Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

No, there is no way it can be wrong.

That is a talent unique to their race.

Firenze sighed secretly - he was an outlier among the centaurs: anyone who sided with humans... no, anyone who thought that humans and centaurs were equal was an outlier.

They don't believe them and even hate them.

Firenze is not like that.

After this incident, his influence over the tribe declined greatly - just like the hawk and the dove, now one of their skilled hunters was killed by a wizard. He had nothing to say.

'The stars have changed...'

While waiting for his students, he suddenly looked up with a sense of something happening. The bright sunshine in the clear sky happened to be obscured by the moving clouds.

'The old is dying... the black is dying...'

'Terror follows...'

The handsome and gentle centaur was a little anxious, muttering in front of the horses. He turned around, looked at the angry tribesmen, moved his lips, but could not say anything.

We need to get out of here...

Now...as soon as possible...

…?

——What’s the point of saying this?

The angry and crazy tribesmen would even rush into Hogwarts over his body and slaughter all the young wizards they thought "looked like the murderer."

He is a despicable rebel who still sympathizes with humanity.

Firenze's brain was squeezed by two different emotions. He looked at his wife, a dedicated, beautiful and kind centaur. Like the other people of the tribe, she drew an arrow and kept hitting the bow.

matter…

It's inevitable.

"Come on, stand still, kids, don't worry." Dumbledore held the long wand in his hand and stood in front, letting the little wizards hide behind him. He winked at McGonagall and the professors who came after hearing the news, then turned to Firenze and said, "Okay, Firenze. All the students are here, let me see how you can be sure that the murderer is from Hogwarts."

In fact, Firenze and a few powerful centaurs had already smelled it.

The scent that came from Bane's blood.

The murderer was among them, among the smallest wizards.

The horses became restless again.

Chapter 138 Mr. Mustang

"Here he is, Dumbledore."

Firenze looked at Dumbledore with his deep blue eyes. He took a few steps forward, stood in front of the old wizard, and raised his finger to mark the area.

"Inside."

The crowd dispersed in an instant.

Several first-year wizards appeared.

Dumbledore looked back with a bad face, then shook his head and said, "You are wrong, Firenze. They are just first-year wizards - do you understand what level first-year wizards are? Some of them can't even cast a spell, let alone kill..."

"Killed a strong hunter in the woods..."

is it possible?

Firenze stared at the shivering little wizard.

Severus Snape said sinisterly: "Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and..." Suddenly, he saw the girl hiding behind the two of them, and his gloating expression suddenly froze.

"…and…and Draconian Malfoy…Harry Potter…"

Where did you four go?

The Professor shook his head slightly at Dumbledore.

"That's them."

The two centaurs behind Firenze, who looked like elders or people of high status, with dark beards and thick body hair, stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Firenze, leaning down and sticking their heads out to sniff at the three young wizards.

The next second, he roared and spit out saliva!

"That's them! Kill them!!"

Shout to the ground!

Bows and crossbows were raised, scimitars were rubbed, and horses' hooves were scratching, all eager to try.

Every centaur bent his body and made a charging posture.

"Please wait a moment! Wait a moment, Firenze - and these two..." Dumbledore made a circle with the tip of the wand in his hand, and the surrounding voices were gradually suppressed by the invisible spell - as well as their anxious and angry emotions.

"Just a moment, everyone."

Dumbledore said, "I think you can't use 'I think' to convict our little wizard. If necessary, I can contact the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. We have the Wizengamot."

"The centaurs don't need your wizard's trial!"

"The Centaurs don't recognize witch trials either!"

"The murderer must be punished! Dumbledore! Get out of the way! Let us trample them to death!"

The clamor once again boiled over the emotions that had just been calmed down.

Dumbledore glanced at Hermione, whose head was held high but whose legs were actually shaking, Ron, whose face was pale, and...

...Miss Deraconi, who was hiding behind the two of them and about to cry, was hugging one of Harry's arms, like a disabled person without crutches.

Suddenly, his eyes became extremely solemn.

"Four of you," Dumbledore said softly, "where are your wands?"

The four of them lowered their heads and said nothing.

Minerva McGonagall's face was shaking, whether out of anger or worry. When Dumbledore asked the question and the four of them lowered their heads, she realized that things were serious - perhaps what the centaurs said was true.

These four people were actually involved in the murder case.

If that were the case, I'm afraid even the Wizengamot wouldn't be able to save their lives - the Ministry of Magic would probably throw in some insignificant 'Granger' to appease the centaurs' anger.

Unless... unless Dumbledore takes action himself.

But once that happens, an old minister who covets the position of Hogwarts headmaster will have a reason to unite those pure-blood masters and exercise his power of dismissal.

But the child...

This is a child...

"I think there must be some misunderstanding, Firenze." At this time, Dumbledore was still speaking for the children: "They are involved, but not necessarily..."

"Dumbledore."

Firenze interrupted: "You know how we determined that."

"They smell like Bane."

There are only two situations.

First, they killed Bane themselves and were cursed by him before his death.

Second, they...

It became one with Bane's flesh and blood.

Otherwise, it would not be so easy for the centaurs to find them among a large group of students in an instant.

Professor McGonagall couldn't believe it. She interrupted, "Sorry, what do you mean by integration?"

Firenze stared at Hermione, his blue eyes hiding surging waves. "To become one means..."

"They ate him."

There was an uproar.

"Kill them!"

"Skin it! Peel it!"

"Firenze! Get out of the way, or you'll die here with them today!"

whoosh-

"Armor protection!"

Dumbledore opened his arms wide, covering all the students, and a huge wave of blue energy blocked three arrows.

"Firenze! Centaurs, please calm down. I will give you a—"

"Kill them!"

This group of hunters in the jungle is still not to be underestimated on the flat ground. They spread out in formation, as if they wanted to drive away the crying and falling little wizards like hunting. Their skin is very thick, which can block most of the little wizards' spells; their four hooves are strong and powerful, and they can dodge sideways before being hit by a threatening blow - letting them rush in is undoubtedly like a wolf entering a flock of sheep.

Can't wait any longer.

Dumbledore glanced at McGonagall and made a decision in his mind.

In comparison, humans are of course more important.

In comparison, of course these innocent children are more important.

Now, he had to control these angry centaurs - if possible. You know, ordinary spells won't work. The so-called restrictions...

Approximately equal to…

kill.

"Minerva, take good care of the children." He told the other professors to protect the children and not to get involved in the battle - he was enough to be tried and bear the blame.

Pushing aside McGonagall who was about to say something, Dumbledore waved his wand and pointed it first at the 'elder' next to Firenze - he was slowly drawing his scimitar and preparing to charge.

War is about to break out.

Then, a rabbit came hopping out from behind the main castle with the maid.

Holding a skewer, leisurely...

Suddenly, there was silence.

The centaurs, professors, young wizards - everyone looked at Mori Yuesha: a girl with a mouth full of oil, with her black hair tied up low at her waist, swinging back and forth as she jumped, stretching her head to look over here curiously.

"If I am not mistaken..." Dumbledore raised his wand and tilted his head to whisper to McGonagall: "If I am not mistaken, the one threaded is..."

Mag's face trembled even more violently.

Obviously angry.

'It's... a wand.'

Of course, there were also some wooden sticks without arrowheads mixed in - like the ones that had just been shot.

Okay, the truth is out.

The children's wands were found.

"It's fat and lean, and it tastes oily when you bite it, but it's a little old..."

Dumbledore slowly put away his wand under Snape's questioning eyes, and slowly retreated with the professors and students. The greatest white wizard in history who could compete with Grindelwald was not a gentle person.

He was just tied down by responsibilities.

Since the centaurs were so "disrespectful", he could only stand by and watch what happened next.

McGonagall called softly: "Dumbledore..."

The old wizard shrugged: "The real boss is here. I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, and you are the professors of Hogwarts. Now, our responsibility is only to protect the students."

Snape folded his arms, holding his wand in one hand, pointing at the centaur, and rubbing the corner of his mouth with the thumb of his other hand.

He is looking forward to what will happen next.

These are a bunch of rude, dirty low-lifes.