Melee wizards at Hogwarts

We still don’t know what kind of unfortunate treatment Ron suffered that day, but at least what is certain is that coming to the Forbidden Forest on this September night was not really a pleasant experience.

The gamekeeper's hut is located on the side of the Forbidden Forest. Its size fits the name very well, it is only forty or fifty square meters at most, and it has a chimney at the top. The backyard of the cabin is a vegetable patch enclosed by a fence, with some chickens scattered in the corner.

"Hagrid, I'm Parsifal Williams, and Dumbledore asked me to come here tonight."

Tucking his robe tighter, Parsifal knocked at the gamekeeper's hut.

"Wait a moment, I'll be out right away. Yaya! Let me go!"

After a while, the door of the wooden house was pushed open from the inside, and Hagrid with messy hair bent down and "drilled" out of the door opening. A black Neapolitan mastiff bit his trouser leg tightly and followed behind.

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to take you to find centaurs in the forest. Have you brought the things he asked you to bring?"

Hagrid scratched his head, lowered his head and said to Parsifal.

"Looking for centaurs? Why are you looking for them?"

Parsifal nodded, pointed to the silver brooch on his chest, and then asked. In his impression, there were almost no reliable creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

Not to mention the giant eye spider that almost ended in two volumes what was supposed to be seven volumes (or movies), the werewolves wandering in the shadows of the dark forest are enough to cause headaches.

"Who knows? Those nagging guys always like to play tricks on themselves. I'll give you this oil lamp. You must follow me and Yaya closely later. The Forbidden Forest is not a place suitable for little wizards to play."

Hagrid handed a somewhat worn glass oil lamp to Parsifal, then put the crossbow at the door behind his back and leaned down to look at him.

It wasn't until he was sure that Parsifal understood what he meant that he took a big step and walked towards the Forbidden Forest. Parsifal hurriedly trotted to follow.

Along a somewhat overgrown path next to the hut, the two of them and the dog quickly went deep into the forbidden forest.

"The centaurs like to stay in the north of the Forbidden Forest, where it is said that their larger tribe is there, but what we are going to now is the tribe that often contacts us. Talking to them is a very annoying thing, But you should know this soon. If you ask me, a little wizard like you shouldn't come here."

Hagrid introduced Parsifal while pushing aside the thorns blocking the road.

"Go a little further and you'll find their camp. Yaya! Let go of that poor little thing!"

He pointed forward to the left, but suddenly scolded the hound. Parsifal followed Hagrid's gaze and saw that the hound Fang was sticking his tongue back out with a look of reluctance, no longer licking a Bowtruckle that had fallen to the ground for some reason. The little thing seemed to be a little dazed from being licked, and was trying to stand up unsteadily.

"Hagrid, wait a minute while I put this little guy back on the branch. Do they have anything to do with Godric Gryffindor?"

Parsifal walked over, gently picked up the Bowtruckle, placed it back on the branch, and smiled at it.

"This? I heard that Gryffindor himself brought centaurs to live in Hogwarts a long time ago. For other things, maybe you should ask Professor Binns who teaches the history of magic class? Who is it!"

Hagrid stretched out an exaggerated hand as big as Parsifal's head and grabbed his hair. He recalled slowly, then quickly took out the crossbow from behind and pointed at a dark place in the forest.

"It's me! He was a wizard who personally invited the centaurs to settle here, but now he's being called a guide! The centaurs are not your servants!"

From among the dense branches and leaves, a very tall man walked out. His muscles were bulging and he looked like he could fight at least seven. He carried a spear as tall as a man in his right arm.

The reason why I say half is because from the waist down, he completely looks like a horse, and his tawny fur is very dense.

"Bain! That was a thousand years ago! And you have already crossed the line! This place is not within your scope of activities yet!"

Hagrid responded in a rough voice, the crossbow in his hand always pointed at Baine, the centaur, and his voice sounded very annoyed.

"We centaurs are free! We have never been your slaves! We can go wherever we want in the forest! And one of your wizards sneaked into our territory first and wanted to attack the centaurs. warrior!"

After hearing Hagrid's words, veins popped up on the centaur's forehead, Bane, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and the spear in his hand was pointed at Hagrid.

"Impossible! You must have mistakenly identified a werewolf or something! No one in Hogwarts will come to the Forbidden Forest except me at this time! I was entrusted by Dumbledore to send this child here tonight! "

Hagrid shook his head vigorously, pointed at Parsifal standing aside with the hand that was not holding the crossbow, and said.

"A foal? Is this your choice? Let a foal that has not even been weaned come to learn martial arts from the bravest centaurs? With a weak body and loose muscles, I even doubt whether you can do it. Lift up a small branch!"

Bain looked at Parsifal. His left front hoof dug hard into the soil, as if he was offended.

"Pony, go back and tell your Dumbledore that even if the elders agree, I, Bain, the most powerful warrior of the Brownstone Tribe, will never teach you any skills."

Very suddenly, Bain quickly ran to Parsifal, lowered his body, and stared at Parsifal with his gray pupils.

"Bane! This is not your decision! Dumbledore has talked to your elders!"

Hagrid's voice deepened, sounding like a provoked lion, and his right leg bent back slightly.

"Do you want to fight here, Hagrid? I don't mind letting you understand that physique is useless before skill."

Noticing Hagrid's movements, the centaur Bain also entered an aroused state. He leaned forward slightly and his two front hooves alternately paved the ground.

Seeing that the confrontation between the two was about to break out, Parsifal sighed silently, took out his wand, held it in his right hand, and walked between the two.

"sono (loud voice). It's me who wants a fight."

A silver light flashed from the top of the wand. This time, Parsifal deliberately increased the output of magic power, and then used a loud roar to increase the volume.

Under this effect, the sound waves almost turned into substance, forcing the centaur Bane, who had sensitive hearing, to put down his spear and cover his ears.

"Although I don't know why Professor Dumbledore asked me to learn martial arts from you, I challenge you, Bane, the warrior of the Brownstone Tribe, to a wizard's duel. If I win, you must apologize to Hagrid and take me to See your elders; if I lose, I will never set foot in the Forbidden Forest again."

The wand pointed at the centaur Baine like a sword, and Parsifal raised his head and looked at him.

He is a civilized man who prefers to reach consensus through negotiation on the table.

However, reality rarely gives him such an opportunity. After all, the truth is always within the scope of equivalent coverage.

Once provoked, recklessness is over.