Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"Hagrid, who was that just now?"

Parsifal held the wand tightly and followed Hagrid. At the top of the wand, a fluorescent light that was much softer than before illuminated the nearby darkness.

"I don't know, but it must not be something good."

Hagrid blocked Parsifal behind him, stretched out his big hand to push aside the branches blocking the road, and came to the direction where he had just fired the crossbow.

"It could be a werewolf, or it could be someone more dangerous."

He lowered his head and picked up the crossbow arrow that fell on the ground. The arrowhead of the crossbow arrow was stained with blood and contained some minced meat. On the ground nearby, the two also found a tattered rag of a robe and a few strands of silver-white animal hair, but whatever it was that had been hit by the arrow had probably run away long ago.

"Could it be that Quirrell wanted to find a unicorn, but unfortunately he bumped into us?"

Parsifal suddenly had a guess. After thinking about it carefully, he felt more and more that it was the truth.

"But how did you do it just now? I have never seen a little wizard who can fight like you. Isn't that a crushing spell? How did you throw his spear away? And how did you suddenly jump to the tree in the end? Up?"

After confirming that the surrounding area was safe, Hegola took Parsifal and sat next to the centaur Bane.

"That's not a crushing spell, it's an Expelliarmus. The reason why I jumped up the tree later was also a spell called 'strengthening'. I think that's probably why Dumbledore sent me to the centaurs."

Parsifal sighed, forming a white mist in the cold night of the Forbidden Forest.

"And Bain, the Centaur warrior, don't pretend to be faint, I can see your eyelids twitching."

Parsifal said with some disgust as he gently poked the horse's belly with the tip of his wand. Just now, after he pretended to be "broken to pieces" and released "Expelliarmus", he took advantage of the opportunity to kick hard on the trunk of the short tree next to him, and jumped up using the repulsion.

His initial idea was to kick Bain's horse in the belly. Horsemen are just like horses, and the belly is undoubtedly one of the most vulnerable places. However, he was worried that he could not control his enhanced power. You can choose to chop the centaur in the neck with a hand knife.

However, the centaurs are indeed a very simple race, which can be seen from Bain pretending to be stunned.

——Your eyelids can still jump when they are dizzy? And you clenched and unclenched your right hand, thinking you were some indescribable person like Cthulhu? Don’t forget to exercise even when you’re asleep.

"I'm not faking it!"

After hearing Parsifal's words, the centaur Bane struggled violently, kicking his four hooves back and forth. But his body was so heavy that even with his hands on the ground, it was difficult to stand up.

"Then you admit that you lost to me?"

Parsifal waved his wand and helped the centaur stand up.

"You didn't defeat me with magic at all! This was a deception!"

The centaur's dark face flushed dangerously, and he pointed his right index finger at Parsifal condescendingly.

"Do you want to express that an 11-year-old wizard did not use magic, but used the power that you centaurs are best at to defeat Bain, the most powerful warrior of the Brownstone tribe? Or do you simply want to default on your debt?"

Parsifal also stood up, and the blackthorn wand in his hand was trembling slightly as he felt the fighting spirit of its master. He is a civilized person who hates being talked to in a condescending manner, and even more hates meeting such scoundrels who want to default on their debts.

The situation became tense. The tall centaur and the short Parsifal looked at each other, as if an extremely fierce battle was about to break out in the next second.

After reacting, Hagrid stood up and pointed the crossbow's crosshair at Bain.

"I, Baine, the warrior of the Brownstone Tribe, under the witness of the stars, apologize for underestimating the wizard. Are you satisfied now?!"

After a while, the centaur Bain stood up straight and spoke word by word.

"And take me to see your elders?"

Parsifal nodded and performed a wizard's salute to indicate that he accepted the other party's apology before asking.

"The elder has gone to the north and won't be back until next month. Until then, I will be responsible for you, this weird... pony, if you still need me."

Bain said dryly that being unable to fulfill his promise is a great shame for the proud centaurs.

"Take it and come back here at this time tomorrow." After thinking about it, Bain took off the spear in his hand and threw it to Parsifal. He lowered his head and said solemnly, "The next moon It will be empty, and that will be the beginning of disaster.”

After saying that, Bain no longer looked back and plunged into the dark forest.

"Bane? Belated introduction? (Bane means source of disaster in English)"

Parsifal held the spear in his hand and carefully thought about Bain's words before leaving. Although he extremely expected it to be just a simple self-introduction, the other person's expression hinted that it was not that simple.

"What does the empty moon mean? It seems that I need to find a chance to ask Professor Sinix."

To be honest, if Shen Shen is nagging about this matter, she should ask the professor of Divination class, but Trelawney, who is in charge of the Divination class, is an extremely powerful mouth. What's more dangerous is that she doesn't know the properties of her mouth. .

If he was told a prophecy that death is looming over you, or was comforted by the words "Eat something good and do what you want to do," who else could Parsifal go to for reasoning?

"Williams, let's go back."

"Ok."

Hagrid put away the oil lamp on the ground, lowered his head and said to Parsifal.

The road back was much safer than when we came. Except for meeting the poor Bowtruckle again and rejecting a black ladybug it offered, there were no more twists and turns.

"Go back from here to the castle. Dumbledore should have said hello, and Filch will let you in. You should come to my place tomorrow and I will take you into the Forbidden Forest."

Next to Hagrid's hut, Parsifal refused Hagrid's invitation to stay for a cup of tea on the grounds that it was too late, and finally left with a look of regret in his eyes.

"Dumbledore is indeed the top white wizard. He will not ignore even the details that I may be late."

Not far away was the gate of Hogwarts Castle, and Filch was already waiting for Parsifal with an oil lamp.

Breathing in the refreshing cool breeze, he slowed down, looked up at the stars in the sky, and rested his head on the spear behind his back.

"Wait? Spear?"

Parsifal suddenly thought that he had forgotten a very important thing.

——Dumbledore did say hello for his late return, but he did not guarantee the centaur spear he was carrying.

From any angle, this spear was enough to be included in Filch's treasured collection, and Parsifal was only five steps away from the castle gate and could not escape no matter what.

"So, Williams, that's why you came to me so late?"

A moment later, in the vaulted principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle, Parsifal once again sat opposite Dumbledore.