Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"Indeed, though Hagrid doesn't seem to be a wizard. I've seen him several times while hunting near Hogwarts' territory, and we've gradually become acquainted. He's different from other wizards; I've even shared prey with him." Firenze's voice was clear and resonant, yet not grating.

"He's a friend of mine, the gamekeeper of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts." Anduin nodded, Firenze's words aligning with what he'd heard from Hagrid.

"So, you have such a connection. It seems fate hasn't abandoned the centaur tribe; the guiding star still favors us." The centaur elder placed a hand on his chest, facing the sky in reverence.

The other centaurs around him also bowed to the sky with respect, far more devout than they had been when facing Anduin.

Seeing this, Anduin couldn't help but frown. Why were these centaurs so mystical? It was as if fate had saved them. If he had known, he would have waited for them to die out before intervening.

"The movements of the stars are ever-changing. Compared to the vast universe, we are as insignificant as ants. I advise you not to always rely on those stars. Sometimes, wise eyes and a clear mind are more reliable than celestial signs." Anduin interrupted, seemingly lacking tact.

"You!" Another young centaur beside the elder, hearing Anduin's disrespectful words, angrily wanted to rebuke him, but was immediately stopped by the elder's hand.

"Ronan, the benefactor's words hold great wisdom. Do not be disrespectful." The elder shook his head at the young centaur, then looked at Anduin again, "You are right; sometimes we get lost in the illusions the stars bring us, like this crisis. We were almost completely unaware beforehand."

Then the elder took a few steps forward and asked softly, "Please tell us your name. I am Brandwarden, the chieftain of this centaur tribe. In this forest you call the Forbidden Forest, we consider the southern region, near Hogwarts, our territory. But from now on, you are our guest, our friend."

"Anduin Wilson, currently studying at Hogwarts. It's a pleasure to meet you." Anduin could see that this centaur elder was wise and reasonable, and he was very polite to him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Anduin." Brandwarden smiled, took a horn from his body, and handed it to him, "To thank you for your help, please accept this gift. It's a horn made from the horn of a Re'em bull. In the southern region, if you blow it, all the centaurs who hear it will come to your aid immediately."

"Thank you." Anduin raised an eyebrow, accepting the horn with satisfaction. He hadn't expected to receive a gift.

At this moment, the handsome Firenze also quickly stepped forward, took off the only intact longbow from his body, and handed it to Anduin.

"This is my personal weapon, made of blackthorn wood and my tail hair. It is my treasure, symbolizing my friendship and respect for you. Please accept it." Firenze respectfully presented the longbow in his hand.

Faced with Firenze's solemnity, Anduin also solemnly accepted the gift. Then, the centaurs lined up, one by one, presenting Anduin with the gifts they treasured.

Including Ronan, who had been somewhat disrespectful before, also respectfully offered his most beloved fine steel dagger.

In a short while, Anduin received a horn, a longbow, a dagger, a spear, two bags of rare herbs, a string of necklaces woven from unicorn tail hair and animal teeth, and a bezoar the size of a centaur's fist.

After receiving these gifts, Anduin had a deeper understanding of centaurs. Although these centaurs were somewhat old-fashioned and stubborn, compared to some scheming and deep-minded humans, they were more simple, natural, and trustworthy.

After solemnly accepting these gifts, Elder Brandwarden told Anduin not to hesitate to ask for their help if he needed anything.

Anduin seemed to have thought of something at this moment and asked Brandwarden, "What do you know about these werewolves, and how did that werewolf wizard leader suddenly gather them together?"

"Well, regarding these werewolves, I only know that they used to be active in the northern region. According to information from our kin in the north, they have always been relatively scattered and have shown no signs of gathering." Brandwarden pointed in the direction Anduin had come from.

"As for that werewolf leader, I have never seen him, but I do have some guesses about this."

"Oh? What guesses?"

"Do you know the Dark Lord?"

"You mean Voldemort?" Anduin raised an eyebrow in surprise. Why was he bringing up that guy again?

"Indeed. Before Voldemort died, he sent emissaries to contact us, trying to get the centaurs to fight for him. Of course, we refused, but we also became enemies with Voldemort's forces because of this. During that time, we had many conflicts and struggles with dark wizards. To avoid them, the centaur tribes in the Forbidden Forest also dispersed and settled down to avoid those dark wizards. We were even discussing preparing to merge again recently." Brandwarden sighed.

Anduin nodded. It seemed Voldemort's reach was very long, and he even wanted to bring non-human races under his command.

"As far as I know, in addition to targeting us, they also contacted werewolves and giants, even trolls. Of course, they failed. The trolls' intelligence couldn't understand their ideas," Brandwarden explained.

"Are you saying that the werewolf wizard might have been sent by Voldemort before to gather the werewolves?" Anduin suddenly realized.

"Indeed, he may have succeeded, but facing Voldemort's demise, he who had gathered a bunch of werewolves could only seek another way out," Brandwarden nodded.

"I understand. Thank you for your explanation." Anduin thanked the elder.

More Death Eaters. These guys are really haunting. Anduin believed that Brandwarden's guess was very likely correct, so he couldn't let this guy run away even more.

After the conversation, Brandwarden said goodbye to Anduin and then led the centaurs away.

The young centaurs, led by Firenze, still nodded respectfully to Anduin before leaving. They had a clear sense of gratitude and would not be stingy with expressing kindness.

After watching the centaurs leave, Anduin put the received gifts into his newly made space ring and then began to plan his next actions.