Huh? There's a magic school here.

Jean-François started hammering and couldn't stop for over three hours, only stopping when he heard the bugle call signaling the start of the evening's festivities. The mechanical hammering hadn't bothered him much; he'd persevered. But as soon as he put down the hammer, the soreness in his arm immediately triggered a rush of energy to his brain; he could no longer feel his right hand.

Old Rand chuckled, "Little colt, I didn't expect you to last this long. You shouldn't overexert yourself the first time you're forging iron; it'll make it hard for you to lift your right arm for the next few days."

"Mr. Rand, why didn't you remind me earlier! What am I going to do now? I won't be able to do my homework for the next few days."

“You’re completely focused when you’re forging, so you shouldn’t be disturbed. That’s why I didn’t say anything to remind you. But don’t worry. Old Rand has been forging for so many years, he can handle this little thing.” With that, Rand went back into the inner room and took out a bottle of green potion.

After opening the potion bottle, it gave Jean a pleasant, herbal scent. Old Rand then applied the potion evenly to Jean's right arm and had him dry it by the stove. At first, Jean could feel a cooling sensation, but slowly it began to itch.

Finally, Rand brought some clean water and washed Jeanne's arm. Sure enough, Jeanne felt his right arm was back, although it was still sore, at least he could move it.

"Alright, little pony. Your arm should be healed by tomorrow. Remember not to strain yourself next time. But as a reward for helping me with the work, keep this safe!" With that, Old Rand untied a dagger pouch from his leg.

Jeanne took the dagger pouch, somewhat bewildered. She timidly asked, "I just came here to have some fun, is this really appropriate?"

Rand laughed and said loudly, "This is the dagger my father gave me when I forged my first weapon. It's been with me for over a hundred years, but I have no way to pass it on to the next generation of foals. Rather than let it be buried with me, I'd rather give it to you as a keepsake."

Old Rand's face was grave as he spoke, but in his heart he was thinking, "You have to accept this. If you don't, how am I supposed to pass this skill on to you?"

"Alright then, thank you, Mr. Rand. Don't be sad, I'll come to see you often in the future."

"Then it's settled. You can come and chat with the old man whenever you have free time." Old Rand still had a pitiful expression, but he was overjoyed inside! He could finally find a successor. The only regret was that the successor was not a centaur, but a human.

Soon it was seven o'clock in the evening, and all the young wizards gathered in the largest open space in the village. In the center was a huge bonfire, while the surrounding area was pitch black.

Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, a horn sounded. All the centaurs gathered around the fire, took out their bows and arrows, and lit them in the fire. Then they fired at the surrounding darkness, and with a loud boom, dozens of braziers of all sizes were instantly ignited by the flaming arrows.

The flickering firelight illuminated the entire area, and the young wizards were stunned by the scene before them, letting out a series of exclamations. They were then seated in a circle around the central bonfire, where the centaurs began their performance. A dozen or so adult centaurs danced their unique dance, while an elderly centaur chanted incantations over the fire and occasionally sprinkled medicinal powder into it.

The firelight flickered as the powder was sprinkled, and soon the centaur dance ended. Then a clear female voice rang out, but because it was chanted in centaur language, the young wizards, apart from the professors present, couldn't understand it at all.

But that's the beauty of music; even if you don't understand the language, you can still feel how beautiful it is. The little wizards unconsciously started tapping their feet to the rhythm.

As the music ended, the surrounding firelight suddenly dimmed. Only the central bonfire continued to crackle and burn. The elderly centaur looked up at the starry sky. At that moment, no one in the hall spoke; everyone stared at the centaur.

Finally, after a long while, the old centaur, looking utterly exhausted, said, "Jupiter is bright, Mars is dim, and the stars of Pisces are shining. This foretells that the friendship between our Battle Axe Clan and Hogwarts will endure, and both sides will grow stronger. The next few years will be a crucial period for our friendship; every decision will affect our bond."

Anduin suddenly interjected, "Thank you, Elder Rand. Isn't this a good omen? Now that the divination is over, may my banquet begin?"

"Yes, little ponies! Let's eat! Let's drink! Let's sing! Let's dance! Let's celebrate this hard-won friendship!"

After speaking, Professor Flitwick stepped forward. He raised his wand high, pointing it to the sky, and fireworks shot into the heavens. It turned out that Flitwick's performance was a large-scale fireworks show, only this one featured magic, not fire.

Because the entire Hogwarts community was present, including house-elves, everyone was eating and drinking, creating a lively atmosphere.

The adult centaurs ate and drank some wine, then began to hold hands and tap dance around the bonfire. This lively scene also influenced the wizards. So Joanna pulled Benhard, who was eating, to join the centaurs in the dance. Seeing the prefects joining in, some of the younger wizards also put down their food and joined the dance.

Whether centaurs or wizards, when they got tired of dancing, they would stop to eat and drink to replenish their energy. Those who had replenished their energy would then take over from those who had stopped and continue dancing, venting all the pent-up complaints and joys they had accumulated over the days.

Andres and a group of professors skillfully roasted a lamb around a small fire, constantly distributing the cooked meat to the professors. They knew that if they joined the celebration, the young wizards wouldn't be able to play freely.

So they huddled together, eating roasted lamb, drinking beverages, and chatting. Meanwhile, the family's pet elves were also eating around a small stove. They weren't drinking, as they would have to help the horsemen clean up after the party.

Happy times always pass too quickly, and night gradually fell. The young wizards left the joyful crowd in twos and threes, returning to their tents to rest. The younger centaurs were also the first to leave; they were indeed tired from dancing and singing all day.

Finally, Andres watched as everyone from Hogwarts went into the tent before he followed them in with a sense of relief. The tent had already been set to darkness by the house-elves, with the moon high in the sky and the sound of crashing waves filling the air.

Yes, this visit to the centaur tribe was a great success!