Harry Potter Morning Light

"Why isn't it dawn yet?" Ron looked at his watch. It was only after 3 in the morning, and there were still several hours before dawn.

"Hush, I heard something." Anna listened attentively. "Who is Ron?"

Ron Weasley flushed.

"Here I am!" roared Ron, his voice echoing through the forest.

"Don't you wizards have other contact methods?" Dylan said with a sneer.

Ron took one look at him, raised his wand and sent a red firework into the sky, which exploded like fireworks over the Forbidden Forest.

"You don't even have a phone?" Dylan sneered, looking at the red fireworks.

"Go away," said Ron grumpily, and found a stake to sit down, when he saw Anna's jeans, he used a whirlwind to clean up the bloody trousers, and then used a repair, it It gets clean in no time.

"Oh, thank you." Anna said excitedly, looking at her legs.

Ron stared at her eyes, her eyes turned black at some point because she couldn't see the color of her lips because she wore black lipstick, but Ron felt that must be a good sign.

"Quick, drink this." Ron took out a silver test tube from his jacket pocket, which was a broad-spectrum antidote. Anna obediently took a sip, then passed out, and her companion immediately caught her.

"What did you feed her!" Dylan growled.

"Antidide, she was injured by a magic plant before, we must send her to the hospital as soon as possible!" Ron roared, "I don't know if the antidote just now will work for her."

While the two were talking, the temperature suddenly dropped rapidly, and there was a rustling sound in the darkness, which made people's hairs stand on end.

"Let's leave here immediately." Ron helped Anna up, Dylan supported the other side, and the three quickly left the place where he had just sent the signal flare.

At this time, something emerged from the fog. It was like a pencil drawing that has been wiped away. Its shape cannot be seen clearly, but it has many legs and black steel hairs. The belly part is red. It looks like a giant spider.

Ron's lips were purple with shock, and Dylan's legs went limp with fright, but the gigantic creature quickly disappeared into the mist.

"Should we keep going in that direction?" Dylan asked. "It seems to be coming from that direction."

There was a rustling sound all around, as if there were many things crawling, and at the same time, people in tattered cloaks flew by in the thick fog from time to time, and they looked like dementors.

"They're everywhere," said Ron in disgust, and at the same time summoned his Patronus, a hound, which circled the three of them happily.

"What are you doing?" Dylan asked.

"Hide here and don't move." Ron cast an Invisibility Charm on the two of them, and then ran away.

He was an Auror, not to mention those two Muggles who looked underage.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes came from the forest in the direction he came from. The sound came from far to near, and soon a group of horsemen appeared, and the leader of them was running aggressively. His long black hair kept flying in the night wind. It looks like a burning black flame.

Just as Ron was about to fight, another centaur suddenly rushed out from the right side. He used the spear in his hand to pick up the wand in Ron's hand. Ron quickly dodged it, and although the wand didn't lose its sleeve, it split , at the same time the black-haired centaur came in front of him.

"You shouldn't be here, human!" said the dark-haired centaur viciously. He had thin cheeks and high cheekbones, and he looked very proud with a barrel full of arrows and a longbow on his back.

"I'm lost," said Ron warily. "I wouldn't want to be here if you could show me the way out."

"Don't talk nonsense to him, Magrian," said another centaur with a spear in his hand. "We have other things to do."

Ron heard from Hermione that Margorian was the name of the leader of the horses in the Forbidden Forest. He looked very strong, just like those marble statues.

"Did you see a foal?" Margolian said while circling Ron, his waist was smooth and naturally connected with the brown-red horse's body.

"No, I didn't," Ron exclaimed.

"We've tracked her down, and she's been near you," Magrian said. "Don't lie to me, Human."

"I really didn't see it!" exclaimed Ron.

At the same time, there was a short scream in the fog, and Magrian and the other centaurs ran to follow the sound.

"Be careful of the dementors!" Ron shouted towards the back of the centaur, he only knew that the dementors would definitely attack people, and the centaur, who also had wisdom and happy memories, didn't know whether they would attack or not.

Margorian came back within a short distance, and they had an extra foal in their hands.

Ron had never met a female centaur.

And the strong Maglian was much smaller than her. As he said, she was a foal, and her facial features were not as strong as Magrian, and her body was covered with spider silk. She looked at Ron, His eyes were soft even though he was frightened.

The centaur roared at her in his own language, and then took out his weapon.

At this time, the two Muggles also ran over from the hiding place. Dylan yelled "spider" in panic as he ran while supporting Anna. Emerging from a tree or bush or something, it was obvious they were surrounded.

"Dinner time, children," said an old woman's voice. "We'll be on our way when we're full."

"You...you're Mossag?" Ron tremblingly looked at the looming redback spider in the fog.

"Yes, I am," Mosag said, and her figure emerged from the fog, looking as huge as a mammoth.

"Back!" Maglian yelled. As soon as he finished his words, Ron felt a pull behind his back, and then a white spider's thread floated out of the fog. If Ron had stood still just now, he would have Entangled in spider silk.

"Is hunting fun?" Mosag said with a crazy smile, dancing his pincers "click-click".

Mossag's eyes were purple like grapes. She crawled towards the crowd on multi-jointed and multi-legged. The centaurs formed a circle and protected the pony and two underage Muggles. in.

"This is a nightmare." Ron murmured as if he was about to break down. Dementors were flying in mid-air, and they were "excited" hovering in mid-air, making the temperature even lower.

"I won't let you die right away, human." Mosag's voice couldn't tell whether it was laughing, crying, or "Do you think we'll starve to death if we pick off our pincers? Method, we will also wrap the prey with spider silk, and then let the digestive juice digest your internal organs bit by bit, so that we can drink those juices like a drink, and I tell you, When you are still alive, you will fully feel the pain of hell! Just like what I am going through now!"

"I feel like throwing up now." Ron looked at Magrian with a dead face. "Have any of you been caught by them?"

Magrian didn't answer Ron's question.

"If we leave humans to you, will you let us go?" he said to Mossag.

"No!" the little pony yelled immediately.

"Let me think about it..." Mosag waved his pincers, like castanets played during flamenco dancing, which sounded crisp but not pleasant at all.

Dylan surreptitiously tugged on Ron's sleeve.

"I poured out that pus, did you smell that gasoline smell?"

Ron's answer was that he threw up again.

What a waste to give back to the earth the roast chicken he just ate.