The Forbidden Forest.
Just after Ian and Aurora were taken away by House-elf Rabbi.
Only a few minutes later, a rapid yet steady, powerful clatter of hooves rang out. The brawny Centaur leader arrived at the now-deserted scene with seven or eight other Centaurs.
The air still faintly carried the mingled scent of magic and blood.
Every Centaur was on alert.
Clearly, House-elf Rabbi had not been trying to scare the Young Wizards when he said they needed to leave quickly. Almost every Centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest regarded it as their territory.
These creatures had the appearance of half-human, half-horse beings. Their upper bodies were human, while their lower bodies were horses, and they were classified by the Ministry of Magic as XXXX rated magical creatures.
With their powerful physiques, agile movements, outstanding Magic Resistance and magic, along with their tribal way of life, few wizards could face such a group alone.
"The disturbance came from here. A human wizard fought fiercely with some kind of creature." One of the Centaurs stepped out from the group and went forward to inspect the scene.
Though their intelligence was no different from that of humans, the Centaurs still considered themselves "beasts," because they did not wish to share the status of humans with creatures like hags and vampires.
"I saw evil Dark Magic... Fiendfyre... and a flash of brilliant light."
The Centaur who had stepped forward crouched beside the spot where the Swooping Evil had died miserably. After examining the heap of ashes left after the Swooping Evil had been cut into eight pieces and then killed by Aurora's Fiendfyre, it fell silent.
Special species like them always possessed abilities human wizards could not understand.
Centaurs, for instance, had exceptional talent for divination and often made vague predictions about the