that harming a pony here will bring Dumbledore's wrath. Do you want the entire clan to pay a heavy price for this?"

Dumbledore's name seemed to have extraordinary magic, and Ronan's momentum weakened all of a sudden.

Not only him, but the other centaurs were also paddling the ground with their hooves restlessly, with the bows and arrows in their hands hanging unnaturally.

Seeing that the tribesmen had completely calmed down, Magreci looked at Tom again and said in a deep voice:

"Little Pony, I am Magre, the leader of the Centaur tribe."

Tom nodded without comment.

Magre continued, "Although I stopped my people from taking revenge on you, it doesn't mean we have given up our hatred for you. You must tell me why you hurt Orion so cruelly."

"If you can't give me an explanation, I will hand you over to Dumbledore and have him expel you."

Tom is a donkey with a submissive temper. Daphne obeys him in college, so he is also considerate and thoughtful to Daphne.

The centaur leader spoke in a reasonable way, which reduced the coldness in the boy's heart a lot.

"I'm Tom Riddle, a Slytherin."

Hearing this name, Magre's pupils suddenly contracted.

Tom noticed his change, but didn't care and talked about what had just happened.

"I'm just an ordinary freshman who couldn't sleep one night and was out for a walk. I came across a Reem cattle and wanted to borrow some blood and fur. Who knew that your tribe would suddenly jump out to stop me and call me a poacher."

"I revealed my identity to him and warned him not to point his bow and arrow at me, but your people seemed to have completely ignored me. Not only did they not put down their bows and arrows, they even threatened me to surrender."

"So I had no choice but to subdue him."

"You call this a uniform?" Baine, who was treating Orion's injuries, couldn't help but roared, "You cut off his arm!"

Tom sneered and pointed to where he had just stood. "See? This is the arrow he shot, aiming at my chest. Since he was so ruthless, why can't I?"

"If you hadn't arrived quickly, he would have been dead by now."

Bane cursed under his breath, "Vicious Slytherin."

Tom is used to it. Almost everyone is prejudiced against Slytherins.

No, it's not prejudice.

So he never thought about gaining a good reputation, but instead became justified in certain things.

I'm a fucking Slytherin, and you still expect me to do anything good?

Once his moral bottom line was lowered, Tom suddenly felt enlightened and felt like a fish in water.

With the arrow as evidence, Orion did not object. Magre naturally knew that what Tom said was all true, and glared at Orion angrily for not arguing.

Just knowing how to cause trouble for him.

Although the horseman tribe has few people, they have a lot to do and are roughly divided into three factions.

The most extreme are the centaurs who hate humans and are extremely xenophobic. The most typical representatives are Bane and Orion. It is precisely because of this that Bane is the angriest of all the centaurs. If Magor had not suppressed him, he would have taken action long ago.

Then there are the neutral faction. Although they are neutral, they don't like humans, but they are not hostile to them. They just hope that others will not interfere with each other. Ronan is a neutral faction, and this faction has the largest number of members.

There are only a very small number of friendly people who believe that humans and centaurs are both intelligent races and can communicate on an equal footing. These friendly people have a hard time in the tribe and are regarded as traitors to the centaurs.

As for Magre?

He is the patriarch and does not take sides with any faction. All his decisions are made based on the stable survival of the tribe.

That's why I was able to stay calm and not be blinded by anger.

Because he knew that even if Tom killed the centaur, as long as he was a young wizard at Hogwarts, it would not be the centaur tribe's turn to deal with him.

Margery said, "Little Pony, even if Orion offended you, it was because you hurt the Riem cow first."

Tom frowned. "Do you know what poaching is? Either kill or take away, that's called poaching."

"I just plan to take some blood and pluck some hair. I've even prepared the dittany for treatment. What does this have to do with poaching?"

"Besides, poaching is something that human wizards say. What does it have to do with you centaurs? Just because you can live in the Forbidden Forest, do you really think the Forbidden Forest is your home?"

Tom's arrogant attitude undoubtedly ignited the anger of the centaurs again. No matter what faction they were from, they all had angry expressions on their faces.

Tom looked up at the sky. It was almost three in the morning. He didn't have the patience to waste time with the centaurs any longer. The shields around him began to spin at high speed.

"What do you mean? Let's mark a path. If you want to fight, then fight. If not, don't delay me from collecting materials."

Dealing with more than a dozen fully armed centaurs at the same time was a big challenge for him, but not enough to scare him.

If a fight really breaks out, he will give Andros the authority to activate his physical state at any time to ensure that he can deal with these centaurs without any injuries.

Margery gave him a deep look and said, "I won't do anything to you, but... I will tell Dumbledore everything, little pony. Go ahead and do what you want to do. We will watch you and make sure you don't harm the life of the Riem cow."

Tom observed Magre's expression and eyes, and saw that he had no intention of killing and would not attack from behind, so he walked towards the Riem Bull.

After a long standoff, Ruiem Niu still hasn't woken up, which shows how effective Tom's hammer was at the end...

Using Transfiguration to conjure up a sharp knife, Tom began plucking the centaur's hair and bleeding him, but he kept Andros paying attention to the centaur's movements so that he could react if there was any unusual movement.

But from beginning to end, all the centaurs did not move, just stared at him.