Librarian at Hogwarts

"You are really good at choosing the venom of the Acromantula." En'er continued to sneer at the side.

But Ferenci had already agreed, and En'er couldn't say anything more even if he had some complaints.

It can be seen that Ferenxi has a very high status, and he is probably a leader-like figure in this group of centaurs.

Igno had no time to care about the gossip of an inhumane centaur.

He walked directly under the fangs of the Acromantula and looked at the huge and terrifying fangs. He picked up a silver knife, pointed it at the soft tissue next to the fangs and drew a Small mouth.

The clear liquid seeping out of the small mouth is the venom of the Acromantula.

Ignat calmly took out the snakeskin bag he was carrying and collected it carefully.It can be seen that this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.

Not long after, Igno's snakeskin bag was filled to the brim, and he had taken away all the venom from the Acromantula.

This made Enerma, who was watching on the side, run around, blow his nose and stare. He shouted dissatisfied, "Shameless wizard! Ferenxi, our purpose is also for the venom. He collected all the venom." Let’s go, then what do we need this giant spider for?”

Igno happily put away the snakeskin bag, and then he said to En'er, "What you said is really shameful. This Acromantula was originally my trophy, and it was almost stolen by you. Now I just want a little venom, the rest is all yours, what are you dissatisfied with?"

Ferenci stopped En'er, who was about to raise his hoof, and said still very gracefully, "Mr. Igno, forgive my friend for being reckless, he does not understand some of the principles of wizards."

"I am very grateful to Mr. Igno that you can give us the rest of the Acromantula. This makes me very happy."

Ferenci's words made Igno feel a little embarrassed. He touched his snakeskin bag and found that it was indeed bulging inside.

Besides, Ignat has a special characteristic. When others treat him well, he will naturally respond accordingly.

"Feilun Xi, I heard that you also seem to need the venom of this Acromantula... I think I can give you some for free... I may not be able to use so much. In fact..." Iger Nuo said as he took out the bag from his arms.

However, Ferenci insisted not to accept the venom, "Mr. Ignat, it was us who offended him in the first place. We really have no reason to accept such an expensive gift."

"On the contrary, Mr. Igno, you generously gave us the rest of the Acromantula monster, but I have nothing to repay. I'm really ashamed."

Ferenxi paused for a moment, as if he wanted to embody the tradition of reciprocity.

He groped for a long time on his body.

It seems that the centaurs are also very poor, Igno said in his heart.

Finally, Ferenxi took out a small silver bow and arrow.

"This is a token of our centaurs, Mr. Igno. I hope to form a good friendship with you."

Igno took the small bow and arrow, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while.

The shape of this bow and arrow is completely a miniature version of the bow and arrow in Ferenci's hand, but the workmanship is very fine, and it can be called a rare work of art.

"The moonlight guides us."

After Ferenxi said these words, he respectfully placed his hand on his heart towards the crescent moon in the sky. This was the standard ritual posture of their centaurs.

"Merlin's light will never fade."

Ignat also clasped his wand with his backhand, performing a standard wizard etiquette.

Don't underestimate these rituals.

There is naturally a reason why these rituals have been passed down to this day. Only those wizards who do not pay attention to inheritance and only pursue one-sided power will sneer at these ancient and traditional rituals.

"Goodbye, my friend Ignat."

A kind smile appeared on Ferenci's face.It has to be said that even though his lower body is a horse, it does not affect the handsomeness and elegance of his upper body.Even the combination of the two gives him more natural beauty.

"Well, okay, bye then..."

Ignat waved his hand, feeling somewhat emotional that the friendship between humans and creatures is sometimes so wonderfully established.

Many wizards have various views on magical creatures, so the status of magical creatures is not lofty in the wizarding world.

Many powerful races such as dragons, unicorns, and giants are even driven or enslaved by wizards.

Ignat is actually disgusted with this situation. In his opinion, those kind-hearted magical creatures should be protected or enjoy certain rights like wizards.But in fact, it is always disappointing.

It's a good thing that wizards don't massacre magical creatures.

......

Ignat returned to Hogwarts.

As night falls, the dark blue curtain is dotted with sparkling 'gems' one after another.

The dreamy light shone on the dark walls of Hogwarts, making the entire school seem to be enveloped in some kind of magical dream.

"It's such a good night...it's really a good time to take a sip of Butterbeer."

Ignat was really busy, and all he wanted now was a glass of butterbeer to quench his thirst.

When he thought of the rich caramel and cream aroma of butter beer, as well as the light and refreshing taste of beer, he couldn't help but close his eyes and swallowed.

"This rich aroma... is really intoxicating..."

Ignat seemed to have clearly smelled the smell of butterbeer, and he sniffed it subconsciously.

It definitely tastes like butterbeer!

"Albus...no, Professor Dumbledore...I didn't expect to see you here."

Ignat opened his eyes and saw that Dumbledore was holding Butterbeer.

"Nice night, huh."

Dumbledore said, then handed Ignat the glass of butterbeer he was holding.

"I just bought it from The Three Broomsticks... I think it has just the right creamy taste."

Ignat was a little at a loss. To be honest, he and Dumbledore were not that familiar.

There was absolutely no reason for him to buy me a drink.Igno said silently in his heart.

But he happily took the beer from Dumbledore's hand.This made Ignat feel like home to Hogwarts for the first time.

He spends a long time wandering around...warmth and leisure are what he has longed for.

"Thank you, Albus...the taste of butterbeer...is really missed."