Rubeus Hagrid was a very kind person.
He saw Aragog, who was only the size of a fingertip at the time, by the roadside and decided to adopt the poor, homeless little thing.
Unfortunately, before it could grow to the size of a palm, a student died at Hogwarts.
At the time, a Slytherin senior testified that Aragog was responsible.
"Impossible. He was just a little kid back then. How could he possibly kill someone?"
Vincent watched him wipe away tears with a hand bigger than his own head, wanting to comfort him but not knowing what to say.
"Professor Dumbledore was the Transfiguration professor at that time, and even though he repeatedly assured Headmaster Dippet, I was still expelled from Hogwarts."
"Your wand?"
"Dumbledore helped me fix it."
Aragog is probably not a prisoner, otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't have kept it in the Forbidden Forest indefinitely.
"Didn't you ever suspect that the senior student framed you?"
"Impossible. Riddle is the only Slytherin student I don't dislike. He must have done this because of his responsibility as Prefect."
According to Hagrid, this senior seemed to be even more popular than Vincent.
He is handsome and polite, and doesn't seem like the type to frame someone.
But Vincent still felt that something was wrong.
It wasn't that he was making malicious speculations, but rather that, apart from those great sages, everyone's actions would inevitably have a purpose.
If it weren't for the future of the Owl Court, some of the Black Swan would certainly not be having a good time right now.
So this academically excellent Riddle might be deliberately trying to gain favor.
What happened to him afterward?
Hagrid recalled for a long time, "He received an award from Headmaster Dippet and returned to Hogwarts to apply for a job after graduation."
Did he fail?
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore had already become the headmaster at that time, and he felt that Riddle was too young to be qualified for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
Vincent pouted. "What about Professor Snape? I don't believe he's better than this senior."
"Um—this—"
Hagrid rubbed his forehead and stammered, "Maybe it's because—because he's more responsible?"
"Are you sure it's not just that your face is dark enough?"
"Severus can't be considered to have a dark face; at most, his clothes and appearance are a bit dark."
He defended Snape, suggesting that he knew some inside information.
Unfortunately, Vincent already knew almost everything.
His experiences are quite similar to those of Meglin in Tolkien's works, except that Snape also has Harry.
Did you hear that?
"What?"
Hagrid leaned his large ears forward. "These footsteps must be Centaur, and there's more than one."
Vincent calmed down and listened attentively.
The sound of hooves landing became clearer and clearer.
"I've heard that Centaur are very territorial." He raised his Gunblade.
"Don't do that, I can handle it," Hagrid assured him, patting his chest.
The two were surrounded by Centaur with thick black fur on their lower bodies, full beards, and carrying bows and arrows.
"A little pony?" One of the strongest ones lowered his head and sniffed at Vincent.
"You have a familiar scent."
Hagrid reached out and blocked his way. "Bane, don't frighten the child."
Centaur Bane his head again. "You have invaded our territory."
He placed his hand on his quiver and said, "Get out of here right now, or don't blame me for being impolite."
"Okay, we'll be right there!" Hagrid leaned his big head toward Vincent.
"They were already unhappy about the relocation, and Professor Dumbledore's good intentions backfired."
Vincent understood this, but could the voice be a little quieter?
Bane was already nocking the arrow and drawing the bow.
"Outsiders, this is the last warning!"
Hagrid immediately raised his hands, "Relax, we are not enemies."
"But we're not friends either!" Another Centaur also nocked his bow and arrow.
"Ronan, let's go now."
Vincent was completely relieved.
He knew the arrows wouldn't hurt Hagrid; he was doing this to protect himself.
Under the watchful eyes of the Centaur, the two returned to the small lake where Dumbledore had set up the magic.
"See? The Forbidden Forest is dangerous."
"I think it's alright."
Having one or two professors on standby should be enough to ensure safety.
"Professor Dumbledore won't agree," Hagrid shook his head, urging him to abandon the idea immediately.
If even Centaur with whom there is no enmity is acting like this, imagine how much more rampant Acromantula would be.
Therefore, these potential problems must be addressed before embarking on a picnic.
"We need to go back."
Hagrid's eyes widened. "Bane and Ronan are the Centaur's least favorite wizards."
"It's fine for just a few of you to come, but so many students together..."
Negotiation is not an option.
Vincent didn't intend for this to happen. "I just saw that they were using bows and arrows, and I want to make a bet with them."
"A bet?" Hagrid glanced at the briefcase he was holding. "They're all good at keeping their promises, but—"
But are you sure you can beat them?
Under the blazing sun, Vincent smiled confidently.
"I may not be good at archery, but if it comes to marksmanship, I dare say no one in all of Hogwarts can beat me."
Can the fishmen of the Black Lake win?
Hagrid's discovery of the blind spot left him speechless.
"On the shore."
It took about ten minutes for the two to return to the Centaur's territory.
The thunderous sound of hooves had barely begun when two arrows flew over.
Vincent watched as it swayed slightly not far away, but the confidence on his little face never diminished in the slightest.
There are quite a few Centaur here this time.
They surrounded the two men, and even set up bows and arrows.
Bane stepped forward angrily. "Hagrid, don't think we won't attack you just because you brought a pony!"
"We mean no harm." Hagrid's large face was beaming with a smile.
He glanced to the side and said, "This is Vincent Wayne, the one who saved Silvio last time."
"Even so—" Bane moved the bow and arrow down slightly.
"That cannot be a reason for you to trespass on our territory again!"
Silvio is a Unicorn, a poor little thing who almost lost his life to Quirrell's blade.
"Wait a minute."
Vincent stepped forward and held up the box in his hand. "Actually, I was the one who wanted to come this time."
He calmly opened the briefcase and took out the super-powerful Gunblade inside.
"Shall we make a bet?"
If we win, you have to grant me one request;
If I lose, I can choose never to set foot in the Forbidden Forest again.
"Hahaha—" Bane laughed loudly, "Little pony, let Hagrid next to you race against us!"
Are you scared?
The Centaur had been laughing and joking around stopped.
Vincent's confidence wasn't feigned.
"Little pony, I accept your challenge!" Bane put down his bow and arrow.
He has the same confidence in himself.
Regardless of what that strange weapon was, he believed that the bow and arrows he had carried for many years would surely help him achieve victory.