Compared to the Minotaur, Pan clearly had a much greater pedigree.
In ancient times, this magical creature was described as a mythological god of shepherds, presiding over sheep, nature, forests, and the countryside.
Of course, some ignorant Muggles believed that this goat-headed monster was a demon from the abyss, a harbinger of panic and nightmares!
But in the eyes of wizards, Pan was just an intelligent magical creature, much like a Sphinx.
However, that didn't mean Pan wasn't dangerous.
On the contrary, these sly, lecherous monsters had always ranked among the most dangerous creatures tracked by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
"Well, well, look who's here. Tsk, tsk—a beauty."
The goat-headed monster stared greedily at Fleur's body and licked its slightly chapped lips.
Fleur shuddered and instinctively took several steps back.
The monster's gaze felt like clammy tentacles. It made her deeply uncomfortable.
"Ha! What a windfall!"
Seeing Fleur's reaction, Pan let out a mocking laugh and advanced, longsword in hand.
"Stay back!"
The monster grew bolder by the second, but Fleur hadn't forgotten that she was a witch.
She raised her wand and shouted a warning.
But
It had almost no effect.
"If you don't want to come to me, then come here instead. You want the treasure over there, don't you?
"I know. I know everything. Ever since those scum from the Ministry of Magic banished me to this maze, I knew someone would come here sooner or later!
"And here you are. Fate has brought us together, hasn't it?"
The goat-headed monster spoke remarkably well, almost like a normal person.
If not for the goat's head on its human body, no one would have known it was a monster just from hearing its voice.
"Cut the crap!"
She'd grown up only to