Hogwarts time travel

Chapter 331 The Centaur Kingdom

Sometimes finding the right method is a hundred times more efficient than working hard, and Hermione found the right method.

She got Loya's next destination from Stigar - Kingdom of Scobe.

"Sure enough!" Hermione snorted and turned to leave, but was held back by Stigarl.

Steigall held a piece of letter paper in his hand and gently handed it to Hermione.

"Loya gave it to you."

Trembling in Hermione's heart, she took the letter paper carefully, and gently flipped it open, revealing the informal and wild font inside.

[Since you have read this letter, it means that I was not touched by you, I think this is the choice of fate.

The whole of Hogwarts is not big, but I walked around the school for a day, but I still couldn't meet you. I think it's fate that made a choice for us, so we couldn't meet.

Of course, the above are all nonsense, I really don't know what mood I should use to face you, rather than being entangled, it's better not to come.

But after thinking about it, this is really unfair to you, so I left this letter and one thing, after you read the letter, you can go to the place where we first acted collectively. 】

Hermione knew where it was - the Forbidden Forest.

Gently rubbing the letter paper with her fingers, Hermione carefully put it away and put it inside her robe, and immediately bid farewell to the teacher and headed towards the Forbidden Forest.

It was noon at this time, but the blazing sunlight still couldn't penetrate the dense canopy of the Forbidden Forest. With Hagrid's hut as the dividing line, the Forbidden Forest behind the hut was filled with thick darkness like ink. In front of the hut, It is the light of the noon sun.

Hermione didn't hesitate, and walked into the Forbidden Forest along the road.

The Forbidden Forest was still the same, there were lodging weeds on both sides of the road, which Hagrid sorted out, but more were the masterpieces of various small animals, combing the weeds into all kinds of weird shapes.

Just like before, a huge silver flame erupted from the tip of Hermione's wand, floating and sinking on the tip of the wand, emitting a dazzling light, shining brightly in the Forbidden Forest.

It used to be the magic used by Roja, the Forbidden Forest that he entered with Hermione, and now it's Hermione's turn.

Under the shroud of silver light, everything in the Forbidden Forest was invisible, and soon Hermione entered the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

The road made by Hagrid here has disappeared, only the animal path made by the trampling of wild beasts.

Just as Hermione was judging the direction, a rustling sound sounded in the forest, instantly arousing Hermione's vigilance.

Soon, a man's head emerged from the jungle, a young man, and then the body—the body of a horse, and there was no doubt that it was a centaur.

And this centaur, Hermione didn't know him.

Before Hermione could speak, the centaur spoke first.

"This is not a place for you cubs to come, go back!"

The tone of the horseman's driving was very rough, but the concern expressed was real.

"There are many terrible creatures in the Forbidden Forest. They will eat your head off like a biscuit." In order to let the cub go back, the centaur even described it with embellishments, but his words were undoubtedly useless, because a person involved had no idea at all. Pay attention to his words.

"I know a centaur named... Modly, do you know him?" Hermione asked the centaur.

The face of the horseman changed, "The chief guard of the Yinyue tribe?"

Hermione sensed something was wrong, "Aren't you from the Silvermoon tribe?"

"Of course not!" The centaur's expression became gloomy, "We are not those war madmen..."

"If you were an ordinary human cub, I might send you back, but you know Modri, it seems that you are not a cub, you are probably a dark wizard." The centaur said to himself Said, the bow and arrow in his hand suddenly raised and aimed at Hermione.

"Come back with me!" the centaur sternly said, "tell the elders clearly about your conspiracy, how long will you destroy the peace of the Forbidden Forest!"

"I didn't..." Hermione reluctantly gave up arguing, the centaur obviously didn't look like he could listen.

Just as Hermione was secretly clenching her wand, a louder rustling sound appeared from the other side of the woods, and it got closer and closer. Soon, with the sound of horseshoes stomping on fallen leaves, a group of people in black leather armor, Wearing a half-covered helmet, the centaur armed to the teeth, led by a middle-aged centaur, rushed through the woods and arrived at the position of Hermione and the centaur.

"Let go of our guest, little guy." The middle-aged centaur said, "I'm not sure if someone will let go, and the arrow will suddenly shoot through your head."

"You dare not," said the centaur, but still lowered his bow and arrow.

Seeing that the centaur gave in, the middle-aged centaur nodded in satisfaction, and motioned for the centaur behind him to take Hermione over.

But Hermione didn't follow, instead she asked the horseman warily, "Which tribe do you belong to?"

"Silver Moon Tribe." The middle-aged centaur smiled, "Your Excellency Loya's friend, he asked us to pick you up."

Hermione quietly lowered her vigilance, and walked cautiously to the side of the centaur guard. The guard suddenly bent down, threw Hermione onto his back, and quickly jumped back to his side.

"Close the team." The middle-aged horseman said.

A group of centaurs disappeared with a roar of hoofbeats, leaving only the previous centaur standing there blankly.

On the way, Hermione asked curiously the centaur who was carrying her, "How many tribes do you centaurs have? I thought the centaur just now belonged to your tribe."

"There are probably dozens of them, in different sizes." The young centaur with Hermione on his back smiled and said, "Soon, that guy just now will also become a member of our tribe."

Hermione froze, "Are you annexing them?"

"No," the centaur corrected, "We prefer to call it unity, and let the centaurs become a complete one again, instead of fighting each other. This is the policy of Your Excellency Modly."

Hermione didn't speak. She knew that discussing this kind of thing would only make both parties unhappy, so she simply shut up and lay on the centaur's back to feel the gust of wind blowing in front of her.

As the centaur slowed down, a camp came into view.

The camp of the Silvermoon Tribe was much bigger than it was when they came here before. Countless centaurs were busy going to and from it. Hermione also saw some centaurs selling things on both sides of the street—they had begun to slowly recover from the tribal system to the city-state system. up.

The most notable feature of this is the emergence of private property. When the horses were still a tribal system, all hunting income was shared by everyone and distributed together.

But with the increase of the population of the horse people - through the means of war, fair distribution has become the biggest injustice, because there will always be people who are lazy and slippery, and evenly distributed will make those who work hard to hunt and gather become the damaged group. Avoided, private property came into being.

There is no doubt that the city-state system is superior to the tribal system. It seems that the Yinyue tribe really has the possibility of unifying the horse people.