Chapter 193 Competing Arrows?Than marksmanship!
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Rubeus Hagrid is a very kind man.
He saw Aragog, who was only the size of a finger at the time, on the side of the road, and decided to adopt this poor homeless little one.
It's a pity that students died at Hogwarts before they were raised to the size of a palm.
At that time, a Slytherin senior testified that Aragog did it.
"Impossible, he was still a little guy at that time, how could he kill someone?"
Vincent watched him wipe his tears with a slap bigger than his own head, and didn't know what to say if he wanted to comfort him.
"Professor Dumbledore was still the professor of Transfiguration at that time, even though he assured Headmaster Dippet again and again, I was still expelled from Hogwarts."
"Your wand?"
"Dumbledore fixed it for me."
Aragog should not be a prisoner, otherwise Dumbledore would have no reason to keep it in the Forbidden Forest.
"Haven't you ever suspected that the senior framed you?"
"No way, Riddle is the only Slytherin I don't hate, he must be doing it because of the prefect's responsibility."
In Hagrid's description, this senior seems to be more popular than Vincent.
Handsome and handsome, he treats people well and politely, and he really doesn't seem like someone who would frame him.
But Vincent still felt that something was wrong.
It's not that he speculated maliciously, but that except for those great saints, anyone's actions must have a purpose.
If it wasn't for the future of the Owl Court, some members of the Black Swan would never have a good life now.
So this man who is both good at character and learning may have deliberately brushed his favor.
"What happened to him after that?"
Hagrid seriously recalled it for a long time, "He was commended by Headmaster Dippet, and after graduation he returned to Hogwarts to apply for a job."
"Did he fail?"
"That's right. At that time, Professor Dumbledore had already become the principal. He felt that Riddle was too young to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Vincent pouted, "Where's Professor Snape? I don't believe he's better than this senior."
"Er—this—"
Hagrid rubbed his head, hesitatingly said: "Maybe it's because——because he's more responsible?"
"Are you sure your face isn't dark enough?"
"How could Severus be considered black, at most he was dressed a little darker."
He was defending Snape, saying that he knew something inside.
It's a pity that Vincent already knew that he was close to everything.
The experience is quite similar to that of Maeglin described by Mr. Tolkien, except that Snape and Harry.
"Did you hear?"
"what?"
Hagrid leaned his big ears forward, "The sound of such footsteps should be from a centaur, and there are more than one of them."
Vincent settled down to listen.
The sound of hooves landing became more and more clear.
"I've heard that centaurs are very territorial." He raised the blade of his gun.
"Come on, I can take care of it," Hagrid assured, patting his big chest.
The lower body was black and hairy, with beards, and horse men with bows and arrows surrounded the two of them.
"Little pony?" One of the strongest among them lowered his head and sniffed at Vincent.
"You smell familiar."
Hagrid stretched out his big hand to stop him, "Baine, don't scare the child."
The centaur Bain raised his head again, "You have violated our territory."
He put his hands on the quiver, "Get out of here quickly, or don't blame me for being rude."
"Okay, here we go!" Hagrid leaned his big head towards Vincent.
"They were dissatisfied with the migration before. Professor Dumbledore is equivalent to doing bad things with good intentions."
Vincent understands this truth, but can the voice be a little lower?
Bane is already nodding his arrow and drawing his bow.
"Outsiders, this is the last warning!"
Hagrid raised his hands immediately, "Relax, none of us are enemies."
"But not friends!" Another centaur also set up his bow and arrow.
"Ronan, let's go now."
Vincent was completely relieved.
He knew that these bows and arrows couldn't hurt Hagrid, he was doing it to protect himself.
Under the gaze of the centaur, the two returned to the small lake where Dumbledore had cast his magic.
"See, the Forbidden Forest is very dangerous."
"I think it's okay."
Calling on one or two professors to support the formation should be enough to ensure safety.
"Professor Dumbledore won't agree." Hagrid shook his head, urging him to dismiss the idea quickly.
The centaurs who have no grudges and no grievances are like this, and if they were replaced by acromantia, they would not be able to move out.
So before the outing, you have to solve these hidden dangers first.
"We have to go back."
Hagrid's eyes widened, "Baine and Ronan just now are the ones who dislike wizards the most among the centaurs.
There is no problem for the few of you to come over, but with so many students..."
Negotiations don't work.
Vincent didn't want this either, "I just saw that they all use bows and arrows, I want to make a bet with them."
"Bet?" Hagrid glanced at the suitcase he was carrying, "They kept their promises, but—
But are you sure you can win them? "
Under the scorching sun, Vincent smiled confidently.
"I may not be able to compete with arrows, but if it is to compete with spears, I dare say that no one in Hogwarts can match me."
"Can the murlocs from the Black Lake also win?"
The blind spot Hagrid discovered left him speechless.
"On the shore."
After spending about ten minutes, the two returned to the territory of the centaur.
This time, as soon as the sound of rumbling hooves sounded, two arrows flew over.
Vincent saw it swaying slightly not far away, and the confidence on his little face never weakened.
There are a lot of horsemen coming back this time.
They surrounded the two of them layer by layer, and they all set up bows and arrows.
Bane stepped forward angrily, "Hagrid, don't think that we won't attack you if you bring the pony here!"
"We mean no harm." Hagrid's big face was full of smiles.
He looked to the side, "This is Vincent Wayne, the one who saved Silvio last time."
"Even so—" Bane lowered his bow slightly.
"It can't be a reason for you to trespass on our territory again!"
Silvio is a unicorn, a poor little guy who almost got killed by Quirrell.
"Wait a minute."
Vincent stepped forward and raised the box in his hand high, "I actually want to come this time."
He calmly opened the suitcase and picked up the super powerful gun blade inside.
"Shall we make a bet?
If you win, you promise me one condition;
If I lose, I can never step into the Forbidden Forest again. "
"Hahahaha——" Bane raised his head and laughed, "Little pony, let Hagrid next to you compete with us!"
"Are you afraid?"
The horsemen who were laughing all around stopped.
The confidence on Vincent's little face was not faked.
"Little pony, I accept your challenge!" Bane put down his bow and arrow.
He has the same confidence in himself.
No matter what that weird weapon is, he believes that the bow and arrow that has been with him for many years will definitely help him win.
……
……
He saw Aragog, who was only the size of a finger at the time, on the side of the road, and decided to adopt this poor homeless little one.
It's a pity that students died at Hogwarts before they were raised to the size of a palm.
At that time, a Slytherin senior testified that Aragog did it.
"Impossible, he was still a little guy at that time, how could he kill someone?"
Vincent watched him wipe his tears with a slap bigger than his own head, and didn't know what to say if he wanted to comfort him.
"Professor Dumbledore was still the professor of Transfiguration at that time, even though he assured Headmaster Dippet again and again, I was still expelled from Hogwarts."
"Your wand?"
"Dumbledore fixed it for me."
Aragog should not be a prisoner, otherwise Dumbledore would have no reason to keep it in the Forbidden Forest.
"Haven't you ever suspected that the senior framed you?"
"No way, Riddle is the only Slytherin I don't hate, he must be doing it because of the prefect's responsibility."
In Hagrid's description, this senior seems to be more popular than Vincent.
Handsome and handsome, he treats people well and politely, and he really doesn't seem like someone who would frame him.
But Vincent still felt that something was wrong.
It's not that he speculated maliciously, but that except for those great saints, anyone's actions must have a purpose.
If it wasn't for the future of the Owl Court, some members of the Black Swan would never have a good life now.
So this man who is both good at character and learning may have deliberately brushed his favor.
"What happened to him after that?"
Hagrid seriously recalled it for a long time, "He was commended by Headmaster Dippet, and after graduation he returned to Hogwarts to apply for a job."
"Did he fail?"
"That's right. At that time, Professor Dumbledore had already become the principal. He felt that Riddle was too young to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Vincent pouted, "Where's Professor Snape? I don't believe he's better than this senior."
"Er—this—"
Hagrid rubbed his head, hesitatingly said: "Maybe it's because——because he's more responsible?"
"Are you sure your face isn't dark enough?"
"How could Severus be considered black, at most he was dressed a little darker."
He was defending Snape, saying that he knew something inside.
It's a pity that Vincent already knew that he was close to everything.
The experience is quite similar to that of Maeglin described by Mr. Tolkien, except that Snape and Harry.
"Did you hear?"
"what?"
Hagrid leaned his big ears forward, "The sound of such footsteps should be from a centaur, and there are more than one of them."
Vincent settled down to listen.
The sound of hooves landing became more and more clear.
"I've heard that centaurs are very territorial." He raised the blade of his gun.
"Come on, I can take care of it," Hagrid assured, patting his big chest.
The lower body was black and hairy, with beards, and horse men with bows and arrows surrounded the two of them.
"Little pony?" One of the strongest among them lowered his head and sniffed at Vincent.
"You smell familiar."
Hagrid stretched out his big hand to stop him, "Baine, don't scare the child."
The centaur Bain raised his head again, "You have violated our territory."
He put his hands on the quiver, "Get out of here quickly, or don't blame me for being rude."
"Okay, here we go!" Hagrid leaned his big head towards Vincent.
"They were dissatisfied with the migration before. Professor Dumbledore is equivalent to doing bad things with good intentions."
Vincent understands this truth, but can the voice be a little lower?
Bane is already nodding his arrow and drawing his bow.
"Outsiders, this is the last warning!"
Hagrid raised his hands immediately, "Relax, none of us are enemies."
"But not friends!" Another centaur also set up his bow and arrow.
"Ronan, let's go now."
Vincent was completely relieved.
He knew that these bows and arrows couldn't hurt Hagrid, he was doing it to protect himself.
Under the gaze of the centaur, the two returned to the small lake where Dumbledore had cast his magic.
"See, the Forbidden Forest is very dangerous."
"I think it's okay."
Calling on one or two professors to support the formation should be enough to ensure safety.
"Professor Dumbledore won't agree." Hagrid shook his head, urging him to dismiss the idea quickly.
The centaurs who have no grudges and no grievances are like this, and if they were replaced by acromantia, they would not be able to move out.
So before the outing, you have to solve these hidden dangers first.
"We have to go back."
Hagrid's eyes widened, "Baine and Ronan just now are the ones who dislike wizards the most among the centaurs.
There is no problem for the few of you to come over, but with so many students..."
Negotiations don't work.
Vincent didn't want this either, "I just saw that they all use bows and arrows, I want to make a bet with them."
"Bet?" Hagrid glanced at the suitcase he was carrying, "They kept their promises, but—
But are you sure you can win them? "
Under the scorching sun, Vincent smiled confidently.
"I may not be able to compete with arrows, but if it is to compete with spears, I dare say that no one in Hogwarts can match me."
"Can the murlocs from the Black Lake also win?"
The blind spot Hagrid discovered left him speechless.
"On the shore."
After spending about ten minutes, the two returned to the territory of the centaur.
This time, as soon as the sound of rumbling hooves sounded, two arrows flew over.
Vincent saw it swaying slightly not far away, and the confidence on his little face never weakened.
There are a lot of horsemen coming back this time.
They surrounded the two of them layer by layer, and they all set up bows and arrows.
Bane stepped forward angrily, "Hagrid, don't think that we won't attack you if you bring the pony here!"
"We mean no harm." Hagrid's big face was full of smiles.
He looked to the side, "This is Vincent Wayne, the one who saved Silvio last time."
"Even so—" Bane lowered his bow slightly.
"It can't be a reason for you to trespass on our territory again!"
Silvio is a unicorn, a poor little guy who almost got killed by Quirrell.
"Wait a minute."
Vincent stepped forward and raised the box in his hand high, "I actually want to come this time."
He calmly opened the suitcase and picked up the super powerful gun blade inside.
"Shall we make a bet?
If you win, you promise me one condition;
If I lose, I can never step into the Forbidden Forest again. "
"Hahahaha——" Bane raised his head and laughed, "Little pony, let Hagrid next to you compete with us!"
"Are you afraid?"
The horsemen who were laughing all around stopped.
The confidence on Vincent's little face was not faked.
"Little pony, I accept your challenge!" Bane put down his bow and arrow.
He has the same confidence in himself.
No matter what that weird weapon is, he believes that the bow and arrow that has been with him for many years will definitely help him win.
……
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