Hogwarts founder returns to campus

"I repeat, if you interrupt my conversation with Firenze again, the next spell will not be as simple as a silent spell."

Salazar's wand pointed to the nearby open space, and a whirlwind rose again, the leaves and branches gradually transformed into human shapes, the leaves turned into armor and the branches became swords, and a group of guards had already guarded under the high platform.

"In this way, our numbers will be equal, and perhaps this will help you maintain due respect for the master here."

The horse crowd's eyes widened, and they swallowed their saliva in unison. In the silent air, they could vaguely hear the accelerated heartbeat in their chests.

"We have no intention of fighting, we just want to maintain peace in the Forbidden Forest." Firenze's tone was softer, like a gentle breeze.

He had to slow down his voice, after all, they hadn't seen such a transformation for many years.

The last time I saw such an exquisite transfiguration was on a Gryffindor student, and now he is the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Salazar nodded and crossed his fingers on his lap: "You are much better than them. Since Godric let you station in the Forbidden Forest, and you managed the Forbidden Forest well, I don't want to drive you away."

There was a bit of bitterness at the corner of Firenze's mouth: "Although I don't understand what you mean, sir, can you explain in detail why you need unicorn blood?"

What appeared in front of his eyes was a bottle of potion that was as crystal clear as water. Although he thought it was an ordinary bottle of morning dew at first glance, the liquid inside was still flickering and starry, showing that it was an extraordinary bottle. potion.

"Of course..." Salazar said, "I still need a little help from you. After all, you have said that this is your territory. There is nothing wrong with doing something, right?"

The other centaurs were digging the dirt on the ground with their horseshoes uneasily, but none of them dared to speak, and Firenze could feel that their eyes were all focused on him.

This made him feel that his pressure was increasing. He seemed to have a little impression of this potion, but the appearance was completely different. After all, the corpse potion would not be so shining.

"It's about the same. It's probably made according to the principle of the corpse potion, but for the glass hearts of you centaurs, it doesn't need a corpse, just a little blood is enough."

Firenze felt as if he had been seen through, and a faint emerald green magic power lingered on his body. After getting rid of this feeling, he felt a little relieved.

The centaurs are extremely dependent on the forest. Only in the forest can the magic, divination, astronomy and archery of the centaur race be brought into full play.

The forest endows them with great power, and they do their best to protect the forest in return. The symbiotic relationship between the two is very interesting.

"Tsk, that's boring." Salazar said with a bit of frivolity.

"Are you going to create a unicorn through the Nether Potion and use it as a bait to capture the black wizard?" Firenze asked, "This method is too risky! If the black wizard sees through it, he will The more careful we are, the harder it is for us to keep unicorns safe."

"So I said, I still need a little help from you. Aren't you able to control plants to a certain extent? It's the same reason."

Firenze was a little puzzled, but his question was quickly answered.

A few drops of blood on Ronan's neck were gathered in the air, and at the same time the bottle cork was pulled away, and a small ball of water-like medicine flew up to fuse with the blood beads.

Firenze felt that what happened next was too incredible. He actually saw a bright moon-like ball of light appear after the fusion of the medicine and the blood beads.

As the ball of light continued to squirm and change, a pocket Ronan finally appeared in front of him.

It is almost scaled down, with the same red hair, but with a dull expression, without Ronan's current rude and domineering expression.

He remembered what the young man in front of him said, manipulating plants like manipulating...

So he gathered his magic power, formed an invisible thread, and wrapped it around the tiny horseman.

Although his face is still expressionless, under Si Su's command, the Pocket Horseman can run, jump, kneel down and pick up branches from the ground with his limbs and keep waving them.

It's like a lifelike centaur, not as dull as a corpse, and will simply follow the order of the refiner.

The other centaurs began to whisper, but they kept their voices low, trying not to let this one hear.

Salazar flicked his finger: "The flames are burning!"

A circle of blazing flames surrounded the miniature centaur, and the orange flames licked the surrounding air, but there was nothing unusual about the miniature centaur in the middle.

Even Ronan, who was still looking contemptuous and disdainful, widened his eyes, silently looking at the pocket centaur in the circle of fire.

No anomaly is the greatest anomaly.

As a product of black magic, yin corpses are extremely afraid of the power of flames. If you want to make yin corpses not afraid of flames, you need to cast water and fire impervious spells on them after they are made into yin corpses.

But this is the Yin Corpse that has just been made, and it cannot withstand the burning of the flames anyway.

"Now do you know what you need to do?"

"Control the unicorn and capture the dark wizard?" Firenze asked tentatively.

"Wrong!" Salazar shook his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I want you to tease him with unicorns in every possible way, and finally let him kill this unicorn."

"Killed?" Firenze repeated in an extremely puzzled tone, "Just to let him get the blood of the unicorn?"

"Of course." Salazar threw him a transparent pendant, which contained a handful of black flames, "As long as he kills the unicorn transformed with potion, you can smash it, I can feel it. "

"Why do you do this?" Firenze continued to ask.

The other centaurs also set their sights on Salazar, and spent so much effort just to let the black wizard get the blood of the unicorn, no matter how they thought about it, they couldn't understand the deep meaning.

"You reminded me, if it is the unicorn from last time, you must find the unicorn from last time and discuss with it." Salazar added.

Firenze seemed to have a clue: "Because it recognizes the breath of that dark wizard?"

"Part of it." Salazar shrugged, and the high platform disappeared, as did the guards. "I remember you centaurs like to do stargazing and divination, right? There is a book written by Muggles here, take a look." Is it right for you?"

Divination is one of the few things Salazar knows nothing about.

Divination and prophecy both require the blessing of talent, and only a woman like Rowena who is born with extraordinary wisdom can understand the divination of gods and gods.

Firenze had borrowed a book that Salazar had thrown over, called Popular Astronomy.

The centaurs slowly approached Firenze, with different expressions. For a while, these proud centaurs could hardly accept that they were all suppressed by a young man just now.