Today is October 31st. With the elites from the three schools gathering together, the Halloween banquet tonight will surely be very lively.
What's more, after the banquet is over, it will be the announcement ceremony of the warrior candidates for the Triwizard Tournament.
Of course, it's still a little early anyway.
While everyone was thinking about the grand occasion tonight, Maka was wandering alone in the dark Forbidden Forest with a wand in hand.
The weather today is a bit gloomy, the wind is blowing over the Forbidden Forest in bursts, and the leaves are rustling.
Maka walked fast and slowly in the forest, seeming to be looking for something. Occasionally he would stop and listen carefully to the noise in the distance, trying to identify what was making the noise.
Gradually, he went deeper and deeper, and finally stopped at a pool.
"It should be almost done here," he looked around, then nodded slightly, "little guys, come out!"
He took out the iron box from his arms and released all the little Acromantulas inside. Somehow the spiders seemed smaller than last time.
"Get big fast."
Maka clicked on the little spiders crawling around on the ground one by one, and saw that they immediately expanded rapidly, almost becoming as big as a basin in the blink of an eye.
There was no way, these little guys grew up too fast, and Maka had to use a shrinking spell on them all.
"Get ready, I will teach you how to hunt today."
As Maka spoke, he took out another pair of glasses from his arms and put them on himself - no way, now that he saw these little guys, he felt a little uncomfortable all over.
It was obvious that the blood in their bodies was slowly waking up.
In the Forbidden Forest, there are many strange and magical creatures, but there are also many ordinary creatures in the forest. Maka led a group of nearly twenty spiderlings the size of a washbasin, centering on the water pool, and started looking for prey at a slow pace.
What if the Acromantula is a natural jungle killer? Maka soon discovered that she didn't need to teach them at all. It didn't take long for them to already know how to sneak attack on those small animals.
In the end, they even relied on their numerical superiority to round up and kill a strong male deer.
When they were feasting, Maka discovered that he had come to a place very deep in the Forbidden Forest.
Suddenly, a bush in the distance trembled, as if another creature was approaching.
The little guys who were eating immediately abandoned the mutilated deer and quickly moved towards the bush.
At this moment, a centaur emerged from behind the bushes.
He was obviously startled by the group of Acromantula larvae. He immediately raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and the bow string was already stretched to its fullest.
"Little guys, come back!" Maka shouted.
After hearing this, the spiderlings slowed down significantly. They looked at the centaur warily for a while, then returned to Maka's side.
"Sorry, I raised them - can you put away the bow and arrows first?" Maka looked at the centaur and seemed 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 all the time, then looked at Maka, 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 Maka McClain," Maka said. "We met one night in the woods a few years ago - during the time when unicorns were being killed continuously."
Ronan the Centaur nodded immediately and said: "Ah, yes, I remember - the Mars was very bright that night."
At this time, a centaur ran out from the side, causing another commotion among the little guys around Maka.
"Don't worry, I know them all, they are not enemies."
Fortunately, the wisdom of these Acromantulas enhanced by blood seems to be higher. Although I can't speak human language yet, I can at least roughly understand the meaning of Maka's words.
"Shrink quickly."
Maka stretched out her magic wand and turned the little guys back to the size of rice grains, letting them return to the tin box again.
"I took these little guys out today to learn hunting," he said. "It's almost time. It looks like it will rain soon. It's time for me to go back to the castle."
However, the centaur who appeared later stopped him.
"Wait a moment." the centaur asked, "are you alone?"
"I think, yes." Maka paused and turned around.
"Davros wants to see you," he raised his head and looked at the sky covered by the tree canopy, and said pointedly, "Destiny guides my family, and it also guides you... The evil entangled in the blood will eventually Disappear in the world..."
"Davros?" Maka was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said, "Oh, the leader of your tribe?"
There are many horse tribes, some big and small, and there is more than one in the Forbidden Forest. Small tribes have at most a dozen centaurs, but large tribes sometimes number more than a hundred.
But regardless of the size of the tribe, each tribe will have a clan leader, and the current clan leader will not be replaced until he dies.
The leader of the centaurs is usually respectfully called "Davros" by other centaurs.
"Human, follow me." The centaur stretched out his hand towards Maka.
Maka thought for a moment, then quickly followed.
The centaurs have always been mysterious and have no good impression of wizards. This opportunity to visit the centaurs tribe is rare.
Moreover, what the centaur said just now made Maka a little concerned.
"Sins entangled in bloodline?" Maka thought, "Are you talking about me? Or are you talking about themselves?"
He only knew that given his certain circumstances, if someone said there was something wrong with his bloodline, he would definitely believe it. In fact, he has been thinking about this for a long time. For example, why does the magic flame react so violently when he uses floo powder
Following the centaurs, they walked quickly all the way. After walking through the forest for a while, a rather small tribe of centaurs suddenly appeared in front of Maka.
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 Maka, there is also a simple obstacle made of sharpened wood, which can effectively prevent the impact of other creatures.
And in the innermost part of the tribe, behind the largest shack, you can vaguely see a huge and deep cave on the stone wall.
At this moment, many centaurs in the tribe were looking here at the campfire. When they saw Maka, there was a hint of expectation on their faces similar to humans.
"Davros is inside, please come with me!" The centaur extended his hand to invite again, and then took the lead to walk to the largest shed inside.
But Ronan, who came back with them, just nodded to Maka and headed back into the forest.
"Did the centaurs patriarch get some prophecy through astrology? What exactly are they looking for me to do?" Seeing that there seemed to be no malicious intent, Maka couldn't help but think about it secretly...
…
When Maka was invited to the centaur tribe, the three Harrys were chatting in Hagrid's hut.
Today, Hagrid, who had some small thoughts in mind, put on his best, and also very ugly, clothes - that furry brown suit.
Not only that, he also specially matched it with a yellow and orange plaid tie.
That's not the worst of it, though: He'd apparently tried to straighten his hair out, using a lot of machine grease and stuff like that. His hair was now slicked back into two strands—perhaps he had planned to wear it in a ponytail but realized he had too much hair.
To be honest, this outfit really... well... doesn't quite match Hagrid.
Hermione looked at him blankly for a moment, then, apparently deciding not to comment, said, "Well - where's the Blast-Ended Skrewt?"
"Out in the pumpkin patch," Hagrid said cheerfully, "they've grown really big. They must be three feet long each now! There's just one problem, they're starting to kill each other."
"Oh, that's too bad, isn't it?" said Hermione, silencing Ron with a glare.
Ron had been staring at Hagrid's weird hairstyle and was about to open his mouth to make a comment.
"Yes," Hagrid said sadly, "but it doesn't matter, I have separated them and put them in the box now. There are only about twenty of them."
"Ah, that's a good thing," said Ron. "And where were those Flobber caterpillars from last term?"
"Oh - they are fine, but they have grown a little too fat and don't like to move much now." Hagrid said happily, "I have to turn them over every day... You know, they also need to move from time to time. Muscles and bones, so that you can stay healthy.”
Hagrid's hut has only one room. A huge bed is placed in a corner, covered with a quilt made of patchwork rags. An equally huge wooden table and chairs stood in front of the fire, and a large pile of cured hams and dead birds hung from the ceiling above the fire.
At this time, Hagrid started making tea, and Harry and the others sat down at the table.
Soon there was another discussion about the Triwizard Tournament, and it was obvious that Hagrid seemed to be more excited about this matter than they were.
"Just wait," he said, dancing happily. "Just wait and see, you will see things you have never seen before! The first project is... ah, I shouldn't say it."
"Go on, Hagrid!" urged Harry, Ron and Hermione, but Hagrid shook his head and grinned.
"I don't want to ruin your fun," Hagrid said, "but I guarantee it, it will be very exciting! Let me tell you, those warriors have their work cut out for them... I never thought I would see it again in this life. The Triwizard Tournament has resumed!"
"I can only tell you that this Triwizard Tournament will definitely be more fascinating than ever before!"
Having said that, Hagrid couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and couldn't help laughing.