Chapter 929 Firenze

Firenze?

Everyone seemed a little surprised, even Fan Lin, who arrived late, found it incredible.

He had dealt with those centaurs, but the centaurs left a very deep impression on Fan Lin.

Ordinary centaurs are like brash men with brains full of muscles, but it cannot be denied that the wisdom of centaurs cannot be ignored even by wizards.

The powerful combat skills and the wise minds of centaurs make centaurs play an important role in the history of magic.

Although today's centaurs are not that powerful, their talents in mysticism are still perfectly preserved. Naturally, in terms of prophecy, unless there is a figure like Abraham among human wizards, prophecy is the most powerful thing for centaurs. Skilled means.

Naturally, in order to maintain the continuation of the race, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is the most basic choice, and this obviously does not include coming to Hogwarts to be a divination professor.

Firenze had met Voldemort as early as their first grade. It could be said that they had known for a long time that Voldemort would come back and that Hogwarts would surely fall into chaos.

The last time Fanlin went to the Forbidden Forest to discuss Grawp's issue with the centaurs, he was resisted by them, but now Firenze appears at Hogwarts. This is obviously not the attitude of the centaurs tribe, at least for a short period of time. It is impossible to change within a certain period of time.

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"Lavender and I bet that you will regret giving up divination now, right, Hermione?" Pavitti asked with a smile. It was breakfast time, two days after Professor Trauni's departure, and Pavitti was curling her eyelashes with her wand and examining the results in the image on the back of the spoon.

This morning was the first time they took Firenze's divination class.

"Isn't it true?" Hermione said indifferently while reading the Daily Prophet, "I've never really liked horses." She turned over a page of the newspaper and read the columns above.

"He's not a horse, he's a centaur!" Lavender shouted in surprise.

"What a beautiful centaur!" Paviti sighed.

"No matter what, he always has four legs." Hermione said coldly, "I thought you two would be upset about Professor Trauni's departure?"

"We were really sad," Lavender emphasized. "We went to her office and brought her some beautiful daffodils - not the bean sprouts, the ones that make trumpeting noises, they are normal."

"Is she okay?" Fan Lin asked.

"It's not very good," Lavender said sympathetically. "She was crying and said that she would rather leave here than stay in a place with Umbridge. I don't blame her at all, Umbridge must be there after all. It’s really scary for her, don’t you think?”

"I think Wenbridge's terror has just begun!" Hermione said gloomily.

"No way," Ron said, having just swallowed a big mouthful of bacon and eggs, "she can't be worse than before."

"You remember what I said, she will definitely take revenge on Dumbledore for appointing a new teacher without consulting her." Hermione said as she closed the newspaper, "Especially a centaur professor, after seeing She should have known it by the look on her face when she saw Firenze." After breakfast, Hermione went to her arithmetic prediction class, while Fanlin and Harry followed Paviti and Lavender to the porch. Prepare to study divination.

"Aren't we going to the North Tower?" Ron asked confused as Pavitti walked around the marble stairs. Pavitti turned her head and looked at Ron contemptuously over her shoulder.

"How do you think Firenze is going to climb the stairs? We are now going to class in Classroom No. 2, which was announced on the bulletin board yesterday." Classroom No. 2 is located on the first floor and leads to the other side from the porch. Beside the corridor of the hall, in Fan Lin's memory, this is one of those classrooms that is rarely used. It feels like a closet or storage room that is easy to ignore.

After following Ron into the classroom, Fan Lin found himself standing in the middle of a forest clearing. He couldn't help but be stunned. Dumbledore had really taken great pains for Firenze. Environmental mimicry magic was not an ordinary spell. It was definitely It is said that few people will learn it because it is very advanced and useless for daily life or combat.

"What is this?" Harry asked. The floor of this classroom is covered with damp moss and trees growing from the ground. The lush branches and leaves of these trees cover the ceiling and windows, filling the room with mottled and soft green light that slants through the branches and leaves. The students who had come in looked a little nervous. They sat on the dirt floor, leaning their backs against tree trunks or rocks, and wrapping their arms around their knees or hugging their chests tightly.

Firenze stood in the center of the open space, with his soft mane hanging down from his back. It must be admitted that Kong's powerful body exuded a silvery color and the natural handsomeness of horses, which made Fei Renze Lunze's sales look good.

"Environmental mimicry magic, if you want to know its origin..." Fan Lin said, "Actually, I don't understand it either. I've just seen it, but no one knows how to practice it. To be precise, everything here is real. , but it depends on magic power to maintain it.”

Firenze also discovered them, and Fanlin originally thought he would take out a crystal ball or something like that.

"Harry Potter" he said, holding out his hand as Harry entered. "Uh-hi" Harry shook hands with the centaur, while Firenze was looking at Harry unblinkingly through his incredibly blue eyes, without a trace of a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you."

"Well, you..."

The centaur with flaxen hair tilted his head slightly and said, "The prophecy said that we will meet again."

"But what surprises me is that you are here too."

"Oh, of course, I don't know if your prediction saw my arrival." Fan Lin stretched out his hand and shook Firenze's hand.

"The student list told me that you will not come. However, I am still happy to see you two at the same time. The prophecy will guide my direction. Perhaps we are destined to meet here."

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Fan Lin didn't dare to compliment Firenze's performance as a magic stick, but Fan Lin still noticed that there was a hoof-shaped bruise on Firenze's chest.

When Harry walked towards his classmates, he found that they were all looking at him in awe, obviously because they were impressed by his friendship with Firenze, because Firenze looked to them like, It's very scary.

When the classroom door closed and the last student to enter sat down on a tree stump next to the wastebasket, Firenze made a gesture to everyone.

"Thank you Dumbledore for kindly arranging this classroom for us." Firenze said after everyone sat down: "However, according to my habits, I prefer to teach you in the Forbidden Forest. Until Monday, it was my home, but that will never happen again."

"Professor" Paviti said breathlessly, raising her hand, "Why not? We've been there with Hagrid and we weren't scared at all."

"This has nothing to do with your courage," Firenze said, "but has to do with my position. I can never return to the Forbidden Forest because I have been exiled by my people."

"Clan members?" Lavender said confused. Judging from Lavender's character, her mind should be filled with other things.

"What...oh" she said with an understanding look on her face, "You mean there are more people like you?"

"Did Hagrid raise you? Just like he raised squid?" Justin asked eagerly. (To be continued)