Centaurs and Lancers Are in the Same League / A Tiny Kitten's Lethality Is Terrifying

Harry waved to the Fantastic Beasts in front of him, and a group of Acromantula moved their sharp pincers, slicing the silk used to bind the Centaur into pieces.

"Are we really leaving now? Don't worry, after this... the Centaur will definitely never appear in the Forbidden Forest again!"

Magorian hesitated before asking Harry a question, but his feet didn't stop moving at all. In the short time it took to speak, he had already been the first to run out of the circle of Fantastic Beasts.

However, just as the other Centaur struggled to their feet, wanting to flee in panic with Magorian, they heard that terrifying snap of fingers once again.

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, several enormous Acromantula sprang into action. They sprayed viscous spider silk at Magorian once more, then swarmed him and began tearing at his body in a frenzy!

"No... Help! Let me go, I... Ughhhhh!!"

A series of intermittent screams rang out as the Acromantula, right in front of the Centaur, tore Magorian apart, who was trying to escape!

"What... what are you doing?!" Chiron was furious at the sight. "Didn't you say you'd let us go? Why did you allow those disgusting creatures to harm Magorian?!"

"No... I mean, what's wrong with you?" Harry questioned Aragog, clearly annoyed. "He'd already given in and was going to leave, so why did you let the spiders eat him?"

Faced with Harry's questioning, the cunning Spider King immediately understood and feigned helplessness, saying, "Master, you can't blame me for this. I'm getting old now, and my control over my offspring isn't as strong. Sometimes I can't help but let them eat blood. Besides, the Centaur are no longer part of the Forbidden Forest; they're outsiders now. It's not unreasonable for my descendants to hunt a few for a change of scenery..."

"Hmm... you have a point. Anyway, this won't happen again." Harry waved his hand gently, indicating that he would no longer pursue the matter of the Acromantula's sins, and then looked at Chiron again, "Alright, you can leave now."

Can we... can we really leave?

Chiron and all the Centaur were filled with endless sorrow. Even if they were brain-dead, they could still understand the choice between being a slave or being food.

"Harry... Master, we give up!"

Chiron's legs buckled, and he knelt heavily on the ground, bowing his head and prostrating himself before Harry.

Following his lead, the other Centaur followed suit, dragging their wounded bodies and lying sprawled on the ground, not daring to lift their heads at all.

"Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this earlier?" Harry glanced at the Centaur before him with a hint of disdain. "Firenze warned you to choose to cooperate with humans, but none of you listened to him. You have only yourself to blame for what you've done."

"Yes, you're right..." Chiron replied bitterly. Now, let alone Harry insulting him, even if Harry told him to eat shit, he would still have to smile and say it was delicious.

"I think you shouldn't cling to the Chiron identity anymore. Let it go to..." Harry looked around and casually tossed Chiron's wooden tiara at Ronan's feet. "From now on, you're Chiron. Show me around and introduce me to your Centaur race."

"Yes, sir..." Ronan was only slightly taken aback before immediately picking up Chiron's symbol, putting it on his head, and accepting Harry's appointment.

Harry also noticed that some Centaur showed expressions of resentment, but they were only a minority.

This was actually part of his considerations. After subduing the Centaur, Harry needed to choose a new Chiron, but that person absolutely could not be Firenze.

Firenze's position within the Centaur community is unstable; he cannot control the entire tribe and is better suited to act as a liaison between the Centaur and humans.

Although Ronan was quite popular within his tribe, he was a weak-willed and unambitious man. If he were to succeed Chiron, he could restrain the behavior of the other Centaur and gradually make them accustomed to this submissive life.

Judging from his current performance, Ronan is indeed quite adept at it.

He quickly got into character and began to give Harry a detailed introduction to the Centaur race.

With information such as the Centaur's fertility rate, the number of children in their tribe, and their food reserves, Harry gained even greater control over the Centaur.

Finally, Ronan led Harry to the vicinity of a huge 'black hill' that always reeked of burnt tobacco.

"Master, this is the most important altar of our Centaur race, and the sacred place where we communicate with the stars for Divination," Ronan proudly introduced to Harry. "All the important Prophecy of the Centaur race were born here!"

"You... you call this an altar?"

Harry twitched his lips helplessly at the sight, thinking to himself that the Centaur had really low requirements for altars.

This dark, solid thing in front of me—isn't that just the ash heap left after burning straw in Harry's previous life's rural area?

Chapter 227 Centaur and spearmen are on the same level.

Nearly two meters in diameter and piled up to a height of more than one person, it constantly emitted choking smoke, with occasional stray sparks drifting out...

The burnt woodpile that appeared before Harry was the altar of the Centaur that Ronan had mentioned.

However, after briefly recalling the Centaur's lifestyle, Harry wasn't surprised by the rudimentary design of the 'altar'.

The Centaur claimed they could make Prophecy by observing the stars, but in Prophecy, they would also burn two herbs, sage and mallow, to aid in interpreting the stars.

Therefore, it's inevitable that the Centaur's altars would be built like ash heaps; otherwise, would we expect them to stud the outside of their altars with diamonds?

"The night is quite lovely tonight... Ronan, gather all the sage and mallow from your tribe here, and then burn them all at once."

It was already past midnight, and as Harry gazed at the endlessly twinkling stars, a rather interesting idea suddenly popped into his head.

The Centaur are known for their Prophecy, so let's go all out and do something big!

"Master, are you perhaps going to..."

"Go."

"Yes, sir." Knowing that he could not disobey Harry's orders, Ronan, as a newly Chiron, could only nod in agreement.

The Centaur, who had just received basic treatment, dragged their wounded bodies to find all the herbs that the entire tribe had stockpiled, and at Harry's insistence, spread them all on the ash heap known as the altar.

"Norberta."

Harry gave a command to the person behind him, and his Dragon immediately spewed out a burst of flames, setting the pile of herbs in front of him ablaze.

"Guided by the stars..."

"The Prophecy has begun..."

The Centaur truly valued celestial phenomena and Prophecy. As the smoke from burning herbs gradually filled the forest, a solemn expression appeared on the face of every Centaur, and they began to observe the constantly twinkling stars in the sky through the changing smoke.

"When you make the Prophecy... remember to silently say my name in your heart."

Upon hearing Harry's command, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed across the faces of the Centaur, whose eyes were tightly closed, but their devout chanting did not cease... Harry's orders were now law; they had no choice but to obey.

Making Prophecy about himself was actually an idea that flashed through Harry's mind.

Harry Potter is the Prophecy son in Trelawney's words, but Harry Granger is actually a time traveler. Therefore, the Prophecy that Dumbledore had always believed in may have already been invalidated.

Therefore, Harry was very curious about what would happen if the entire Centaur race were to perform the Prophecy again.

"Hmm... something's changed?"

The burning flames suddenly shot up high, and the originally bright red gradually turned into a deep blue. The scattered smoke began to converge in the center in a bizarre way, eventually forming a picture that kept undulating in the flames.

It was as if a movie screen had suddenly risen amidst the dissipating smoke and dust.

"This is..."

Ronan's hesitant expression suggested that this was the first time the Centaur had encountered such a situation, but they dared not be distracted, as the 'Prophecy' had already begun to play.

What comes into view is a desolate ancient battlefield, where the two sides facing off are human soldiers dressed in medieval-style armor, mixed with priests in long robes, knights riding tall horses, and even griffins with bared fangs and claws.

On the other side, there were creatures dressed in relatively light clothing, like elves, who commanded an army of Centaur, dwarves, ancient trees, and pegasus riders... Harry even saw a pure white Unicorn among their ranks!

Then, the war began.

A fierce and chaotic battle ensued. Human knights broke through the encirclement and clashed violently with the white torrent of Unicorn. Griffins and winged horses entangled and tore at each other in the air, while archers from both sides rained down arrows from the rear of the battlefield. At the very center of the battlefield, numerous Centaur and human soldiers wielding long spears fought to the death, each blow drawing blood.

Finally, the two commanders seemed unable to contain themselves any longer and made their move. Countless dazzling orbs of light flew from their hands, expanding continuously as they landed on the battlefield, ultimately engulfing everything in their path...

"No... something's not right. What kind of scene is this?" The flames on the altar went out, but the Centaur's shock lingered. Ronan stared in astonishment at Harry's face, completely bewildered as to why he and his people had Prophecy such a terrifying war scene.

However, in Harry's view, the Centaur's Prophecy did indeed have its unique aspects.

Judging from the clothing and weapons used, the battle that just took place should have happened in the 'past,' yet it appeared in the Prophecy... Harry didn't think the Centaur's Prophecy was wrong, because he knew very well that he was indeed surrounded by mysteries from the 'past.'

For example, why did the Scamander know him? And what about Luna Lovegood in the Mirror of Erised? And that Space Ring crafted using ancient alchemy...?

Harry is starting to understand that these things must have happened in the 'past', and the medieval war he just witnessed was nothing more than a much more distant 'past'.

Perhaps for me, the future... actually means the past.

"Not bad, it seems your Centaur's Prophecy is indeed quite accurate~" After calming his thoughts, Harry nodded encouragingly to Ronan.

"Thank you for the praise, Master~" Ronan couldn't help but show a smug look on his face when he mentioned his tribe's Prophecy abilities, and subconsciously displayed the arrogance that Centaur are known for.

"Ha... you still have the nerve to be proud?" To everyone's surprise, Harry suddenly changed the subject, "You all saw what happened just now. You Centaur are just like human spearmen on the battlefield, the lowest-ranking beings in the combat order. And you still have the nerve to show off your superiority in front of humans?"

Clearly, in ancient times, countless years ago, Centaur spearmen, were nothing more than battlefield foot soldiers.

But as time went by, humans eventually became the masters of the world, while Centaur could only barely survive in the forests designated by humans... Harry said that if he were Centaur, he would never have the face to talk about pride and self-respect in front of humans, and would definitely want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Because it's just too embarrassing~

"Uh... Master, you're right." Ronan smiled sheepishly. He had a rough idea of Harry's personality and knew that his new master looked down on the Centaur's original pride.

It seems that it's time to teach the clansmen to tone down their tempers.

However, Harry was oblivious to Ronan's thoughts, staring blankly at the wisps of smoke rising from the Centaur altar.

We finally took down the Forbidden Forest...

Successfully occupying the entire Forbidden Forest not only provided a habitat for Fantastic Beasts, but also gave Harry a safe haven to retreat to at any time, making him feel safer.

That's right, Harry has always lacked a sense of security.

The crisis he sensed didn't just come from Voldemort and the Death Eater, but also from the incompetent Ministry of Magic, the cunning Britain Royal Family, and even... Dumbledore, with whom he currently maintained a friendly relationship!

When the Prophecy the Boy Who Lived tries to escape the vortex of conspiracy woven around the Prophecy, the situation he faces... may be that he is an enemy of the whole world!

Fortunately, Harry now has complete control over the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest, and is finally confident in dealing with the various conspiracies that follow.

"Oh, right... Ronan, could you guys help me build a treehouse sometime? Remember to make it exquisite and beautiful!"

Before leaving, Harry gave Ronan a strange order.

The reason for building the treehouse was that Harry suddenly realized he could use the Forbidden Forest to fulfill an experience he had never had in his previous life.

To have a secret rendezvous with the girl you love in the woods behind the school...

(P. S. Some readers asked what the elemental magic system would be after the addition of elements... I wonder if anyone can guess it after this chapter~)

Chapter 228 The Destructive Power of a Kitten is Terrifying

It is worth mentioning that only after the entire tribe swore allegiance to Harry were the Centaur allowed to roam freely in the Forbidden Forest, as they had always boasted.

Harry appointed Centaur as caretakers of the Forbidden Forest, a 'protected area'. In addition to patrolling the various areas of the Forbidden Forest in groups every day, they were also responsible for mediating disputes, protecting weak Fantastic Beasts, and assisting some disadvantaged groups with hunting and feeding.

In addition to these, the Centaur also had to complete a series of collection tasks regularly, as required by Harry.

For example, there Occamy Egg and Unicorn Tail Hair that can be used to make Potions and magical items; various Fantastic Beasts droppings that are excellent as fertilizer; and most importantly, the venom of the Acromantula.

Due to the dangerous nature of the Acromantula, obtaining venom from a live spider is virtually impossible; however, once they die, their venom sacs quickly dry up... All these factors make this venom extremely difficult to obtain, making it a highly valuable and sought-after commodity.

As far as Harry knew, the venom of the Acromantula was already being sold for 100 Galleon per pint, and there was still no market for it.

But Harry can now obtain this 'liquid gold' so easily that even ordinary wizards would risk their lives to get their hands on it.

A pint is less than 570 ml, at most the size of a bottle of soda. The Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest secrete more than that every day just from their natural secretions.

Without a doubt, by subduing the entire swarm of Acromantula, Harry essentially controlled a flowing gold mine, allowing him to rake in money with virtually no investment.

So... should I open a shop in Diagon Alley or somewhere else?

Harry suddenly realized that, given the current situation, he would only accumulate more and more magical materials. Rather than hoarding them without any value, it would be more worthwhile to sell them or exchange them for other items.

Sigh... I just don't know who to ask about opening a shop.

The Hogwarts faculty, including Dumbledore himself, all seemed to lack business acumen, so Harry could only keep the idea to himself for the time being.

In May, Mrs. Norris finally gave birth safely to seven kittens—three males and four females.

It must be said that Mrs. Norris truly lives up to her Maine Coon name; not only is she imposing and majestic, but this litter also had more kittens than the average female cat.

And when seven hungry little creatures appeared in the gatekeeper's hut, Filch's gloomy face finally began to relax.

These kittens have inherited the coloring of both their father and mother. Although they are not fully grown yet, it is generally clear that they have inherited their mother's face shape, although their noses may be slightly shorter.

This was already quite fortunate, and it relieved Harry, Hermione, and Filch at the same time.

Crookshanks: Meow meow meow~

Harry's plan for the seven kittens is to have their parents give them some simple training once they are a little older, and then he will take over their care once they are familiar with the kittens.

In this way, it is estimated that Hogwarts will have a well-trained and adorable mobile squad by the end of this summer.