The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

When the bonfire in the tribe completely illuminated the people who came, Bain’s chatter was interrupted. Along with Macon, dozens of ferocious black claws appeared, and each black claw was stuck on the head of a black-robed wizard. Hanging them up, judging by the blood still bubbling from the neck, they were obviously dead.

"Baine..." Macon tilted his head, looked at the rough iron-grey horse man with no expression on his face, and said calmly, "If those unknown titles pop up in your heart again, I will kill you." Hang up too!"

"Ah! Dog... No! Your Excellency the Black Cat!" Bain shuddered, shaking his head quickly, trying to control himself not to imagine the horror of the person in front of him.

"Order your people to hang these corpses in a more conspicuous place in the Forbidden Forest." Macon controlled Black Claw to throw away those Death Eaters, shrugging his nose slightly, "I'm hungry..."

pat!

The centaur who first spotted Macon finally controlled his trembling hands, but he could no longer hold the spear in his hand. Bane gave the centaur a hard look, and then ordered a group of centaur , hanging the corpses on the roads that black wizards often haunt, and another team of centaurs went to the bear pen to catch bears...

"Sorry Your Excellency, please come this way," Bain arranged his men, bowed slightly, and motioned for Macon to go with him, "Recently, too many outsiders have come to the Forbidden Forest, and they have set up many black magic traps. A few people died because of this, and the whole tribe was panicked."

While listening to Bain's narration, Macon looked around. In the thatched houses on both sides of the road, the female horsemen guarded their cubs behind them, stepping on their hooves uneasily, revealing everything in their beautiful big eyes. Confused and terrified.

"Ahem! Before Dumbledore left Hogwarts, he sold the Forbidden Forest to me. This is my territory." Macon quickly looked away, fearing that if he looked at it for a second longer, he would get a needle's eye. "You centaurs can't wear clothes?"

"Thank you for your generosity," Baine breathed a sigh of relief, and led Macon towards the center of the tribe, where there was a huge bonfire. When he heard the other party asking about the clothes, he said with a look of embarrassment, "We male centaurs never wear Clothes, Dumbledore used to ask female centaurs to wear bearskins..."

Macon scratched his ass, quickened his pace, came to a place close to the fire, shook his tail, and a dead branch quickly changed into a deck chair.

"Please be patient, the food will be delivered later." Bain saw Macon lying on the chair, looking like waiting for the food, most of the stones in his heart fell, the centaur tribe is different now, Huo After Gwartz lost Dumbledore, no one could control the black cat anymore.

"Bane, your worries are a little unnecessary. Even without Dumbledore, I wouldn't do anything to the centaur tribe."

"what!"

Bane, who had just crouched down, stood up again like lightning, and looked at Macon on the recliner in shock. Those yellow-green pupils seemed to pierce the bottom of his heart. Seeing through my own heart, I only realized now that the black cat was able to know his thoughts without any warning. This is simply too terrifying!

"Lie down, Bane, this is just one of my abilities, but I rarely use it...it's so big!" Before Macon finished speaking, he felt a panicked hooves approaching in the distance, subconsciously After looking up, he found that in addition to a tray, there was a pair of giants that he had never seen before. "Thank you for your generosity, beautiful lady, just give me the tray. It's windy outside, so let's go back to the house."

As if the female centaur was about to be amnesty, she quickly put the tray full of fruits on Macon's raised hands, and ran in the direction she came. His legend has never stopped, especially when used to teach those disobedient ponies, it is very useful.

"Listen, the Forbidden Forest is now my territory. I don't want to see those annoying flies flying around here." Macon picked up a red apple, took a bite, and continued to talk Bane said, "The centaur tribe is becoming weaker and weaker under the protection of Hogwarts. I hope you can cheer up. After all, a horse that runs freely is a horse."

Bain's eyes lit up immediately when he heard the words, but soon dimmed again. Since Firenze was expelled from the tribe, there was no one here except Bain who could fight. In addition, in recent years, the centaur's fertility Gradually decreasing, it will take a lot of time for a newborn foal to form combat power.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know when it started. The fertility of the centaur has been declining year by year. In recent years, the number of foals born in the tribe has occasionally increased. Since..." Bain Having said that, the prophecy stopped, seeing Macon cast a curious look, he gritted his teeth and continued, "Shortly after you appeared in the Forbidden Forest, this slight growth began to decline again, and we even had Dumbledore to St. Mungo's with the help of

Macon suddenly became interested, and his spirituality instantly enveloped the entire centaur tribe, checking their bodies over and over again.

Bain carefully looked at Macon, and found that the other party gradually frowned, and his heart beat faster, but soon the frown gradually spread, and his heartbeat also slowed down.

"How many times do you centaurs reproduce every year?" Macon asked in a low voice, wondering in his heart. According to the information fed back by spirituality, the centaurs' bodies are very strong and there are no physical problems. It's a psychological problem.

"Your Excellency, this question is difficult to answer. The centaurs need to feel the enlightenment from Mars to reproduce. This cycle is very unstable," Bain said with some difficulty, and he hesitated for a long time before saying, "I, I have already I haven't received a revelation for three years."

"What?" Macon first looked at Bane, who was rubbing his heels, with question marks all over his head, and then fell into deep thought...

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, although it's been a while, I can still feel some things that are about to happen through Mars, which doesn't mean Mars has abandoned me," Bain looked a little flustered, and even spoke a little, "In In our tribe, three years is not a long time, five or ten years is also very common, and Firenze! He has never completed the revelation of the reproduction of Mars!"

"Bane! Tell me, when the apocalypse of reproduction came, what changes happened to your mind and body!" Macon scratched his butt, and he had a premonition that he seemed to have found the key to the problem.

"Change?" Bane also scratched his ass, and said half-covered, "The body changes, there will be changes, and then the revelation of Mars' reproduction will ignite the soul, making us hot all over, and then go find female centaurs, and reproduce."

"Then why did Firenze never complete the enlightenment on the reproduction of Mars?" Macon was even more puzzled now. Firenze is the most beautiful horse he has ever seen. There should be no shortage of horses around this guy. Female horses are right.

"Hey! Your Excellency, you don't know anything about it," Bane sighed, his tone becoming extremely resentful, "When the revelation of Mars reproduction comes, whoever endures longer means that whoever is favored by Mars the most , This is also the reason why I am most dissatisfied with that guy Firenze."

Snapped!Macon patted his forehead with one hand, and called out from the bottom of his heart what a guy!The chronic visual fatigue caused by the horse people without clothes for a long time is the main reason for the low reproduction. In addition to this bullshit Martian reproduction enlightenment, does Liu Xiahui still have competitions?What are these things called!