Chapter 157 The Blood Moon and the Fate of the Stars
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 157 The Blood Moon and the Fate of the Stars
After Dumbledore settled everything (introducing the centaur and MacGuffin to each other), he came to Snape.
He pointed to the shrubs and vines on the ground with his magic wand... In short, this thing grew and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally entangled in a burst of white light to form a wicker chair.
It looks very solid.
--Depend on!What a magic.
McGuffin... even Snape was stunned, he put down the photo in his hand, and carefully checked how Dumbledore did it.
Although McGuffin has only taken the Hogwarts magic class for one year, he also knows...
This is not Transfiguration at all!
--how can that be possible?
—it violates the magical principles of Transfiguration, adding mass and volume out of thin air.
——This will definitely not be Transfiguration!
But apart from Transfiguration, McGuffin couldn't think of the classification of this magic. Could it be ancient magic, but most of ancient magic, although it is said that the magic stone needs to describe the target of the spell is chaotic, and the casting effect can be adjusted arbitrarily, but it is also limited.
For example, the Fierce Fire Curse, although it can turn into various animals, even dragons and phoenixes, to attack, but it is still transformed into the kind of flame that burns everything... When the spell is cast, it defines the scope and type.
And the magic that makes a plant grow...and make it a chair?
It was unheard of, and looking at Snape's expression, he knew that he had never seen such a thing.
McGuffin finally understood that even if he had the Sorcerer's Stone now, he was almost a hundred Quirrells behind Dumbledore in the state that night.
Perhaps it was because of the surprise and ugly look on McGuffin's face.
Dumbledore sat not far away and nodded with a smile, signaling McGuffin not to worry.
MacGuffin he does feel...
——Don't worry about the devil!
Totally going the wrong way, no!
When the MacGuffin was cranky.
Firenze, who had long silver-gold hair, and Baine walked out of the centaur and came to his side.
Firenze said softly, "Are you ready? Mr. Albert! Let's see what caused the drastic change in the fate of the stars this year."
Bain said, "It's time to start...Looking at the violent fluctuations and changes in the astrology tonight...The little boy in front is the key reason why the fate of the stars has been changed."
After saying this, they greeted the centaur and immediately started the magic unique to the centaur, some kind of ancient alien magic.
Although Dumbledore said that he had confirmed it before, McGuffin still swallowed, his heart pounding.
Firenze tied a silk thread the thickness of a quill lead around his left wrist.
The thin strands appear pearly white and translucent, like the texture of the ghost itself.
Of course, I can't feel a trace of weight and temperature, it's just as if I can see it, but I can't touch it.
It's just that there are bursts of unreal coldness coming from the wrist.
Firenze beckoned, and some centaurs came out of the forest. They carried a long horn of a monster that was one meter long. There were circles of twisted and spiral patterns on it, and the shape itself was like a half-curved crescent.
And it looked hollow, McGuffin thought it was some kind of horn.
"Hurry up, act quickly! Before the astrology is over..."
Under Bane's sharp reprimand, all the centaurs moved into a circle around the MacGuffin.
"Do you know what's going on here? Although it's not what I should say... McGuffin Albert is still wearing a blood curse. What if the centaur's unknown magic is incompatible with the human curse and reacts intensified..."
Snape was slightly uneasy about everything he didn't understand.
"Don't worry, Severus! Look... nothing will happen? Maybe it will clear up some doubts in our hearts." Dumbledore signaled Snape to calm down, and he sat calmly on the chair and watched all this happen.
On the other hand, the three centaurs raised the huge long horn together, and one of them even bent his legs and lay down, letting the long horn press on his back to support the seemingly heavy horn.
As the loud sound came out, there was a whistling in the air, and a strong wind blew out of nowhere... The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the leaves were constantly being rolled up into the sky, fluttering and fluttering, and the branches and leaves rubbed against each other and rustled.
At the same time, the ethereal singing of the mermaid came from the direction of the Black Lake, and the owls rushed out from the top floor of the West Tower, passed through the sky above the Forbidden Forest, and came above their heads, flying in a circle.
In the dark depths of the Forbidden Forest, the branches are constantly shaking, and in the shadows, huge octopus spiders or other terrifying monsters shuttle back and forth... black shadows are looming.
Snape on the side took out his wand indifferently and began to be careful.And Dumbledore touched his long silver beard, not much surprised, and did not move much, as if he expected all this to happen.
An unusual perception stimulated McGuffin's brain, and suddenly he felt that everything in front of him seemed to come alive.
... The wind seems to have become the breath of this forbidden forest. The branches twist and grow their own paper strips in places that cannot be seen, and even the ground trembles slightly, as if there is a heartbeat.
Subsequently,
The ground was tilting...he felt...the whole ground was tilting 90 degrees as if revived.
McGuffin was dazed.
The centaurs ran around him in circles, staring at the blood moon in the sky, their faces becoming frenzied.
Accompanied by the sound of the long horns playing, I don't know where these horsemen got the three drums. They are not big, but they are as big as a normal human head, and the top is pale and smooth. I don't know if they are made of some kind of stone or bone.
The drumhead is not some leather, but the same material as the drum body.
Boom! -Boom! -Boom!
They start knocking.
Every time there was a vibration, McGuffin's heart beat violently, and the blood in his whole body - boom!All at once to the brain.
Only the centaur who played the horn and beat the drum remained in place, and the other centaurs, led by the red-haired Bane, began to run around the Macguffin... At this time, the owls circled in the sky kept spinning, and the circle continued to enlarge and expand.
The sound of the drums became more and more intense, and with every vibration, the loud sound drove the blood of McGuffin's whole body, and even the tremor of his soul.
And...McGuffin found that...accompanied by the rhythm of the tapping, the blood moon on the dome began to descend continuously.
Bang-boom!
Blood Moon plummeted for a distance.
Boom!
Drop a little further.
The parchment system, which was unshakable no matter what happened, also unfolded automatically, reminding him of the current situation with bright red bloody writing in his mind like an illusion.
Constantly refreshing in my mind.
【warn!warn! 】
——Execute the No. 2 protocol and present the underlying protocol XXXXX to the host.
Huh, a strong wind blew past, and it briefly covered McGuffin's sight with black and white 'snowflakes' like old TV dead pixels.
In an instant, Dumbledore and Snape in front of McGuffin disappeared.
With the last beat of the drum, the blood moon in front of him suddenly fell from the sky towards McGuffin.
Those towering trees in the black forest also seemed to have no gravity, all of them rose from the ground, floating towards the sky with their roots and soil...
Until it turned into black dots and disappeared, leaving only a messy wilderness, full of big pits and spilled soil.
And then it seemed that time passed quickly in an instant——as if someone pressed the fast-forward button.
All those big dirt pits were filled, crowded, and piled up by young trees or lush grass.
McGuffin looked back, Hogwarts Castle had disappeared, and all he could see was a cliff and the crimson moons in the sky that almost occupied his eyes.
It is still falling slowly from the sky...
Even McGuffin can feel that his breath can touch the same every time he breathes out.
The drumming stopped at some point.
McGuffin lowered his head and looked around... Bain, Firenze, these centaurs, they have turned into black and white stone statues.
They maintained various movements, some raised their arms and were about to hit the drumhead, some puffed up their chests and prepared to blow the long horns, more stood still, some raised their front hooves and kept running... But one thing can be seen, their eyes are full of panic and despair.
Heart palpitations filled his whole body, and McGuffin took out his wand from inside his robe tremblingly, not knowing what spell he wanted to cast, or what to aim at.
Suddenly, he found that the wand had turned into a long rib burning with a thin black flame. On closer inspection... it was covered with skeleton faces of various species... there were murlocs, humans, mermaids, dragons, goblins, and elves... everything was inclusive.
And it's still constantly floating out like smoke, gradually getting bigger and scattered into the flames.
For some reason, McGuffin saw hundreds of millions of skeletons from above, and they formed a strange black ocean... There were waves, and even his ears could hear the familiar and unfamiliar sound of waves beating, the sound of sea water converging, and when he listened carefully, he could detect countless cries.
When McGuffin was looking, the black flames of the ribs ignited, spreading along the palms and arms, trying to engulf him.
The bright red blood moon is a little closer, and the faint red fluorescence shines on the ground...
As if it were an illusion, McGuffin actually felt that the rib trembled twice, and then turned into a straight, long white wand with purple light flowing on it, and it felt abnormally cold to the touch.
But more importantly...
McGuffin looked up.
The whole moon in the sky, with reddish-brown spots squirming in it.
Upon seeing this scene, a strange voice automatically sounded in Mag's mind, it was a sound of the sky, grand and subtle, indescribable, indescribable...
McGuffin was immersed in it unconsciously, unable to extricate himself, he could only look at the blood moon, look at it, stay there... as if it would turn into dry bones forever.
I do not know how long it has been.
When he woke up, at some point, the originally empty grassland turned into a clear and flat lake.
Not deep, just submerged half of his calf.
——Like a mirror, the reflection of the entire bloody moon is reflected in it.
There was no sound, no movement, only the blood moon occupying half of the sky in front of me, descending to the world...
——What the hell is going on with all this.
Even in the wizarding world, or in the original plot, McGuffin has never seen or heard of anything similar to this type.
Fuck!
What the hell did these horsemen do!
McGuffin had no choice but to slowly pull away the parchment system in his mind.
But found that the system has always been reliable...
The original talents, skills, and tasks were either turned into garbled characters or blacked out, only...
[Status: Blood Curse...]
[Talent points: 45 points]
These two can barely see the original meaning from the various garbled characters.
(These talent points are obtained from the settlement of McGuffin's last mission [Final Mission]...
The total score of the College Cup is about 10:1, and the points for the winner of the Quidditch match have been added to it.
It's a pity to miss the settlement of those final exams,
This is the first time that McGuffin has such a large amount of income, but now... Now that the system has completely become like this, I don’t know if it can still be useful)
At this time, he suddenly discovered that his talent points were being consumed rapidly, changing... 45 points... 40 points... 35 points...
There was a cold and tingling sensation on McGuffin's wrist, as if he had found an iron ring from the freezer and held it tightly.
Looking down, he remembered that at that time, before the centaur Firenze started the ceremony, he seemed to tie a translucent silk thread around his wrist.
Looking along the silk thread, this is directly connected with the weird line leading to the extremely weird blood moon on the sky.
At this time, suddenly... a vague echo came, and McGuffin listened carefully to distinguish, it was actually caused by the thin wire transmission.
This is……
boom! ——Boom!
The loud noise that almost pierced the ears exploded.
It's like something smashed into the sky.
The blood moon, the night sky, slowly shattered like a shattered mirror, and began to fall down.
(There is darkness behind the broken sky, and McGuffin feels that there is pure nothingness inside, no life, no matter, not even the concept of existence, just nothingness...)
After that, the whole world continued to shatter and collapse.
Fragments of various shapes slammed down on the McGuffin who was looking up.
One of the huge and incomparably triangular moon fragments with blood-colored light descended from the sky straight to the direction of the McGuffin...
"McGuffin Albert!"
A huge shout rang out from his ears, mixed with the sound of something breaking.
The MacGuffin looked up and saw that everything was back to normal.
The horsemen had already dispersed, and they ran away one after another, but they refused to leave. They were digging the dirt with their front hooves with uneasy expressions, and the horror in their eyes as they stared at the MacGuffin...
Only Firenze, Bain, Dumbledore, and Professor Snape were around McGuffin.
The sound of cracking and shattering continued, and McGuffin searched in the direction from which the sound came out. It turned out that the ghostly silk thread that was once tied to his wrist was frozen and petrified.
——It actually made such a sharp and clear sound.
And when McGuffin saw where the silk thread started from his wrist, he actually found that the three original drums had been completely shattered, and the drum surface seemed to have been punched with a big hole... The half-curved long horn was also broken into several pieces, fragments in different places.
The end of the thread can only be seen halfway on the ground, and there is no trace of where the rest leads.
After Dumbledore checked the McGuffin, he found that there was nothing wrong, and the [Blood Curse] was not activated.
(McGuffin secretly checked the system, and the parchment has been recovered, but the talent points that have disappeared, and the remaining information, let me remind McGuffin that what happened is not false)
"Professor Dumbledore... what is going on here?"
McGuffin seemed to be asking Professor Dumbledore, but in fact his focus was on the expressions of the two centaurs, Firenze and Bain.
——There is no mention of all this in the original book.
Bain looked frustrated and couldn't believe it.
He turned around in a daze, and staggered away from here.
Firenze muttered to himself, "What's going on? How is it possible? How could there be such a star of fate..."
The long golden-white hair that was originally soft and draped over the shoulders.Messy, rolled into a ball... The sapphire-like pupils are now bloodshot, and the redness is a bit scary.
Seeing this scene, Dumbledore frowned, and waved his wand in the direction of the Black Lake. A curtain of water flew from there and landed, drowning everyone in the open space instantly.
After being splashed by the cold water, everyone quickly came to their senses... Baine roared and neighed, and finally left Firenze here, while he left with the other centaurs.
Afterwards, at Dumbledore's repeated request, Firenze recounted their findings.
(End of this chapter)
After Dumbledore settled everything (introducing the centaur and MacGuffin to each other), he came to Snape.
He pointed to the shrubs and vines on the ground with his magic wand... In short, this thing grew and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally entangled in a burst of white light to form a wicker chair.
It looks very solid.
--Depend on!What a magic.
McGuffin... even Snape was stunned, he put down the photo in his hand, and carefully checked how Dumbledore did it.
Although McGuffin has only taken the Hogwarts magic class for one year, he also knows...
This is not Transfiguration at all!
--how can that be possible?
—it violates the magical principles of Transfiguration, adding mass and volume out of thin air.
——This will definitely not be Transfiguration!
But apart from Transfiguration, McGuffin couldn't think of the classification of this magic. Could it be ancient magic, but most of ancient magic, although it is said that the magic stone needs to describe the target of the spell is chaotic, and the casting effect can be adjusted arbitrarily, but it is also limited.
For example, the Fierce Fire Curse, although it can turn into various animals, even dragons and phoenixes, to attack, but it is still transformed into the kind of flame that burns everything... When the spell is cast, it defines the scope and type.
And the magic that makes a plant grow...and make it a chair?
It was unheard of, and looking at Snape's expression, he knew that he had never seen such a thing.
McGuffin finally understood that even if he had the Sorcerer's Stone now, he was almost a hundred Quirrells behind Dumbledore in the state that night.
Perhaps it was because of the surprise and ugly look on McGuffin's face.
Dumbledore sat not far away and nodded with a smile, signaling McGuffin not to worry.
MacGuffin he does feel...
——Don't worry about the devil!
Totally going the wrong way, no!
When the MacGuffin was cranky.
Firenze, who had long silver-gold hair, and Baine walked out of the centaur and came to his side.
Firenze said softly, "Are you ready? Mr. Albert! Let's see what caused the drastic change in the fate of the stars this year."
Bain said, "It's time to start...Looking at the violent fluctuations and changes in the astrology tonight...The little boy in front is the key reason why the fate of the stars has been changed."
After saying this, they greeted the centaur and immediately started the magic unique to the centaur, some kind of ancient alien magic.
Although Dumbledore said that he had confirmed it before, McGuffin still swallowed, his heart pounding.
Firenze tied a silk thread the thickness of a quill lead around his left wrist.
The thin strands appear pearly white and translucent, like the texture of the ghost itself.
Of course, I can't feel a trace of weight and temperature, it's just as if I can see it, but I can't touch it.
It's just that there are bursts of unreal coldness coming from the wrist.
Firenze beckoned, and some centaurs came out of the forest. They carried a long horn of a monster that was one meter long. There were circles of twisted and spiral patterns on it, and the shape itself was like a half-curved crescent.
And it looked hollow, McGuffin thought it was some kind of horn.
"Hurry up, act quickly! Before the astrology is over..."
Under Bane's sharp reprimand, all the centaurs moved into a circle around the MacGuffin.
"Do you know what's going on here? Although it's not what I should say... McGuffin Albert is still wearing a blood curse. What if the centaur's unknown magic is incompatible with the human curse and reacts intensified..."
Snape was slightly uneasy about everything he didn't understand.
"Don't worry, Severus! Look... nothing will happen? Maybe it will clear up some doubts in our hearts." Dumbledore signaled Snape to calm down, and he sat calmly on the chair and watched all this happen.
On the other hand, the three centaurs raised the huge long horn together, and one of them even bent his legs and lay down, letting the long horn press on his back to support the seemingly heavy horn.
As the loud sound came out, there was a whistling in the air, and a strong wind blew out of nowhere... The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the leaves were constantly being rolled up into the sky, fluttering and fluttering, and the branches and leaves rubbed against each other and rustled.
At the same time, the ethereal singing of the mermaid came from the direction of the Black Lake, and the owls rushed out from the top floor of the West Tower, passed through the sky above the Forbidden Forest, and came above their heads, flying in a circle.
In the dark depths of the Forbidden Forest, the branches are constantly shaking, and in the shadows, huge octopus spiders or other terrifying monsters shuttle back and forth... black shadows are looming.
Snape on the side took out his wand indifferently and began to be careful.And Dumbledore touched his long silver beard, not much surprised, and did not move much, as if he expected all this to happen.
An unusual perception stimulated McGuffin's brain, and suddenly he felt that everything in front of him seemed to come alive.
... The wind seems to have become the breath of this forbidden forest. The branches twist and grow their own paper strips in places that cannot be seen, and even the ground trembles slightly, as if there is a heartbeat.
Subsequently,
The ground was tilting...he felt...the whole ground was tilting 90 degrees as if revived.
McGuffin was dazed.
The centaurs ran around him in circles, staring at the blood moon in the sky, their faces becoming frenzied.
Accompanied by the sound of the long horns playing, I don't know where these horsemen got the three drums. They are not big, but they are as big as a normal human head, and the top is pale and smooth. I don't know if they are made of some kind of stone or bone.
The drumhead is not some leather, but the same material as the drum body.
Boom! -Boom! -Boom!
They start knocking.
Every time there was a vibration, McGuffin's heart beat violently, and the blood in his whole body - boom!All at once to the brain.
Only the centaur who played the horn and beat the drum remained in place, and the other centaurs, led by the red-haired Bane, began to run around the Macguffin... At this time, the owls circled in the sky kept spinning, and the circle continued to enlarge and expand.
The sound of the drums became more and more intense, and with every vibration, the loud sound drove the blood of McGuffin's whole body, and even the tremor of his soul.
And...McGuffin found that...accompanied by the rhythm of the tapping, the blood moon on the dome began to descend continuously.
Bang-boom!
Blood Moon plummeted for a distance.
Boom!
Drop a little further.
The parchment system, which was unshakable no matter what happened, also unfolded automatically, reminding him of the current situation with bright red bloody writing in his mind like an illusion.
Constantly refreshing in my mind.
【warn!warn! 】
——Execute the No. 2 protocol and present the underlying protocol XXXXX to the host.
Huh, a strong wind blew past, and it briefly covered McGuffin's sight with black and white 'snowflakes' like old TV dead pixels.
In an instant, Dumbledore and Snape in front of McGuffin disappeared.
With the last beat of the drum, the blood moon in front of him suddenly fell from the sky towards McGuffin.
Those towering trees in the black forest also seemed to have no gravity, all of them rose from the ground, floating towards the sky with their roots and soil...
Until it turned into black dots and disappeared, leaving only a messy wilderness, full of big pits and spilled soil.
And then it seemed that time passed quickly in an instant——as if someone pressed the fast-forward button.
All those big dirt pits were filled, crowded, and piled up by young trees or lush grass.
McGuffin looked back, Hogwarts Castle had disappeared, and all he could see was a cliff and the crimson moons in the sky that almost occupied his eyes.
It is still falling slowly from the sky...
Even McGuffin can feel that his breath can touch the same every time he breathes out.
The drumming stopped at some point.
McGuffin lowered his head and looked around... Bain, Firenze, these centaurs, they have turned into black and white stone statues.
They maintained various movements, some raised their arms and were about to hit the drumhead, some puffed up their chests and prepared to blow the long horns, more stood still, some raised their front hooves and kept running... But one thing can be seen, their eyes are full of panic and despair.
Heart palpitations filled his whole body, and McGuffin took out his wand from inside his robe tremblingly, not knowing what spell he wanted to cast, or what to aim at.
Suddenly, he found that the wand had turned into a long rib burning with a thin black flame. On closer inspection... it was covered with skeleton faces of various species... there were murlocs, humans, mermaids, dragons, goblins, and elves... everything was inclusive.
And it's still constantly floating out like smoke, gradually getting bigger and scattered into the flames.
For some reason, McGuffin saw hundreds of millions of skeletons from above, and they formed a strange black ocean... There were waves, and even his ears could hear the familiar and unfamiliar sound of waves beating, the sound of sea water converging, and when he listened carefully, he could detect countless cries.
When McGuffin was looking, the black flames of the ribs ignited, spreading along the palms and arms, trying to engulf him.
The bright red blood moon is a little closer, and the faint red fluorescence shines on the ground...
As if it were an illusion, McGuffin actually felt that the rib trembled twice, and then turned into a straight, long white wand with purple light flowing on it, and it felt abnormally cold to the touch.
But more importantly...
McGuffin looked up.
The whole moon in the sky, with reddish-brown spots squirming in it.
Upon seeing this scene, a strange voice automatically sounded in Mag's mind, it was a sound of the sky, grand and subtle, indescribable, indescribable...
McGuffin was immersed in it unconsciously, unable to extricate himself, he could only look at the blood moon, look at it, stay there... as if it would turn into dry bones forever.
I do not know how long it has been.
When he woke up, at some point, the originally empty grassland turned into a clear and flat lake.
Not deep, just submerged half of his calf.
——Like a mirror, the reflection of the entire bloody moon is reflected in it.
There was no sound, no movement, only the blood moon occupying half of the sky in front of me, descending to the world...
——What the hell is going on with all this.
Even in the wizarding world, or in the original plot, McGuffin has never seen or heard of anything similar to this type.
Fuck!
What the hell did these horsemen do!
McGuffin had no choice but to slowly pull away the parchment system in his mind.
But found that the system has always been reliable...
The original talents, skills, and tasks were either turned into garbled characters or blacked out, only...
[Status: Blood Curse...]
[Talent points: 45 points]
These two can barely see the original meaning from the various garbled characters.
(These talent points are obtained from the settlement of McGuffin's last mission [Final Mission]...
The total score of the College Cup is about 10:1, and the points for the winner of the Quidditch match have been added to it.
It's a pity to miss the settlement of those final exams,
This is the first time that McGuffin has such a large amount of income, but now... Now that the system has completely become like this, I don’t know if it can still be useful)
At this time, he suddenly discovered that his talent points were being consumed rapidly, changing... 45 points... 40 points... 35 points...
There was a cold and tingling sensation on McGuffin's wrist, as if he had found an iron ring from the freezer and held it tightly.
Looking down, he remembered that at that time, before the centaur Firenze started the ceremony, he seemed to tie a translucent silk thread around his wrist.
Looking along the silk thread, this is directly connected with the weird line leading to the extremely weird blood moon on the sky.
At this time, suddenly... a vague echo came, and McGuffin listened carefully to distinguish, it was actually caused by the thin wire transmission.
This is……
boom! ——Boom!
The loud noise that almost pierced the ears exploded.
It's like something smashed into the sky.
The blood moon, the night sky, slowly shattered like a shattered mirror, and began to fall down.
(There is darkness behind the broken sky, and McGuffin feels that there is pure nothingness inside, no life, no matter, not even the concept of existence, just nothingness...)
After that, the whole world continued to shatter and collapse.
Fragments of various shapes slammed down on the McGuffin who was looking up.
One of the huge and incomparably triangular moon fragments with blood-colored light descended from the sky straight to the direction of the McGuffin...
"McGuffin Albert!"
A huge shout rang out from his ears, mixed with the sound of something breaking.
The MacGuffin looked up and saw that everything was back to normal.
The horsemen had already dispersed, and they ran away one after another, but they refused to leave. They were digging the dirt with their front hooves with uneasy expressions, and the horror in their eyes as they stared at the MacGuffin...
Only Firenze, Bain, Dumbledore, and Professor Snape were around McGuffin.
The sound of cracking and shattering continued, and McGuffin searched in the direction from which the sound came out. It turned out that the ghostly silk thread that was once tied to his wrist was frozen and petrified.
——It actually made such a sharp and clear sound.
And when McGuffin saw where the silk thread started from his wrist, he actually found that the three original drums had been completely shattered, and the drum surface seemed to have been punched with a big hole... The half-curved long horn was also broken into several pieces, fragments in different places.
The end of the thread can only be seen halfway on the ground, and there is no trace of where the rest leads.
After Dumbledore checked the McGuffin, he found that there was nothing wrong, and the [Blood Curse] was not activated.
(McGuffin secretly checked the system, and the parchment has been recovered, but the talent points that have disappeared, and the remaining information, let me remind McGuffin that what happened is not false)
"Professor Dumbledore... what is going on here?"
McGuffin seemed to be asking Professor Dumbledore, but in fact his focus was on the expressions of the two centaurs, Firenze and Bain.
——There is no mention of all this in the original book.
Bain looked frustrated and couldn't believe it.
He turned around in a daze, and staggered away from here.
Firenze muttered to himself, "What's going on? How is it possible? How could there be such a star of fate..."
The long golden-white hair that was originally soft and draped over the shoulders.Messy, rolled into a ball... The sapphire-like pupils are now bloodshot, and the redness is a bit scary.
Seeing this scene, Dumbledore frowned, and waved his wand in the direction of the Black Lake. A curtain of water flew from there and landed, drowning everyone in the open space instantly.
After being splashed by the cold water, everyone quickly came to their senses... Baine roared and neighed, and finally left Firenze here, while he left with the other centaurs.
Afterwards, at Dumbledore's repeated request, Firenze recounted their findings.
(End of this chapter)
