Chapter 159 Davros of Destiny

Today is October 31st. With the gathering of elites from the three schools, the Halloween banquet at night must be very lively.

What's more, after the banquet is over, it's time for the announcement ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament's warrior candidates.

Of course, it's still early anyway.

When everyone was pondering the grand occasion tonight, Maca was wandering alone in the dim Forbidden Forest with a wand in hand.

Today's weather is a bit gloomy, the wind is blowing over the Forbidden Forest in bursts, and the leaves are rustling.

Maca walked fast and slow in the forest, as if he was looking for something. Occasionally he would stop and listen carefully to distant movements, trying to figure out what was making the noise.

Gradually, he went deeper and deeper, and finally stopped by a pool of water.

It should be almost here. He looked around, then nodded slightly, Little guys, come out!

He took out the tin box from his bosom, and let out all the little octopus spiders inside. For some reason, the spiders seemed to be smaller than last time.

Growing quickly.

Maca tapped the little spiders crawling around on the ground one by one, but saw that they swelled up rapidly, almost becoming as big as a washbasin in the blink of an eye.

No way, these little guys grew up too fast, and Maca had to use the shrinking spell on them all.

All ready, I will teach you how to hunt today.

As Maca spoke, he took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on for himself—no way, now that he saw these little guys, he felt a little uncomfortable all over.

Obviously, the blood in their bodies is slowly waking up.

In the Forbidden Forest, there are many strange and magical creatures, but there are also many ordinary creatures in the forest. Maca took this group of nearly twenty young spiders the size of a washbasin, centered on the water pool, and started looking for prey with light steps.

How about saying that the acromantula is a natural jungle killer! Maca soon discovered that he didn't need to teach them at all, they already knew how to attack those small animals in a short time.

In the end, they even besieged and killed a strong male deer by virtue of their numerical superiority.

When they were eating, Maca found that he had come to a deep place in the Forbidden Forest.

Suddenly, a bush in the distance trembled, as if another creature was approaching.

The little guys who were eating immediately left the mutilated deer and quickly moved towards the bush.

Just then, a centaur emerged from behind the bushes.

He was obviously taken aback by the larvae of this group of giant arachnids, and immediately raised the bow and arrow in his hand, the bowstring had been drawn to its fullest.

Come back, little ones! Maca shouted.

After the young spiders heard it, their pace slowed down significantly. They looked at the centaur vigilantly for a while, and then returned to Maca's side.

Sorry, I raised them—can you put away the bow and arrow first? Maca looked at the centaur, seeming to remember something, Oh, I seem to remember you... Are you... Ronan? Or Firenze?

The centaur hesitated for a moment. He looked at the spiderlings crawling back and forth non-stop, then at Maca, and finally put the stringed arrow back into the quiver.

Yes, I'm Ronan. He nodded, Who are you?

Don't you remember? I'm Maca McLean, said Maca. We met one night in the woods years ago—during the time when unicorns were being killed.

Ronan the Centaur immediately nodded and said, Ah, that's right, I remembered—the sparks were very bright that night.

At this time, a centaur ran out from the side, which caused another commotion among the little guys around Maca.

Don't worry, I know them all, they are not enemies.

Fortunately, these acromantids whose bloodlines have been strengthened seem to be more intelligent.

Although he can't speak human language right now, he can at least roughly understand the meaning expressed by Maca's words.

Shrink quickly.

Maca stretched out her wand, and turned the little ones back to the size of a grain of rice, putting them back in the tin box again.

I took these little guys out to learn how to hunt today, he said, It's about time, and it looks like it will rain soon, so I should go back to the castle.

However, the centaur who appeared later stopped him.

Wait a minute. The centaur asked, Are you alone?

I think, yes. Maca paused, turned around and said.

Davros wants to see you. He raised his head and looked at the sky covered by the tree canopy, and said meaningfully, Fate guides my family, and it also guides you... the evil that is entangled in the blood will eventually come to an end. will disappear from the world...

Davros? Maca was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said, Oh, the patriarch of your tribe?

There are various tribes of horsemen, big and small, and there is more than one in this Forbidden Forest. Small tribes have at most a dozen centaurs, but large tribes sometimes have more than a hundred.

But regardless of the size of the tribe, each tribe will have a patriarch, and the current patriarch will not be replaced until he dies.

The patriarch of the centaurs is usually honored as Davros by other centaurs.

Human, follow me. The centaur stretched out his hand towards Maca.

Maca thought for a while, then followed quickly.

The centaur has always been mysterious, and they don't have a good impression of wizards. This kind of opportunity to visit the centaur tribe is very rare.

Moreover, Maca was a little concerned about what the centaur said just now.

Evils entangled in blood? Maca thought. Is it about me? Or is it about themselves?

He only knew that in terms of his own situation, if someone said that he had a problem with his blood, he would definitely believe it. In fact, he has been thinking about this for a long time. For example, why does his magic flame react so violently when using Floo powder?

Following the centaur, he walked quickly all the way, and after walking through the forest for a while, a not-so-small tribe of centaur suddenly appeared in front of Maca.

Around a huge bonfire surrounded by stones, a large number of simple wooden shacks were built against the stone walls. On the outer edge of the tribe near Maca, there is a circle of simple obstacles made of sharpened wood, which can effectively prevent the impact of other creatures.

And in the innermost part of the tribe, behind one of the largest shacks, a huge and deep cave on the stone wall can be vaguely seen.

At this moment, many centaurs in the tribe were looking around by the bonfire. When they saw Maca, their human-like faces showed a hint of anticipation.

Davros is inside, please come with me! The centaur extended his hand to invite again, and then walked to the biggest shed first.

Ronan, who came back with them, just nodded to Maca, and then went back into the woods.

Did the centaur patriarch obtain some prophecy through astrology? What exactly are they looking for me for? Seeing that there seemed to be no malicious intentions, Maca couldn't help thinking secretly...

...

When Maca was invited to the centaur tribe, the three of Harry were chatting in Hagrid's hut.

Today, Hagrid, with some small thoughts in mind, put on his best, and at the same time, very ugly clothes—the furry brown suit.

Not only that, but he also deliberately matched a tie with a yellow and orange plaid pattern.

That's not the worst, though: he's clearly tried to straighten his hair, using a lot of machine grease and the like. Now his hair was slicked back in two bundles—perhaps he had intended to wear it in a ponytail, and he probably found that he had too much hair.

To be honest, the outfit really...well...had a bit of a mismatch with Hagrid.

Hermione stared at him blankly for a moment, then apparently decided not to make any comment, saying, Hmm - where's the snail?

Out there in the pumpkin patch, said Hagrid cheerfully, they've grown so big, they must be three feet long now! There's only one problem, they're starting to kill each other.

Oh, that sucks, isn't it? said Hermione, giving Ron a glare to stop him from speaking.

Ron had been staring at Hagrid's odd hairstyle, and was just about to open his mouth to make a comment.

Yeah, said Hagrid sadly, but that's all right, I've got them separated and put in boxes now. There's probably only about twenty of them.

Ah, thankfully, said Ron. And what about those Flobber caterpillars from last term?

Oh—they're fine, but they've grown a little too fat and don't like to move much now, said Hagrid happily. I have to turn them every day...you know, they need to be moved from time to time too. Move your muscles and bones so that you can stay healthy.

Hagrid's hut consisted of only one room, with a huge bed in one corner covered with a patchwork quilt. The same huge wooden table and chairs stood in front of the fire, and above it hung a great pile of gammon and dead birds from the ceiling.

At this moment, Hagrid started making tea, and Harry and the others sat down at the table.

Soon there was talk of the Triwizard Tournament, and Hagrid seemed more excited about it than they were.

Just wait, he said, dancing, you'll see something you've never seen before! The first item is . . . oh, I shouldn't have said it.

Go on, Hagrid! Harry, Ron, and Hermione urged, but Hagrid shook his head and grinned.

I don't want to spoil your fun, said Hagrid, but I promise, it's going to be fantastic! Let me tell you, those brave men have a job to do... I never thought I'd ever see it again in my life. The Triwizard Tournament resumes!

I can only tell you that this Triwizard Tournament must be unprecedentedly fascinating!

After all, Hagrid couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

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