Hagrid's consecutive losses of three points were not due to a lack of options, but rather because he was constantly wary of his own strength.
If he had used just a little more force, that wooden sword, which wasn't even as thick as a little finger, would have definitely broken.
But he won't do that.
Vincent saw this and quickly scored another three points.
Six to zero, the outcome is no longer in doubt.
This is a fair fight.
One side has a size advantage, while the other side takes advantage of the opponent's exposed weaknesses.
After being lightly patted twice on the thigh, Hagrid suddenly remembered the conditions he had to agree to after losing.
Although Vincent didn't say it explicitly, he certainly wouldn't side with Aragog.
"Roar—" The roar shook the heads of the Centaur around them.
"Chief, is this the Giant's magical roar?"
Magorian condition was slightly less severe, never looked away from Vincent.
"That's right, it's a magical shock that intimidates the enemy."
All magic targeting the soul is ineffective against Vincent.
Aside from some tinnitus, he didn't feel any other discomfort.
He raised his hands high, then lowered the wooden sword he was holding.
Overconfident, Hagrid quickly raised his hand.
A hit to the wrist, nine out of ten.
Just one point short.
Hagrid broke the wooden sword in half, holding one end in each hand.
With each swing of his hand, he would take a step forward with force.
Vincent did not approach rashly.
This is using offense as a form of defense.
Every time Padfoot stomps across the grassland, the Centaur's anger level rises a little.
If this continues, the relationship between the two sides will definitely continue to deteriorate.
Vincent, without moving further, held the wooden sword in one hand and made a throwing motion.
Hagrid wasn't stunned; instead, he happily slammed down a pair of large hands.
If the wooden sword is destroyed, the last point will never be obtained.
Vincent threw it as he wished.
With a "thud," the wooden sword flew into the distance.
Losing the wooden sword seemed to reverse the situation.
"Danger!"
Even without Bane's reminder, Vincent knew what Hagrid was going to do.
He did it on purpose; he deliberately dropped the wooden sword.
Hold it firmly with both hands, then turn it slightly to the side, and the not-so-sturdy half of the wooden sword is broken in two.
It is slightly short in length and so thick that it takes two hands to hold it.
Hagrid saw him running towards him and quickly spread his large hands out to him.
If you block it, there's still a chance.
However, Vincent suddenly crouched down and used the momentum of his forward motion to slide forward.
The tenth point is located on the lower leg.
Ten to two.
Hagrid dropped the two pieces of his wooden sword and looked over with a tense expression.
"I'm fine."
He saw Vincent stand up and suddenly grin.
"I should have done this in the first place."
"Then I'll try another approach."
If you can break it in half, it's even easier to break it whole.
Magorian walked up to the two men and said, "This was a very exciting duel."
Hagrid nodded seriously, "As long as it doesn't harm Aragog and the others, I can agree to anything."
Vincent caught the school robe that Bane threw to him, took out his wand from it, and said, "Scourgify— "
I didn't intend to hurt them; I just wanted to introduce some small animals.
Spiders have many natural enemies.
Toads, lizards, centipedes, bees, birds, etc. are all examples.
It might not be enough to deal with an adult Acromantula, but it's more than enough to deal with one the size of a palm.
Hagrid finds it hard to accept just by imagining it.
It's still a life, no matter what...
"Please." Magorian raised her hand.
The Centaur all had their bows and arrows ready.
"Okay, okay, I promise."
Having resolved the matter of the Acromantula, Vincent was finally able to take a proper stroll around.
Bane and Ronan acted as guides, with quite a few real ponies following behind to join in the fun.
Do you hunt?
"No, our arrows will only be aimed at the enemy."
"So what do you eat?"
"Fruits from the forest."
"Will we be full?"
"We will also grow potatoes."
Even in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, one still can't escape the traditional staple food of the Britain.
Mashed potatoes, fried potatoes, baked potatoes...
Vincent then turned his gaze to Ronan on the other side.
The Centaur initially reacted most strongly is now surprisingly amiable.
"May I ask, what exactly changed your opinion of me?"
Ronan casually raised his right arm and patted it. "This!"
Okay, he's the same type as Hagrid.
After walking around, Vincent discovered that the Centaur tribe was extremely primitive.
Living in the forest, simplicity has its advantages.
Ultimately, it's Acromantula's fault, forcing them to move every year or two.
Vincent turned and stopped. "Bane, can I borrow something else?"
"Can."
Under the ponies' astonished gaze, the tree branches transformed into exquisitely designed cards.
"This is Gwent, a strategy game I designed myself."
After two rounds, both Bane and Ronan fell in love with it.
Vincent gave the ponies a whole set of nearly two hundred cards, saying, "I'll bring you a few more sets tomorrow."
"Thank you, Uncle!"
Upon hearing this title, the muscles on his face twitched wildly.
Combining the two generations, he is indeed of an age to be an uncle.
"Stop grinning and apologize right now!" As soon as Bane straightened his face, the ponies scattered, clutching their Gwent.
Ronan smiled and shook his head. "They're not usually this mischievous. Maybe it's because they see you're human."
"I understand." Vincent glanced at Hagrid, who was surrounded by them in the distance. "Can I come over often?"
"Yes, but we need the leader's permission first."
He was actually quite curious about Centaur.
This species, classified as XXXX, is not a hybrid; like fish-men and Giant, it originated in nature.
If you tell Rolf and Cedric what happened today, they'll be incredibly envious.
After a dinner that wasn't lavish but was certainly unique, Magorian demonstrated astrology to Vincent on the open meadow.
"Burning sage and mallow can further interpret the results of stargazing."
He took a deep drag of the alluring mixed smoke, then looked up at the starry sky.
"Mars is still bright tonight—"
It's a very general and vague statement.
Hagrid leaned close to Vincent's ear and said, "You won't get a straight answer from them."
They always look up at the stars; it's annoying.
"Uh— Hagrid— "
He was completely oblivious to the Centaur's gazes around him; "they weren't interested in anything except things around the moon."
"Rubeus Hagrid— "
Magorian lightly raised her hand. "Please."
With Vincent present, the Centaur certainly wouldn't resort to violence.
Unless you can't help it.
Bane and Ronan stood on either side of them, followed by four Centaur.
Upon seeing this, Hagrid immediately stood up obediently.
Before leaving, he gave Magorian a rather resentful look.