The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

During the construction of the centaur tribe, it was easier for Cyrus to imagine

However, because of the life habits of the centaurs, Cyrus reminded Cyrus of Beorn, the skinchanger who lived in the Anduin River Valley in Middle-earth.

Beorn's personality is similar to most of the centaurs, he is close to nature, straight to the point, seems to be rude to everyone, one doesn't like dwarves, the other doesn't like wizards...

So Cyrus and Hermione used the force to manipulate trees and stones most of the time, helping them build many houses

However, Cyrus believes that this is also a good thing, at least it can strengthen Hermione's feelings about the Force and nature

Although Firenze disapproved of Hagrid and the two little ones' behavior of cutting down trees, but when he saw the joy on the faces of the clansmen, he stopped saying anything

Even Bane's temper has restrained a little towards the two of them...except that his sister Aliya makes his chest tight when he delivers food every day

Even the horsemen themselves don't know that in the center of the Forbidden Forest, a real tribe belonging to them is quietly being born.

Cyrus and Hermione would run back to the Forbidden Forest to help the centaur every afternoon after their lessons, and this had lasted for a week.

On this Friday afternoon, Cyrus skipped Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class,

In a river outside the centaur tribe, he sat cross-legged on a stone quietly. I have to say that the place chosen for him by the centaur living in the Forbidden Forest is really good.

Along the small river and stream, walk a hundred steps in and you will reach a lake, Smaug will occasionally go there to eat some aquatic creatures to change his food,

It would be better if he didn't leave Cyrus with the other half of the fish drool every time.

The derivation of the force of light is the force of life, proposed by the famous Jedi master Qui-Gon King,

The sound of the river flowing among the crushed stones, the chirping of birds and the occasional roar of dragons, and the noise of the centaur tribe behind him, the autumn wind passing by, and the swaying of leaves, gradually eased Cyrus' tense nerves

Several stones rose from the river, floated around him and came to rest, forming a quadrilateral.

So he used the force of life as a support point, spread to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and delved into the mirror space

There is not much time left for him, Lord Hermione's birthday is next Saturday~

"What are you doing here? Yesterday's competition is not over yet!"

Bane stepped on the dead leaves that fell to the ground in autumn, and saw Cyrus sitting on a boulder in the middle of the river, shaking the bow and arrow in his hand

"Didn't I win?"

Yesterday Cyrus was dragged by Bane to the newly established centaur shooting range to test his archery skills.

"Where did you win? Don't be so stupid! I almost split your arrow in two with the last arrow." Bane's eyes widened. He is bound to find his way back in some places.

"Your one who misses the target?" Cyrus got up and jumped back, and the force led him back to the river bank. "We are obviously one person and one wooden target."

"But...it shows that your strength is not as strong as mine." He handed over one of the bows and arrows, and took the opportunity to puff up his arm muscles

"Then compare one today?"

Before he finished speaking, Bain immediately changed his face, turned around and ran towards the tribe, saying, "Haha, what you said, I'm going to call the witness!"

And Hermione was pulled by Alia to pick herbs, and the centaur looked at the tribe who was gradually looking like a village around him, and ran around excitedly

Outside the house built of wood and stones, there are still some vines left. Aliya and Hermione are walking on the grass

"I never thought that the centaur tribe could develop like this..." Perhaps it is the innate character of the centaur that makes Alia like a girl who got a treasure

"Yeah~" Hermione lowered her head angrily, and glanced at her slightly protruding chest, as if scolding it for not living up to expectations

"Here...here~ here you are!"

Alicia turned around, spread her palms, and handed some herbs to Hermione. Hermione carefully held the roots and observed them in front of her eyes. The flowers did not wither because of autumn, and they were as gorgeous as ever.

She recognized it, it was hellebore

"You like her, right?" Aliya patted the head of the pony man passing by, and said mischievously

She is just like the group at Hogwarts. The feelings that Cyrus and Hermione thought they were hiding were clearly seen by the onlookers.

This is the second person to hit a straight ball after Luna

"Who...who? I like him? Ha...haha, you can really joke." Hermione stared at the hellebore known as the 'Christmas Rose' in her hand,

Alicia led Hermione to the herb garden. In more than a week, she had already seen the little secret hidden by the inseparable two people.

"You can give it to him." The centaur put the bit of hellebore into Hermione's jacket pocket,

When Alita leaned over, the little animal skin on her chest hit Hermione in front of her, but the only thing in the girl's mind was the other party's question

The flower language of Christmas roses is "reminiscent love". In the flower language extended by semiotics, the implicit feelings become unrestrained and enthusiastic, while the euphemistic expressions are straightforward and clear.

"Although I don't know if Cyrus knows it or not, at least you can express your feelings~ Horse people are like this"

Aliya, who is not surprised, turned around, and the horseshoe passed through the weeds. The wheat complexion made her blend into the nature better,

And Hermione stood there thinking blankly, she was not sure whether to do this, a soft pink appeared on her face

At this time, a few centaurs shuttled between the houses.

The two heard the news of the final battle between Cyrus and Bane

"Are they having a conflict?" Hermione, who knew Cyrus' character well, was a little strange.

"Maybe my brother is pulling him to compete with bows and arrows again...he has been talking about it recently." Alicia packed her things, smoothed her hair, and walked out with Hermione.

......

The shooting range of the centaur tribe is located on the west side of the tribe. It is surrounded by stones and branches to form an octagon. The target is a giant tree that has not been cut down. The centaur people painted several circles on it with red powder.

A total of ten arrows, a distance of 200 meters

Cyrus touched the last two arrows, looked at the broken arrows under the giant tree in front of him, and whispered secretly, those were all shot by Bain abruptly

"You can't win, Bane is one of the best warriors in our tribe"

The praise around him made Bane get carried away, and he drew the bowstring again, and knocked down another arrow from Cyrus.

With the excitement of some horsemen, more and more people were watching around, Cyrus and Baine both saw Hermione and Alicia walking from the separated horse herd

'Aha!Arya came just in time! '

Bain bowed his head and persuaded: "It's okay, your wizards are naturally not as strong as the centaur, so it's normal to lose."

He looked at the little wizard who got along with him for a week. Cyrus didn't look at the centaur with strange eyes like other humans, which made him get the respect he deserved.

Although Bane is the one who dislikes wizards the least among the centaurs, it does not prevent him from expressing a certain degree of kindness to wizards who respect him enough

Sweat was forming on Cyrus' brow at this point, he didn't care if he won or lost, but...why did Hermione come over?

That little bit of competition in me just popped out because of the girl on the fence

"There are two more!"

After finishing speaking, he put the bow and arrow on the string and aimed at the black arrow in the middle of the bullseye.

"Tsk, isn't this bullying?" Alia stepped on her little hoof and murmured, "Cyrus is no match for Bain's pure strength now..."

"So he will definitely lose?"

She was propped up on the fence at half a person's height, her hips were slightly tilted, and she touched the hellebore flower in the pocket of her jacket

"Of course..." The boring Alicia wanted to pull Hermione away, but found that the other party had no intention of leaving

Will Cyrus lose?She doesn't think so...

He will lose?Cyrus didn't think so either,

Seeing that Baine's arrow still split his arrow in half, he took a deep breath, and the noisy environment became quiet in his heart

Turning their heads, the eyes of the two collided. Hermione quickly pretended not to care, and put the weeds that she had picked at random in her mouth

Bane, whose chest was tight because Alia was too close to Cyrus, at this moment, he was liberated

"The last arrow? Feel free~" He pouted, this was the first time he saw a wizard who was more stubborn than a centaur

Bane raised his bow and roared in an unknown language. This is a match with witnesses, and the surrounding centaurs also roared

Cyrus reached into the quiver with his hand, touched the tail feathers, a ray of Yu Yang belonging to the afternoon, just sprinkled on Cyrus's body impartially

So he held the last arrow, stretched his hands in a hug, put his legs together, and raised his head slightly fifty degrees

Praise the sun~The force is with me~

Stringing the string, the life force that walks among the matter is attached to the arrow body by him. The sharp arrow at the front end strings up the fallen leaves, splits Bain's arrow body, and firmly nails it to the bull's-eye

"Shh!"

Half of the arrow sank into the tree trunk, while the bow and arrow belonging to Baine had long been lying on the ground in two pieces.

"Please? Unless you can knock my arrow out the other side"

Cyrus raised his eyebrows, the rare competitive spirit in his heart made him use some tricks

There is no doubt that he won... Bane lowered his head, threw his bow on the ground venting, folded his hands and lowered his head to look at Cyrus. He opened his mouth several times before intermittently saying victory

"The winner is Cyrus...I lose..."

Then, with an awkward and complicated face, he took the herbal powder from his side, pressed it down with his thumb, and wiped the crimson powder on the boy's forehead

Many horsemen were also a little stunned, but Firenze behind him just smiled, turned and left

Who would have thought that Baine, the centaur who dislikes wizards the most, would give a blessing to a young wizard today?This is also a good thing... He plans to go to stargazing and divination again today.

after the end

The other centaurs left one after another, and Aliya wanted to comfort her brother, so she also slipped away, smiling and tapping Hermione's pocket before leaving

"How did someone cheat today?" Hermione walked over, leaned against the tree, kicked her left foot back, "Didn't you care about winning or losing before?"

Seeing the girl's sly smile, Cyrus pulled out the arrow on it vigorously, blushing and did not speak.

"It's not because I'm watching, is it?" Hermione walked up behind him, tiptoed quietly, put Cyrus' shoulders on her shoulders,

"No... not!" Cyrus muttered, "It's just that I suddenly wanted to win."

Hermione straightened his body, put her hand into her pocket, and embedded the white flower on Cyrus' blond hair. Knowing the language of flowers, her hands trembled

"No~ this is your reward..."

"Hellebore flowers? Beautiful"

Cyrus, who recognized the flower at a glance, but didn't know the language of the flower, made Hermione pinch his nose, and finally put her right hand around the back of his neck,

"I also give you the blessing of this centaur."

But Cyrus suddenly lowered his head, and pressed the foreheads of the two together. At this time, there was also a faint red mark on Hermione's forehead

"Idiot!" Hermione couldn't help cursing as she looked at the wooden golden cat, and then happily ran away

"Hey! Just wipe it if you don't want it..."

Cyrus, who was scolded for some reason, carefully held down the white flower on top of his head, and chased after him.

(Don't worry, I haven't considered abandoning the article

Mid-Autumn Festival explosion! )