Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Eric walked in the Forbidden Forest, moving forward one step at a time.

His body was covered with a layer of pale golden barrier, coupled with a layer of obstacles, the wind and snow in the Forbidden Forest could not blow in front of him, and he was stopped by the curse.

But even so, he had to remove the spell every three or four minutes to let the spells piled into the snow barrier dissipate. At the same time, he took advantage of this short opportunity to identify the direction again.

After just entering the Forbidden Forest, he vaguely saw a figure in the distance. When he saw the blood-red light emitting from that person, he did not immediately get on his broom and fly over. Instead, he used a telescope to confirm the figure. After seeing George's back, he followed him from a distance.

He wasn't sure whether George was still himself at this moment, at least Eric couldn't do this kind of luminous special effect like exploding seeds.

After walking for a while, Eric suddenly noticed something.

It seemed that the guy in the distance also noticed his figure.

Whenever Eric was about to lose track of him, George would stop. Until Eric appeared from behind and saw him again, George would continue to move forward. It seemed like the two had a tacit understanding. The drama of "flying a kite" is going on.

This made Eric grind his teeth a bit.

I'm not as tired from playing games as you are. I keep pulling back and forth.

But despite the many stops and starts, Eric roughly guessed "George's" goal.

He had been there several times recently because of that direction.

The tribe of the centaurs... can even be said to be the direction of the altar behind the tribe of centaurs.

After another chase, when Eric stopped to rest, there was a sudden gentle tug on his wizard robe, and the hem of the missing piece of fabric shook and floated backwards.

Seeing this sight, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. Dumbledore had already activated the tracking spell and would be here soon.

He had no intention of fighting alone from the beginning. A new world mission was about to begin. He didn't have much time to play hide-and-seek with an inexplicable enemy. Wouldn't it be better to directly pull the Tongtiandai-level principal over and solve the battle in one operation? good?

Therefore, after Eric saw George for the fourth time, he was relieved. Today I am a scout. If you are interested, just continue to mess with me.

I'm waiting for my teammates, what are you waiting for?

Perhaps George in front also noticed something was wrong at this moment, and his forward speed was getting slower and slower, and the distance between him and Eric was getting shorter and shorter. Even though his back was turned to him, he still conveyed a "Come here." ~" means.

But Eric smiled calmly. When he saw George stop, he also stopped. He leisurely took out a cup of scalding sweet milk from the system space, leaned against a birch tree and drank it calmly. He looked at the figure standing still in the distance, but his body was glowing with blood-red light.

"Small, I want to see what tricks you are playing."

While Eric was drinking milk and admiring the snow, the trees on his left suddenly made a rustling sound. He immediately pulled out his wand and took a defensive posture.

But the next moment, a centaur figure jumped out from behind the trees. Eric looked at his face and curled his lips.

"Good afternoon, little pony, you actually sneaked into the Forbidden Forest again?"

Firenze put on a pair of warm winter clothes. The upper body of his body was wearing a handmade sweater. The lower body of the horse, the horse's legs and back were also wrapped in thick cotton clothes. He also wore a handmade sweater on his head. Ridiculously strange hat, with seven or eight strands of hair of different colors on the hat.

"Do you also like my hat? I got it at my coming-of-age ceremony. Every strand of hair was given to me by friends I know..."

Firenze took off his hat nonstop, shared his friends with Eric, and finally put the hat back on his head. He looked at the little wizard calmly drinking milk in front of him, and followed his gaze towards He looked forward, looking at the empty snow scene in front of him, and raised his head: "Then, I have a question to ask you."

Eric dropped the cup and turned it into a stone. He looked at Firenze and said, "What's the problem?"

Firenze flicked his horse's tail and looked at the little wizard in front of him: "Should I call you Mr. Moran, or Mr. Welfare?"

Wiping the wand on his hand with the wizard's robe, Eric looked at George who had disappeared again in front of him, then turned his eyes to Firenze, and smiled flatly: "Don't you already have the answer?"

Firenze also laughed, blinked his sapphire blue eyes, and took a step forward: "My answer is just what I chose, but the real answer still needs to be given by the questioner to be accurate. "

"Is this important?"

"unimportant."

"Oh, I don't want to answer that."

Eric held the wand in his sleeve, wiped it vigorously again, then nodded with satisfaction and walked forward.

Firenze glanced at the stone that Eric had just thrown on the ground, then swung his hooves and trotted to Eric's side, walking forward with him.

"It's snowing really hard!"

Firenze stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, watched it melt in his palm, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Did you know that in the ancient ancient countries in the far East, it is said that they have their own calendar algorithm, which is different from our AD calendar. Their calendar is divided into 24 nodes, each node represents a natural phenomenon, and today, in their In the node, it is called heavy snow. It means that after this node arrives, heavy snow will also follow. "

"Isn't it amazing?"

Eric snorted noncommittally and continued walking forward without speaking.

"I used to know someone who also liked snow very much. The first time I saw him, he was standing in the snow wearing thin clothes. His whole body seemed to be shining, which completely attracted me. look……"

Firenze was talking to himself, not noticing that Eric's frown beside him could kill a fly.

Looking at the centaur who had fallen into memories, Eric slowly slowed down, trying to distance himself from him unconsciously...

"But then he became the person I hated the most."

"But I don't really hate him, but I hate the person next to him, the magician."

Firenze continued to walk forward, and the distance from Eric had reached more than one meter, but he did not notice it. He was still talking in a low tone, as if he was immersed in his world.

"He tried every means to prevent me from killing that person. With my own strength, I couldn't shake him at all. Even many times, the magician discovered my intention and sent three of his disciples to arrest him. I……"

"...I knew that if I continued like this, I would definitely lose to her, so I found the drug and poured it into his wine glass one night...I succeeded. Even if it was only once, I would still be pregnant. In his blood."

Hearing this, Eric couldn't help coughing and interrupted the centaur next to him: "Wait... can you show your original appearance? Even if you change your face! You use a male It’s really disgusting for the image of a centaur to say this.”

"In addition, there is one more thing. The 24 solar terms are not the 24 nodes. The heavy snow does not mean that it will snow when this day comes. Don't translate it randomly, understand?"

"Firenzé" slowly turned his head, but now it was no longer Firenze's face, but that of a strange woman.

The woman's face was filled with sadness, and then her body melted and shrank, turning into a mature woman with a good figure again.

Eric leaned against the tree next to him, looked at the woman who had changed greatly, poked his eyebrows with his wand, smacked his lips and said: "Sister, this is the second time you have come to see me, right? ? Can you tell me briefly, why are you looking for me?"