Melee wizards at Hogwarts

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Parsifal almost didn't need to think to guess the identity of the strange guy, but this also gave him new and more doubts.

Why is Bane still alive?

This is definitely not because he looks down on Bain. His combat power is already extremely powerful among the centaurs.

With his familiarity with the Forbidden Forest and his burly body, even if a professor from Hogwarts or even an Auror from the Ministry of Magic came here, they might not be able to get any favors from him.

Even Parsifal himself, if he had not used small tricks, would have been pushed to the ground by the centaurs and beaten.

But that was Voldemort, the only guy in the wizarding world who could compete with Dumbledore, who had the Elder Wand.

The difference between injuring and killing is just that the intensity of shaking of the wrist is a little stronger.

"Now that the semester has just begun, Quirrell's power should not have been too affected by the curse of unicorn blood. Even if he can be scared away with a spear, giving up the unicorn can be explained by the speed of the unicorn. , and the resistance to magic is slightly affected by the petrification spell. But he injured the centaur, why didn't he use more strength, or simply add another magic spell?"

Parsifal thought about it, but there were too many clues that made him confused, but there were too few to connect them together.

"The curse of unicorn blood requires drinking raw blood. He may have killed one or two unicorns when he was outside school, but there must have been no unicorns killed during this period, so it shouldn't be a problem of insufficient strength. Bain's temper definitely counts. If I'm not good, I'll fight to the death even if I'm injured by a wizard's sneak attack, but he almost beat me up just now. Maybe Quirrell just subdued him and ran away, worried about being exposed."

But this explanation also has one difficulty that is difficult to reconcile, that is, Quirrell can completely fake the illusion that the Centaur was killed by a creature in the Forbidden Forest, such as throwing it towards the Acromantula, or controlling one or two people with the Imperius Curse. A hungry werewolf.

As for Quirrell being kind-hearted and unable to bear killing,

Parsifal is not a wise writer who used his real name to substitute his real name into a long-running entrepreneurial story novel, "The Hungarian Horntail Is a Thing in the Pond", and worked so hard to conceive the plot that the water meter was seriously damaged.

He is the red Gryffindor, not the blue water goddess who symbolizes wisdom. Using the ultimate move will not lower your intelligence

"Unless he can't do it, yes, no matter what the reason is, he must not be able to do it."

A certain Kaichang who often works overtime said that the detection of all cases can start from the most critical question, "Why should it be done?"

But if he fails to do it when all the motives and conditions permit, then the only reason may be that he cannot achieve it.

He didn't know why, but Parsifal was initially certain that Quirrell couldn't use magic spells, or at least couldn't use them easily.

"Bain, how did that person hurt you?"

Parsifal leaned against a short tree and asked Bain softly.

"He didn't hurt me. It was a despicable sneak attack by the wizard. If I meet him again next time, I will stab his head through the spear."

The centaur Bain snorted twice, and the halfling stood up and said angrily.

"Please tell me what kind of spell it is. It's really important."

Word by word, Parsifal said with a serious expression. From the appearance of the spell, he could get a rough idea of ​​the method used by the other party.

"Sigh, that despicable guy was frightened by my spear and exploded into a ball of black smoke. He ran up behind me for some reason. When I was about to rush towards him, I suddenly felt dizzy, and then I felt like I was being hit. It hit the tree like a hammer hitting his chest."

The centaur spat on the ground and said reluctantly. As for what happened after he hit the tree, you can tell by looking at his unwilling expression.

"Before you fainted, or after he came back from the black smoke, did you notice any details?"

After all, the centaur is not a wizard, and many magical manifestations may be ignored by him. Parsifal can probably guess that turning into black smoke is Voldemort's unique flying spell. In the "movie", only he and Snape can fly physically. But he couldn't guess what happened next.

"What other performance could there be? Well, when he came back from the black smoke, I seemed to hear a clapping sound."

Bain stuck his spear on the ground and said angrily.

"Thank you, Bane."

Parsifal knew that this was all Bain could tell him.

To ask a stubborn and extremely arrogant guy like him to describe the scene when he was knocked unconscious would undoubtedly be asking Snape to wash his hair, put on a pink robe and sing a song.

But Bane told him anyway.

"Bah, I am telling you so that you can go back and tell the head of your wizard school that no matter who that guy is, he has got himself into big trouble now. The blood of the centaurs must be repaid with blood."

With a loud snort, Bain grabbed the spear with his big hand and waved it twice.

"And you, the elders have already initiated the gathering of warriors, so the pony should not come to the forest again."

Lowering his head, the centaur looked at Parsifal and said stubbornly.

"Let me follow you for three more nights, and I will return to the castle."

Parsifal thought for a while, then took out his wand, "incen flames are blazing", and a ball of flame jumped out from the top of the wand, floating nimbly in the air.

The warmth brought by the flames dispelled the cold darkness of the Forbidden Forest, and also stirred up a few sleeping birds.

"Ma Ju, I abide by the agreement. I have taught you everything I can teach you. This matter has nothing to do with you. Even if you are here, you can't deal with that guy."

The centaur's face tightened and he scolded in a low voice. He is stubborn and arrogant, but he is not stupid.

"But at least you can run," Parsifal said, his attitude equally determined. "If I had been here yesterday, or asked someone to pass the message, you Bain would not have encountered him, or at least you could have run away."

For the centaur's injury, Parsifal believed that he had some responsibility.

This responsibility is not big enough for him to kick open Quirrell's door and have a contest between "Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da" and "Ola Ola Ola" with Voldemort, but at least, he wants to ensure that the centaurs can Live to participate in the gathering of warriors, rather than die in an unknown corner of the Forbidden Forest while seeking revenge on Quirrell.

Whatever Quirrell was planning, it couldn't be good.

"Okay, if you insist. But you should go back to the castle today, and I have to go back to the camp to find a doctor."

The two pairs of eyes faced each other. In the end, the tall centaur lost to the short wizard. He lowered his body and looked at Parsifal and said unwillingly.

"With this, the patient is not suitable for blowing cold wind in the woods."

Taking out a piece of parchment from his pocket, Parsifal smeared it with salamander's blood, handed it to Bain, and then turned around neatly and walked towards the castle.

Parsifal felt that he needed to communicate with Dumbledore about tonight's information.

"But it seems that the original novel said what will happen this week."

Some cold wind blew across his cheeks, and Parsifal's right eyelid twitched.