#132 - Chapter 132: New Occupation - Herbalist
Easy to talk to?
Do you even hear what you're saying, you bastard!
Sandor's face was full of grief and indignation, and he didn't want to refute a single word.
Seeing Sandor's expression, Sebastian chuckled: "Don't believe me? Then let me show you my sincerity."
As he spoke, he waved his wand towards the Forbidden Forest behind him, then looked at the centaur with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
Under Sandor's astonished gaze, one enormous ice crystal after another flew out of the Forbidden Forest behind Sebastian.
When he saw what was inside the ice crystals, Sandor began to tremble violently.
Those were all, giant Acromantulas, frozen in ice???
Like a bucket of cold water poured from head to toe, Sandor was completely awake.
He clearly knew how troublesome these Acromantulas were, and now they were all frozen, and when he counted carefully, there were more than twenty of them.
It seemed that this wizard was not lying, he did come with sincerity.
Otherwise, his patrol team would definitely be like these Acromantulas, with no survivors.
Thinking of this, Sandor completely calmed down: "Professor Swan, thank you for your mercy. I wonder what you want with the chieftain?"
"Have you figured it out?" Sebastian waved his wand, releasing Sandor and his three companions, leaving Bane alone in the ice.
"It's useless to talk to you. Let's go, let's see your chieftain."
"What about Bane..."
"He attacked me, so he naturally has to suffer a bit. Don't worry, I said I won't take his life."
After saying that, Sebastian walked towards the centaur tribe without looking back.
Sandor and his companions exchanged glances, arranging for three companions to stay and take care of Bane.
Then, he shook his head helplessly and quickly followed Sebastian's footsteps.
The centaur tribe is located in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, on a relatively flat meadow.
Here, it is evergreen all year round, and the meadow is covered with soft green grass, as if providing a natural carpet for the centaurs' lives.
Tall trees surround it, like a natural barrier, sheltering the centaur tribe from the wind and rain from the outside world.
"Huh? What are those things flying in the sky?"
Centaurs are born hunters, and their eyesight is excellent, even in the dark of night they can see every plant and tree around them clearly.
With their broad vision, some centaurs quickly discovered that something was flying towards the centaur tribe.
"It seems to be ice, crystal clear. Isn't it summer now? Where did the ice come from?"
"No, there's something in the ice, it seems to be an Acromantula!"
"How is that possible... Who is so powerful?"
This discovery caused a stir among all the centaurs, and they shouted loudly, wanting to go and find out.
Suddenly, a young foal ran over, shouting loudly as he ran.
"Chieftain! Brother Sandor has brought a wizard. The Acromantulas in the sky are all his spoils of war."
A wizard?
Spoils of war?
So many Acromantulas?
The centaurs were stunned, looking at the figure with Sandor with awe.
The centaur chieftain also appeared, frowning and taking the initiative to meet him.
Seeing the centaur chieftain appear, Sandor hurried up and explained to the chieftain in his ear.
After listening to Sandor's words, a trace of anger flashed across the centaur chieftain's face.
He actually dared to freeze Bane.
This is enmity with the centaur tribe!
After thinking about the strength Sandor described, he suppressed this anger.
He looked at Sebastian and said coldly.
"Professor Swan, right? I wonder what you're doing in the centaur tribe?"
"According to centaur rules, adult wizards are not allowed to appear in the centaur's Forbidden Forest."
Good heavens!
No wonder all the centaurs regard the Forbidden Forest as theirs, it turns out the problem lies at the root.
Sebastian's smile slowly disappeared.
"If it weren't for Ms. Hufflepuff taking in your ancestors, you wouldn't have a place to stand in this Forbidden Forest at all."
"I didn't expect that you would shamelessly regard the Forbidden Forest as your own. It turns out that centaurs are all a bunch of ungrateful creatures."
Hearing Sebastian's words, the centaurs started cursing.
"Nonsense, this is clearly the centaur's Forbidden Forest!"
"How dare you insult the centaurs like this, beat him to death!"
Seeing the centaurs' appearance, Sebastian's patience was completely exhausted.
His magic surged again, wave after wave pressing towards the surrounding centaurs.
"I'll only say it once, whether in the past or now, the Forbidden Forest is part of Hogwarts."
As he spoke, Sebastian controlled the ice crystals in the sky, dropping them one by one on the open space of the centaur tribe.
He glanced around and said domineeringly: "I've finished speaking, who agrees, who opposes?"
Sebastian was ruthless in his heart. If these centaurs were completely ignorant of current affairs, even with Dumbledore's obstruction, he would drive these centaurs out of the Forbidden Forest.
Or, he could arrange for the Acromantulas to slowly devour this centaur tribe.
Looking at the Acromantulas in the ice crystals and feeling Sebastian's dragon-like aura, the centaurs were so frightened that they couldn't stand still, and swallowed the swear words they were about to utter.
What to do?
It seems like we really can't afford to offend him.
Regarding this point, the centaur chieftain who directly faced Sebastian had a special say.
The magic on the opposite side was like a huge wave, wave after wave rushing towards him, making it hard to breathe, and Sandor, who was standing next to him, was about to roll his eyes.
He was a centaur who had seen the world and understood how powerful a wizard who could do this was.
This was not an enemy that they centaurs could afford to provoke.
In a silence, the centaur chieftain opened his mouth with difficulty: "Professor Swan, let's talk it over. The Forbidden Forest is indeed Hogwarts' Forbidden Forest."
"Please put away your aura, the children are having a little trouble breathing."
"What do you need the centaur tribe to do?"
"It's very simple. From today onwards, the centaur tribe needs to pay rent to Hogwarts," Sebastian's voice was unusually firm.
Feeling Sebastian's determination, the centaur chieftain felt a little bitter in his heart.
He knew very well that if he didn't agree to this wizard, then the centaurs' future would be very bleak.
For the sake of the tribe, he had to bow his head: "But... there are no Galleons in the tribe."
Very good!
Since he has bowed his head, then there is something to talk about.
The centaurs are notoriously poor, and unlike the Acromantulas, they don't have any valuable materials on them.
However, centaurs are very intelligent and have nimble hands.
Therefore, Sebastian had special arrangements for them.
He withdrew the magic pressing towards the centaurs and opened his mouth with a smile.
"Centaurs are close to nature. You only need to regularly collect herbs in the Forbidden Forest and then hand them over to Hogwarts."
"Of course, you can also appropriately reclaim some wasteland and then plant some herbs on it."
"Every month, Hogwarts employees will come to collect the herbs from you."
"After handing in the required amount of herbs, we can exchange the excess herbs for Galleons."
"Or, you can exchange the excess herbs for food and fruit, so that even when winter comes, the foals won't go hungry."
Hearing Sebastian's suggestion, the centaur chieftain felt slightly relieved.
Fortunately, finding herbs is a very simple matter for centaurs, and planting herbs is not too difficult for centaurs either.
Moreover, being able to eat fruit in winter sounds a bit tempting.
However...
This is forcing the centaur tribe to transform from a nomadic tribe to an agricultural tribe!
There's no way around it, for the sake of the tribe, let's do it.
Thinking of this, the centaur chieftain calmed down and discussed with Sebastian one by one.
It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Sebastian left the centaur tribe.
Looking at the elated Sebastian, Dumbledore showed his figure.
"Well done, Sebastian, I was worried there would be a fight."
"By the way, I contacted an old friend, and he is very willing to come and train your employees and magical creatures to deal with each other."
Old friend?
Sebastian's eyes lit up.
Could it be...
Is this old friend Newt Scamander?
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