Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

How dare you threaten to kill her child...

Chapter139 Ice Sculpture and Pony

Hermione swore she didn't mean it!

Harry woke him up early in the morning with half-awake eyes, and told him mysteriously that a certain sister was building a 'tree house' in the Forbidden Forest - and asked him to go with her to have a look, so he called Ron along.

The three of them didn't notice that there was a blond Slytherin following them.

——Then he happened to find Mori Yuesa and his servant roasting beef.

There was no sign of the tree house.

There were not enough sticks to pierce the beef, so three wands were contributed; Miss Malfoy, who was following them, was found, making it four - the lady with heavy eyeshadow, Ansuna, had already cut the meat and roasted it. They didn't notice that the sticks to pierce the meat were broken arrows, and there was nothing special about the wands mixed in.

The smell of blood was not strong at the scene, and it seemed to have been cleaned up.

Meat...

To be honest, it's delicious.

Until what just happened.

——Who knew it was a centaur!!

God! !

Not beef!!

She actually ate a humanoid creature!

Rounding off means cannibalism!!

Miss Granger, with a pale face, didn't care about her nauseous stomach, her mind was full of thoughts like 'I eat people, I eat people' - Miss Malfoy, who had been arrogant since she entered school, was even worse, hanging all her weight on Harry.

Among the four little wizards, only Harry's face looked normal.

"Don't be afraid, my sister is here."

Harry pulled his hand away and put his arm around Draconi's shoulders. The other party clung to her arms, but said without any appreciation: "I, I... I'm not! Not scared at all... I just, I just don't have a wand and can't cast a spell..."

Harry pouted.

"I told you that it's not good to eat too greasy breakfast. Hermione is about to vomit." Mori Yuesha walked through the crowd, patted Hermione on the back, and glared at Nagini in reproach: "Too much grease will definitely make your stomach uncomfortable..."

"Are you okay, little Hermione? It's all Nagini's fault..."

I told you not to do that... Is that because she's greasy?

Nagini complained inwardly, turned to Dumbledore and bowed: "We will take care of it, Mr. Dumbledore."

By now, all professors and most students understood what was going on.

Doesn’t the substitute teacher still have a few strings in her hands?

The group of people and horses no longer wanted to question.

Kill them.

Kill these humans who ate their own people.

"Wait a minute! That," Mori Yuesha held up a skewer of meat and got out from between Imhotep and Nagini: "I can pay." She slid her tongue and rolled the oil stains at the corner of her mouth into her mouth: "Do you have a younger horse? A fatter one, the one..."

Mori Yuesha held up the skewer of meat. "It's OK, but a little - a little old. How about selling me a few cubs? I can pay..." She turned around and asked Nagini, "Two hundred Galleons a head? Isn't that a lot in the wizarding world?"

At this point, even Firenze, who had always sided with humans, couldn't stand it anymore.

It seemed that the handsome Centaur had seen such an evil and cruel human being for the first time - compared to the Dark Lord, the innocent-looking girl in front of him who was holding up the flesh and blood of their own kind and asking questions was obviously more unacceptable.

"You are insulting us, human. You must pay the price." He looked at Dumbledore: "We want to avenge our dead people, Dumbledore, you -"

"I'm just the headmaster of Hogwarts." The old wizard took a half step back again, expressing his unwillingness to intervene. "Back off! Children! Back off!"

"You can't leave Professor Mori Yuesha and the others alone in front..."

Some students quickly stepped back, putting a large distance between themselves and Mori Yuesha; some were still hesitating and were pushed and shoved back by the professors.

After a few seconds, a huge open space appeared in front of Hogwarts.

well.

With a gloomy look on his face, Firenze turned around and faced his tribesmen who were already boiling with anger behind him.

"Do what you will, my people."

The shiny scimitar reflected the sunlight.

Firenze had a bad feeling, but the current situation didn't allow him to say anything more.

"Look carefully, Minerva." Dumbledore lowered his eyebrows, stroking the ring on his finger, with a cautious look on his face: "The power above the world..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Boom——!

Countless bowstrings rang, carrying the breath of death, and arrows in the sky seemed like an open black net, buzzing towards them.

The dark rain of arrows obscured the bright sunlight above in a very brief moment.

Firenze looked at the calm tall woman as she took the skewers from the short girl. She showed no fear at all and let the child face the rain of arrows alone.

She gently raised her right hand.

The Ring of Raggador.

The lavender mist twisted into energy lines, interweaving to form a huge shield - the densely falling arrows and projectiles hit it with a clanging sound, splashing purple sparks from time to time.

She held up a shield with one hand to block arrows and projectiles.

"Charge! Charge! Trample her to death!"

Firenze rushed to the front, drew the crimson scimitar from his waist, and pointed at the girl standing in the purple mist from a distance.

"Revenge for Bane!"

He saw the girl wave away the intricately patterned shield, put her palms up to her mouth, and gently exhale a wisp of frosty mist.

The temperature dropped suddenly and the blood coagulated.

The heart almost stopped beating lazily.

The sky was filled with ice and snow, filling the sight of the horsemen.

The next second, he lost consciousness.

No spells were cast, no incantations.

The ice belongs to her, and the eternal freeze is for her use.

…………

……

"If I had known you were capable of this, why didn't we hold a summer snow festival at Hogwarts?"

The front of the main fort was covered in silver.

A winter atmosphere.

Crystal clear ice covered the grass, and snow and frost covered the peaks.

The majestic ice sculptures of horses and centaurs stood there, as if it was a large-scale exhibition organized by several accomplished artists with all their might.

Dumbledore had arranged this at some point, but Professor McGonagall was directing the elves to push a wooden cart and distribute thick wizard robes for the winter to the students one by one.

He came to Mori Yuesha's side, raised his glasses and looked at the scene in front of him which could be called a work of art.

"How about calling 'Charge'?" He rubbed his hands, blew a breath of hot air into his palms, and asked casually: "What are you going to do? It doesn't look like you want to kill them."

Mori Yuesha wanted to take back her skewer. She tore off a piece of half-cold meat with her teeth, chewed it twice, spat it on the snow with a "pah", and threw the cold meat away.

She glanced at Dumbledore meaningfully: "Oh, you want to beg for mercy, uncle."

"Uncle is a title from decades ago. I am an old man now." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Of course, I am begging you for mercy, but I am also advising you. You don't have to be enemies with the centaurs - no, no, I absolutely believe that you are capable." Seeing Nagini looking at him with a bad face, he immediately changed his words: "What I mean is: you don't have to waste time on this kind of thing."

"The Centaurs are tribal. They are united, vengeful, and never give up. It will be very troublesome to be entangled with them. You are afraid of trouble, aren't you?"

Of course, Mori Yuesha didn't want to kill them all, these old guys looked older than the one she had eaten. Some of the "warriors" who rushed to the front were at most the same age as it.

She said she wanted to eat someone younger.

"Where is their home?" Mori Yuesha smiled with her white teeth and said meaningfully: "I mean, the tribe. Donblido, I want to find some food. Let them go? The premise is that they don't cause any more trouble to my happy college life. If those ponies are delicious..."

"Your name sounds better than mine." The old headmaster winked gently. "The Forbidden Forest shouldn't be able to stop you. For the sake of our meeting that year, don't cause too much killing, Mori Yuesha."

Chapter140 Philosophy

Imhotun and Ansuna did not return with a bunch of droopy-headed centaurs. They went empty-handed and returned empty-handed.

But the Wabi-Sabi courtyard is stocked with fresh horse meat.

The young ones are fatter, tenderer and sweeter.

The high priest found the tribe of horse people and picked out a lot of chubby cubs - you know what, they looked tastier than the adults.

As for which part it is...haha.

After the centaurs on the open space thawed, Dumbledore came out and said something. They had some arguments, and some unwilling centaurs tried to raise their weapons, but were easily disarmed by the old headmaster. In the end, they parted unhappily.

Dumbledore understood from the moment it happened that the centaurs had become their enemies.

"I can't believe you were her accomplice!"

Minerva McGonagall glared at Dumbledore in front of the messy desk. "You actually allowed her to eat people!!"

Severus Snape sat in the Queen's chair in the corner, legs crossed, with a landscape painting above his head in which the protagonist ran away. He looked at the silent old headmaster and McGonagall, who was roaring like a lioness, with disdain flashing in his eyes.

"What can we do about her, Professor McGonagall?" Snape said slowly. In fact, he was making excuses for Dumbledore. He thought that what he did was right, absolutely right. At that time, they could hardly change anything.

"We have to stop her! Not only will she corrupt the students, she will also ruin the reputation of Hogwarts for a hundred years! Dumbledore, we can't do this, and we can't just watch her kill underage centaurs one by one - if she does this, what's the difference between her and the Dark Lord! We, we..."

"What's the difference between them and Death Eaters!"

The old woman had a wrinkled face, but her eyes were unusually bright. She was the head of Gryffindor, a person of integrity and courage, a sword and a lion. She represented "probably justice", but on the other hand, it also meant that she had nothing to do with conspiracy and conspiracy.

What Severus Snape understood was completely unacceptable to her.

The old principal crossed his hands, lowered his head, and remained silent.

Snape snorted. "Is that so, Minerva? In your opinion, it is better to maintain what is right in your heart, even if it means sacrificing the whole of Hogwarts?"

The excitement caused the wrinkles on McGonagall's face to tremble. "I think this is necessary. Fearing the powerful and retreating? What is the difference between that and those wizards who surrendered out of fear when the Dark Lord was rampant-"

In theory there is no difference, but in reality there is a world of difference.

The Dark Lord could only rule the wizarding world at best, and the ones who died were half-bloods—half-bloods who refused to surrender.

she…

Judging from what Snape "knew", she could probably destroy the entire country. Assuming that what Dumbledore said about "she came from another world" was true, looking at the attitude she had shown recently, it was hard for Snape not to be pessimistic.

This is the difference between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

A glorious death, or a timid life?

"You have no right to make choices for others, Minerva." Snape's words were like a sharp knife, gently inserting into the gap between Professor McGonagall's words, and then prying hard. "I think you should be able to see that."

"She's a lunatic."

"So do the people around her."

Severus Snape sat up leisurely. The uglier the other person's face looked, the happier he spoke: "You can't reason with a madman. Just like we couldn't tell the Dark Lord 'forget it, stop' and then he would stop obediently - look at your students, the Gryffindor students. Do you want those cute and damned little things to die wailing because of your mistakes?"

"If she only kills Gryffindors, I support you, Minerva."

"100% support."