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"Lari has been rescued, and her fate has taken a new turn. We centaurs will receive clearer guidance and get closer to destiny—Lari is the name given to the unicorn by the one of destiny."
Seeing the two centaurs looking at him with curiosity, Levin nodded to them again: "Hello, gentlemen of centaurs, I am Levin Green from Ravenclaw."
"Hello, Mr. Levin Green, my name is Ronan."
Another centaur stepped forward and said in a melancholy voice:
"To have won the favor of a unicorn... I mean Larry, you must be a very kind and reliable wizard."
Indeed, having a unicorn as an endorsement makes all the difference.
Levin felt that if he could ride a unicorn around in front of these forest races, nine out of ten would believe he was a good person.
Saving Larry back then was definitely the right choice.
Ronan paused, then sighed, "But to be honest, you don't even look as old as my little pony..."
"Ronan, how could you believe Ferencze's nonsense so easily?"
Bain angrily stomped his hooves on the ground, expressing his dissent.
"We are centaurs, and we must never defy the will of the stars, even if the fate of the unicorn is altered."
“Bain, Ferenczer is right, you need to observe the celestial phenomena again! Mars is indeed very bright tonight, but Jupiter is starting to outshine Mars!” Ronan insisted…
“That’s right, Bain, anger will only take you further from your destiny. I firmly believe that I see hope for us centaurs, and that the fate of the centaurs, the fate of the Forbidden Forest, will be changed!” Ferenze added loudly.
After he finished speaking, he turned to Levin.
"Please forgive my intrusion, Levin, but I am certain that you are the one destined to change the fate of the centaurs, so I would like to invite you to visit the centaur tribe." As Ferenze spoke, he actually bent his two front legs and bowed to Levin.
This scene greatly surprised Ronan, who was standing next to him. Although he trusted Ferencze, he did not expect the other party to go to this extent.
Bain looked even angrier:
"Kneeling before humans, Ferenze, you are a disgrace to the centaurs! I will tell the chieftain about this, and you'll see!"
It seems that there are many factions within the centaur tribes, and this Bain is a radical member of "centaur nationalism".
The radical left in a huff.
Ferencze and Ronan were left looking at each other in bewilderment.
Then, Ronan looked at Levin: "Little pony, you've heard about Ferenc's invitation, and it's also my idea. What do you think?"
Levin touched Larry's ear: "What about you? Will you come with me?"
"...Don't touch that...it's itchy,"
Larry snorted in dissatisfaction, then said naturally.
"Of course I'll go. Wherever you go, I'll go. I'll follow you until you're taken outside the Forbidden Forest."
2.9 The two centaurs watched with great interest as Levin spoke to Larry in the language of unicorns.
After receiving Larry's affirmative reply, Levin was relieved.
Lari is now practically his honor roll and talisman.
With Larry around, Levin believed the centaurs wouldn't do anything to him.
Since that's the case, why not go and take a look?
"Of course, I would be happy to visit the centaur tribe,"
Levin looked up at the two horsemen and said:
"As long as you don't reveal my whereabouts to Headmaster Dumbledore."
"Don't worry, little pony, we won't."
Upon hearing Levin's agreement, Ferenczer sounded very pleased.
“Our agreement with Hogwarts is limited to guarding the Forbidden Forest; your laws have no jurisdiction over centaurs.”
"Then, please come with me."
So Levin rode on Larri and followed the two centaurs toward the centaur tribe.
Chapter 67 Starry Sky Riddle Game
Led by the two centaurs, Levin crossed a grassy hillside and arrived at a wide, secluded valley.
Ronan and Ferenczek stopped in front of the valley.
Ferenze suddenly whistled a few times, and the surrounding bushes shook. Several centaurs of various shapes appeared, with Bane among them. Their sudden appearance startled Levin.
This way of welcoming him is somewhat like having three thousand axemen jump out from behind a screen and chop him into dumpling filling.
However, there were neither three thousand horsemen here, nor did they use swords and axes.
The centaurs split into pairs, bent their front legs, lowered their proud heads, and bowed their backs, as if paying homage to those in power.
A particularly majestic and strong centaur stepped out with powerful strides. He had golden-red hair and a beard, and looked quite dashing. His lower body was a shiny brown-red horse, with a long red tail trailing behind him.
Levin sized him up and nodded. It seemed there were quite a few handsome men among the centaurs. No wonder the future Ferenze could charm so many little witches... But he hadn't seen any mare-men, so he didn't know what mare-men looked like.
Upon seeing the centaur, Ferenze and Ronan immediately bent their forelegs, lowered their heads, and placed their left hands on their chests in a centaur salute. The golden-red-haired centaur nodded in response to Ferenze.
Then, Ferenczek took a few steps forward, came to his side, and whispered something in his ear.
The centaur leader then looked at Levin.
“Welcome, Mr. Levin Green. I am Margaret, the chieftain of the centaurs. The stars have told us that we are destined to meet here.” Margaret’s voice was strong and melodious, very infectious. “Ferencer told me about what you did for the unicorns. It is an honor to meet you.”
Margaret's words were very friendly, but Levin couldn't help but frown.
In fact, centaurs have never liked getting involved with wizarding matters. They are very skilled in magical healing, divination, archery and astronomy, and are extremely powerful in battle, but they prefer to live a secluded life in a remote corner.
Centaurs are a proud race. In fact, they are reluctant to associate with wizards because they believe that wizards' laws are too arrogant, self-important, and presumptuously classify other species.
Because they did not want to share the identity of "human" with creatures like she-devils and vampires, they proactively requested the Ministry of Magic to classify them as "beasts." Their pride is evident.
The Department of Magical Creatures Control at the Ministry of Magic still maintains a centaur liaison office, but it is not actually used by any centaurs.
In fact, being "sent to the Malayan Liaison Office" has become an internal joke within the company, meaning that the person mentioned is about to be fired.
And now, the leaders of these proud centaurs, who refused to be driven by humans, were treating him with such great courtesy.
When you give a gift to someone, you must ask for something.
Ordinary centaurs may be kind and simple, but a tribal leader could never be naive and innocent.
Therefore, Levin was not flattered, but rather became wary.
So he dismounted, bowed to the other party, and said directly, "Respected centaur chieftain, is there anything I can do for you?"
He didn't want to play the starry sky guessing game with the other person anymore.
Upon hearing this, Bain, who was standing behind Margaret, snorted in dissatisfaction and stomped his thick forehooves heavily on the ground twice, as if he wanted to say something.
But when Margaret turned around and pressed her palm down, he quieted down.
It seems that Magree is a very prestigious leader.
Margaret confessed, "We do need your help. You saved the unicorn—you called her Larry, right?—and afterwards, we discovered a change in the celestial alignments. Guided by the stars, we believe you possess the power to change the fate of us centaurs… It may seem abrupt, but we truly need your help."
help.
The power that changed the fate of the centaurs—why is this the same old story again?
After being described this way by the centaurs several times in a row, Levin himself began to believe the nonsense.
Can I change the fate of the centaurs?
How come I didn't know about this?
Could it be that you're up to something again?
Levin glanced down at his small bag. After arriving near the centaur tribe, the power inside had indeed surged considerably.
“Perhaps the centaurs’ divination is very accurate, but if I may be so bold, I don’t know what power I possess that could help them,” Levin said, feigning doubt.
He hesitated for a long time even to help Larry, let alone the centaurs?
He remained somewhat cautious when faced with such unknown situations.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Green… While we centaurs can glimpse some of the future through astrology, we don’t know much about the details.”
Margaret gave a wry smile as she spoke, "However, I can assure you that according to the prophecy, once the chosen one arrives at the centaur tribe, everything will fall into place. Therefore, why don't you come with me to the centaur tribe so we can give you a proper welcome? If you'd like some supper, we'd be happy to oblige."
You can leave at any time, what do you think?
Can we just stay at the centaur tribe for a while, have some late-night snacks, and then leave?
Levin thought about it and realized it wasn't so scary after all.
He then looked at Larry, and the little one nibbled on his clothes, indicating that she wanted to join him.
Margaret saw her action and said generously, "Of course, our unicorn friends can come along too."
Levin thought for a moment and nodded.
"Please, honored guest."
With that, Margaret raised her arms and instructed the other centaurs to begin preparations.
By this time, Levin had been active late into the night, fighting Voldemort and then running around the Forbidden Forest, from the unicorn's lair to the centaur tribe.
Even though he rode on Larry's back for most of the journey, he was indeed quite eager.
Berries alone cannot fill an empty stomach.
Therefore, he didn't hold back and was very much looking forward to seeing what the centaur-style dishes would be like. Surely they couldn't be even more hellish than the delicacies of the Great Yin.
As the procession progressed, the centaurs led Levin along a tributary leading to the Black Lake. After passing through a thicket of thorns in a secluded valley, Levin's eyes lit up.
Ahead lay the heart of a secluded valley, where the land was relatively open and flat, and the centaur tribe was situated within it.
Within a wooden fence and wall surrounding 617, conical tents are scattered in rows.
Most of the tents were made of wood and animal hides, with one or two stone houses in the middle, which were the homes of the horsemen.
These tents and houses are decorated with various colorful patterns, adorned with feathers, flowers, vines, and other ornaments, giving them a primitive aesthetic.
Levin could see several ponies running and playing happily among them, while some adult ponies stared at him, this outsider with only two legs, with curiosity and wariness in their eyes, until Margaret stepped forward, and then they all left.
Only the foals, not yet as composed and alert as the adult horsemen beside them, continued to run, play, and frolic happily even when someone arrived. Some even curiously approached Larry upon seeing her.