Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Eyes wide open.

"How dare you—!"

When the distance got closer, Ma Ren saw clearly what the man had done.

Not only did he cut down the trees in the forbidden forest, he also planned to build a tree house here.

…Who gave him the qualifications and courage to invade the centaur’s territory?

"I'm working on the instructions..."

"Shut up!"

The centaur hung the lantern on his belt, drew a quiver from his quiver, drew his bow, and aimed at the damned human.

"The Forbidden Forest is our territory!"

The bald man nodded silently and sat on the wooden stake to look through the production drawings.

The bowstring was drawn tight.

"You'll have to pay for this—"

Wow.

Production drawing Turn the page.

"Fuck... I drove the stake in the wrong direction..." the bald man muttered to himself with an extremely ugly expression.

The centaur stamped his hooves on the spot, his already deformed face distorted by anger - even Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world, had to be polite to them.

"I think the tribe's views on humans can be unified soon."

He pulled the bowstring tight, aimed at the man flipping through the production instructions, and moved his horse's hooves closer...

Suddenly, laughter was heard from a distance.

The man in front of him immediately put down the instruction manual, stood up and bowed politely.

"Good morning, witch."

"Hey Baldy, do you want some cold sweet tomato bread?"

Without waiting for an answer, Ansuna broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, then wiped his face with her sleeve. "How's the progress?"

…I drove the stake in backwards.

Imhotep puffed out his overdeveloped chest and said confidently, "Everything is under control."

whoosh-

Duo.

The second arrow.

"The third one will shoot through your neck, human." The centaur began to pace back and forth restlessly. This beast-like creature has a keener sense of danger than a wizard, and he sensed an irritating atmosphere.

"Get out of our territory."

Mori Yuesha held the bread in her hands, with a red tomato mustache on her lips: "Dumbledore allowed it." She stared at the horse's hooves: "This is the first time I've seen creatures like you. You can't ride a horse, right?"

Nagini half-knelt down, took out a handkerchief and wiped her upset master's mouth. She whispered: "They are horses."

"…What a pity! You won't be able to enjoy so many interesting things."

- It should be mentioned here that the centaurs are the only magical creatures in the wizarding world who have "voluntarily" abandoned their human identity. The Ministry of Magic has once extended a helping hand to these gregarious and highly territorial creatures: this is also the only time they have "condescended".

(Perhaps this is because the centaurs are born with the ability to predict the stars and have excellent fighting abilities)

(What other hybrids desire, the centaurs disregard, which is why they are at odds with all hybrids)

Yes, the other party didn’t appreciate it.

'Just classify us out of the human race, we don't need it.'

'Humans are all vile and filthy...'

The Minister of Magic at the time had no other options. Could he resort to force? These creatures, who lived in groups and were more familiar with the forest than their own bodies, could repel three times more wizards in the dense forest—and burn the forest?

That's war.

Where are the masters at the Ministry of Magic?

Over time, arrogance grew into sharp edges, which stabbed anyone who tried to get close and made them bleed - it scared away wizards and also boosted the arrogance of various ethnic groups and tribes.

This is the case with the group stationed in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

"We were here before Dumbledore came, human."

Mori Yuesha frowned: "Why does he like to take down people with his fingers?"

"Because of ignorance." Nagini said: "The arrogance of the weak comes from ignorance." The maid polished the rabbit master's round-toed leather boots and slowly stood up: "What's your name, centaur."

"Bane, human." His black hair made him look wild and violent. His horse's hooves frantically dug into the black mud under his feet. The bowstring that had been stretched tight for a long time was about to loosen. "Get out, or I'll kill her first."

When he pointed the sharpened arrow at the surrounded little girl...the atmosphere suddenly changed.

The way they looked at it became grim.

"you…"

However, the confrontation was interrupted the next moment. The girl suddenly dropped the half piece of bread in her hand, took a few steps forward, and stared at its "horse legs" - the bulging, highly developed muscle groups - with an obsessed look on her face.

“What great muscles…”

She narrowed her eyes foolishly and licked her lips.

“Will there be marbling…?”

Bane's arm, which held the bow, trembled. She looked at him like the young ponies in the herd who had just returned from hunting.

Full of desire...

Damn!

What's wrong with her!

Bane didn't notice that he was retreating. Drops of bright red blood oozed from his palm as he tightened the bowstring, flowing down the thin string, dripping onto the rotten plant stems, and finally seeping into the mud.

The sun baked the milky white morning mist, but he felt as if he was falling into an ice cellar.

All the hairs on his body stood up, and in his brain, the ancient genes inherited were roaring wildly in warning.

'escape…'

"Quick! Run away!!"

However, long-standing arrogance is like an iron plate nailed into the bones, which prevents the waist from bending, the head from lowering, and the legs from retreating.

He released his hand from the string.

whoosh-

The arrow went straight forward like lightning, heading for the girl's fragile and slender neck - two inches away, it was caught by a small fist with green nails.

She licked her lips until they were moister, stomach acid was secreted, and her intestines moved.

It was as if the dark eyes could never see anything, but made a gurgling sound...

She was greedy.

"He looks delicious...Imorton."

"Your wishes."

Chapter 137 Something happened again

Something big happened at Hogwarts today.

Yes, it's still 'that person'. There are two people in the wizarding world who must not be named - two. One is the Dark Lord who shoots killing curses everywhere, dead; the other is the big bobo mad rabbit who makes trouble everywhere, alive and kicking.

Who is more terrifying...

It's really hard to tell.

If you ask adult wizards, the answer is definitely the former; if you ask school students...

Humph.

"You have never been bullied."

Neville Longbottom said that he was also a victim, and asked why Professor Snape thought his nose was not a nose and his eyes were not eyes.

'Because you managed to kiss the back of his hand in the crowd, lucky guy.'

In short, something big happened again - it directly alarmed Dumbledore.

A group of centaurs, carrying crossbows, scimitars and chain hammers, leaped out of the forbidden forest angrily - these creatures who came to demand an offense directly rushed into the gate of the main castle, banging their weapons in their hands with deafening noises.

The little wizards were all terrified.

"Oh my God, my... God. What's going on? Firenze, what are you going to do?" Professor McGonagall ran out with a worried look on her face, pulled the two frightened little wizards who fell to the ground into her arms, protected them like a hen, and glared at the centaurs who were looking down at her.

"I nearly stepped on her to death."

“Humans are so fragile.”

The horses were chatting among themselves, and their scimitars were clanging against each other.

The centaurs looked at the little wizards like cowboys looked at Indians, with bloodthirsty smiles on their faces, their eyes only focused on the children's necks, eyeballs, and some more vulnerable parts.

"I can crush him to death with one hoof."

"Firenze, what's going on?!"

Professor McGonagall pushed the two sobbing girls into the hands of the prefect and placed one hand on their waists.

Firenze - the wisest of the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest. Unlike other centaurs, he does not hate humans, but is willing to lend a helping hand. Dumbledore has always communicated with the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest through him.

"Let us discuss this, Professor McGonagall."

The voice was loud and deep. Pushing aside the herd of horses, a handsome centaur walked out. He had a pair of unusually blue eyes and long white-gold hair that shone in the sunlight. His horse's body was silver, as was its tail.

"We are here to discuss the matter." Firenze raised his arm, and the noise behind him instantly stopped. His voice was gentle, but his blue eyes were filled with alienation and indifference; he had a straw belt wrapped around his waist and a dark red scimitar slung across his body.

"Bane has disappeared, Professor McGonagall." Firenze bent down so that McGonagall could see his head as clearly as possible. He said, "Our family has a way of tracking him. He was a skilled hunter and a good guy. He didn't deserve to die under the wand of a wizard."

Firenze's words made the centaurs behind him agitated.

"He must have been killed secretly by a wizard!"

"Shut up Mifele!"

"Humans are not to be trusted, they must lie!"

More and more students gathered around, and some who were in class stopped talking and stuck their heads out of the windows. Those who were closer simply gathered around quietly, pushing and shoving each other.

They don't know how dangerous this group of angry centaurs is, Mag thought. She turned around and saw long snow-white beards, half-moon lenses and their owners in the crowd.

Dumbledore.

She let out a long sigh and shouted to the students.

"Go back! Go back to the classroom!"

Firenze shook his head and stopped her: "Professor McGonagall, I respect you, but now is not the time." The centaur pointed to his buzzing nostrils and said: "We have special methods to find the murderer. Now, you have to give an explanation to my people."

Dumbledore finally arrived.

The old headmaster had realized the seriousness of the situation, and strode forward with a stern face. He first bowed deeply to Firenze and the group of centaurs behind him, then drew out his wand and, in front of all the creatures who were looking at him as if they were facing a formidable enemy, lit his throat.

Loud voice.

"All students, gather outside the main castle."

After that, he looked at McGonagall again: "I'm sorry, Minerva, you have to work hard. Bring all the children out - not one is missing." Dumbledore pursed his lips: "Since its founding, Hogwarts has always lived in peace with the Centaurs - I believe no child would do such a cruel thing."

"You believe it? You are human too!"

"Hand over the murderer! We are going to trample him to death!"

Dumbledore stared coldly at the two horses that were shouting in the herd, and repeated again: "I will definitely give you an explanation. There will never be such a student in Hogwarts. You must have made a mistake."