Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Having a map is indeed very convenient. After a while, Eric and Romer met Firenze who was patrolling with books.

Seeing a child and a ghost appear in front of him, Firenze panicked. He thought he had encountered the ghosts of the dead from the past few days, so he subconsciously prepared to take out the horn hanging on his waist and blow it to remind him that he was not far away. distant companions.

But when he brought the horn to his mouth, he finally recognized the identity of the ghost, and a look of surprise appeared on the person's face: "Miss Romer?"

"Hi~ Firenze."

Romer waved to him and came to him together with Eric: "I'm here to keep the appointment."

Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Firenze lowered his guard and bowed slightly to Romer, saying, "Welcome, madam."

After saying that, he turned his attention to Eric who was carrying a small satchel. After checking it carefully, he blinked and tilted his head to look at Eric in confusion and asked: "Strange, this little pony, You give me a familiar feeling, have we met before?"

Eric chuckled and shook his head slightly: "Probably not. This is the first time we meet. My name is Mo Ran."

He walked up to Firenze and extended his hand to him.

Firenze looked at his outstretched hand, hesitated for a few seconds and then extended his hand. He shook his hand lightly with his fingers. He nodded and replied with a smile: "That means I admitted my mistake. When we first met, my name is Fei Renze." Renze.”

I have to say that Firenze is indeed very good-looking, with short pale blond hair and sapphire blue eyes. If he were a real human being, he would probably attract the attention of countless women when he walked on the street.

But Eric felt that this guy's smile seemed to contain other meanings.

"The Great Elder just came back this morning. I will take you to see him."

Firenze put away his books and horn, turned around and led the two of them, and at the same time asked Eric: "Mr. Moran, are you a new student in the school outside the Forbidden Forest?"

Eric nodded: "I am a freshman entering the school this year and studying in Gryffindor House."

"Gryffindor, it seems that you have a brave character." A slight smile appeared on Firenze's face: "Although we have been living in the Forbidden Forest, our understanding of Hogwarts is There are still many, especially His Majesty Gryffindor. By the way, have you heard the story of Gryffindor’s sword?”

Your Majesty?

Hearing Firenze's name for Gryffindor, Eric couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "I've heard a little bit about it."

"According to legend, Godric Gryffindor obtained a sword made by goblins thousands of years ago. The sword was extremely powerful and sharp. In his hands, he gained great fame. As time went by, those enemies became more and more famous. After seeing that sword, he would lose the courage to be hostile to Gryffindor. From then on, Gryffindor's bravery was gradually sung by others."

A look of yearning appeared on Firenze's face, and he told Eric a story: "But the sword has a special characteristic. It is too sharp. When Gryffindor took him with him, he would often get scratched by the sword. So one day, he heard a message and went to the Forbidden Forest to find the leader of the centaurs at that time and asked him to help him build a scabbard."

"Our ancestor did not agree at first, so Gryffindor challenged him to a duel."

"In those days, if anyone refused to duel, he would be called a coward for the rest of his life. Our ancestors were naturally not timid, so they agreed to duel with him."

"The result of their battle was not recorded, but after that, the centaurs leader at the time personally made a wooden scabbard for Gryffindor and engraved the inherited magic of our centaurs on it."

Firenze looked at the outline of the centaur tribe in front of him, sighed and continued: "It's just a pity that after Gryffindor passed away, the scabbard was missing. In addition, our centaurs' The inheritance has been cut off so severely that we don’t know what kind of magic is engraved on it.”

So?

Eric raised his eyebrows, why are you telling me this story?

"New mission activated: The Lost Scabbard

After thousands of years of darkness, even a thoughtless object will long for light.Gryffindor's sword has been passed down for thousands of years and enjoys a glorious reputation, but no one still remembers that there was a piece of wood that gently protected its edge.

How to complete the mission: Recover the lost scabbard of Gryffindor's sword.

The reward for completing the mission: the favor of the centaurs and the right to use the Sword of Gryffindor. "

Eric suddenly stopped when he saw the refreshed tasks in front of him, feeling a little ridiculous.

Good guy, the Sorting Hat, Romer, they both told him so many stories, but the system didn't react at all, but Firenze just told a story, and the system jumped out.

What the hell?

Firenze happened to stop at this time and looked back at Eric, with a strange light shining in his royal blue eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm a little nagging. I sensed an object on your body, filled with... The smell of destruction and regeneration reminded me of the legendary Sword of Gryffindor."

"Destruction and rebirth?"

Eric thought for a moment and took out his wand: "Is this what you're talking about?"

Firenze closed his eyes and sensed it, then nodded: "It's not this, but it's very similar."

"Put down your wand, wizard!"

While the two were communicating, Eric suddenly heard a roar from the distance. At the same time, his eyes caught a black shadow quickly rushing towards their location.

Romer quickly called out caution, reached out and pulled Eric's sleeve, pulling him away from where he was just now.

A two-foot-long arrow cut through the air and landed on the ground where Eric had just been standing. Almost half of the arrow was submerged in the soil, leaving only the white feathers on the tail of the arrow trembling in the air.

The roar of more than a dozen horse hooves on the ground came from far and near. A brown-red horseman rushed here first, raised his proud face with high cheekbones, and unceremoniously raised his bow and arrow and aimed it at Na. Eric with a wand: "Put down your weapon, wizard."

"Wait~Margery, put down the arrow first."

After seeing Eric's figure, Bain and Ronan, who rushed over together, also shouldered their bows and arrows, and held Margery's arms on the left and right.

Bain breathed heavily from his nose, suppressed his flexed arm, frowned and said: "Don't get excited, Margery, he is just a little pony."

Firenze also stood up, blocking in front of Eric and Romer, raising his arms and shouting to Margery: "Stop, Margery, they are students and students in the castle outside the Forbidden Forest. Ghost, came to our tribe for friendly communication."

Ronan also took the arrow from Margery's hand, threw it into the quiver beside him, and advised Margery: "Miss Romer is a distinguished guest we invited, don't scare her. ."

With that said, Ronan also bowed to Romer, with a sincere smile on his face and apologized: "I'm sorry, Miss Romer, and this little pony, the Forbidden Forest is not very stable recently, so Margaret I'm quite nervous, so I apologize to you on his behalf."

Even when he saw Margery's weapon being taken away, Eric did not put away his wand. Instead, he squinted at the brown-red centaur in front of him who still had an expression on his face. He kicked the tail feathers of the arrow stuck on the ground with his toes and clicked his tongue. He praised: "I often heard in books that horse people have a bad attitude towards humans. I didn't expect that it has reached this point."

"If I hadn't escaped quickly, I would have been nailed to the ground by this arrow by now."

Eric raised his head and looked at Magare, who was being held by Bain and Ronan. He slightly curled his lips and said, "Your hospitality attitude is really unique."