Massacre of the Centaur Tribe

Looking at the menacing Centaur in front of him, Sang Biao smiled disdainfully, as did the two prisoners behind him.

"Humans, get out of here!" Bane roared, looking like he wanted to skin Sang Biao alive.

Sang Biao stared blankly at Bane and said calmly, "Centaur, calm down. We are Auror from the Ministry of Magic."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Biao and his two companions couldn't help but burst out laughing. That's right, since when could scum like them impersonate Auror?

But to the young Centaur, this laughter sounded like mockery.

"How dare you! We are Centaur, noble Centaur, not centaurs!" The Centaur were furious, believing that Sang Biao was insulting them.

"Apologize, wizard! Apologize to us right now!"

"Apologize?" Sang Biao sneered, raising his hand to look at his tactical watch. He saw that there were already more than thirty small red dots around him, vaguely surrounding the Centaur tribe.

Instead of taking action, Sang Biao had his men bring out recording equipment and openly began filming.

This scene of disregarding the Centaur infuriated the young Centaur.

"Centers, Hogwarts students have reported that you are maliciously worshipping an evil god and attempting to murder wizards."

Sang Biao's face was serious, as if he were enforcing the law impartially. "Now, please hand over the murderer immediately so that our Auror Office can conduct an investigation."

"If you refuse to cooperate, we will consider your tribe a traitor and we will forcibly arrest the murderer!"

Bane was furious and was about to unleash a torrent of curses when a Killing Curse came hurtling towards him.

"Avada Gnaw-the-Melon!"

With murderous intent in his eyes, Sang Biao unleashed a vicious Killing Curse and charged swiftly towards Bane.

At the same time, dozens of Apparition sounds came from the bushes, and more than thirty Auror dressed in brown trench coats appeared inside the Centaur tribe.

They all grinned maliciously and used the Killing Curse indiscriminately, engaging in a frenzied massacre.

The photos were just taken to appease the public; now that they're done, the slaughter can begin.

"Fuck your mother!" Bane's face turned green with fear at the sight of the Killing Curse. He rolled to the right, barely managing to dodge it.

However, his Centaur companions behind him suffered a terrible fate, dying directly from the Sang Biao Killing Curse of the vengeful spirit.

The other Centaur, witnessing the death of one of their own for the first time, were all stunned and stood frozen in place.

Many of the Centaur who were previously indignant are now trembling with fear, and some are even so scared they almost wet themselves.

But Sang Biao and his men showed no mercy. Facing these motionless, living targets, they mowed down the lives of the Centaur like lawnmowers.

Finally, some of the Centaur regained their senses, let out a shout, and began to flee frantically.

Meanwhile, Sang Biao and his men were in no hurry, slowly slaughtering the Centaur like cats playing with mice.

At this moment, within the Centaur tribe, cries and explosions mingled together as Ziggs frantically unleashed his Blasting Curse.

Regardless of age or gender, everyone in front of Ziggs had only one name: explosives.

"Thunderous Blast!"

A vicious Blasting Curse blew an Centaur to smithereens, sending blood and bones flying everywhere and staining the earth red.

Within the Centaur tribe, almost all the Centaur were stunned; they had never imagined that the wizard's fighting power would be so formidable.

And the lives of these Centaur were utterly insignificant in the eyes of the wizard.

"Run, children, run! Run to Hogwarts to find Headmaster Dumbledore!" The Centaur old lady, tears welling in her eyes, urged the ponies to run ahead.

He himself became a sitting duck, rushing towards the blast and being blown to bits.

Slaughter ensued. Faced with the demons dressed as Sang Biao, including the savages of the Auror, the Centaur wielding bows and arrows were utterly powerless, forced to watch helplessly as the green Killing Curse struck them, mercilessly claiming their lives.

Screams, savage laughter, and the mournful cries of the Centaur echoed throughout the Forbidden Forest.

Some Centaur tried to retaliate, only to find that their prized bows and arrows couldn't even penetrate the wizards' Shield Charm.

On the contrary, a single Killing Curse is enough to easily kill a Centaur.

The entire Centaur tribe of five hundred people was Sang Biao like pigs by the thirty-odd black wizards of Sang Biao, screaming in agony.

As the temporary leader, Feseren's eyes were bloodshot, but he could only watch helplessly as his people were slaughtered by the wizards.

Looking up at the cloudless starry sky, Feseren said with sorrow, "Stars, what have we, the Centaur tribe, done wrong that you would punish us like this!"

Feseren knew that he had only one thought in mind: to escape. He had to get out.

He wanted to expose the atrocities committed by the Ministry of Magic against their race; he wanted the whole world to know about the evil deeds of the Britain Ministry of Magic.

While the wizards were busy slaughtering the rebellious Centaur, Feseren carefully curled up and slowly moved to the edge of the tribal camp.

After confirming that no one was watching him, Feseren took off running and quickly disappeared into the woods.

"Brother Biao, a few Centaur have run away with dozens of foals," a prisoner reported to Sang Biao.

While casting the Killing Curse, Sang Biao said nonchalantly, "It's alright, just a few Centaur, it's no big deal."

Then, with a sinister grin, Sang Biao began a frenzied killing spree, plunging the entire camp into fear once again.

In the jungle, Feseren ran as fast as he could, afraid that the wizards would catch up with him.

Suddenly, Feseren felt a darkness before his eyes, and then he crashed headfirst into a large chunk of meat.

"Feseren, it's you?" Hagrid looked at the disheveled Feseren and asked in surprise, "What happened to you? Was the fire deep in the Forbidden Forest very serious?"

Feseren shook his head in pain, glared angrily at Hagrid, and drew his bow and arrow, ready to shoot Hagrid.

With his entire clan wiped out, Feseren had long since lost his mind; all he wanted now was revenge!

Hagrid was shocked to see that Feseren was about to shoot him, and quickly pulled out his pink umbrella. "Disarming Charm!"

A flash of red light, Feseren was blasted away, his bow and arrow falling to the ground.

"Feseren, what are you doing?!" Hagrid demanded angrily.

Feseren wore a bitter smile, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and gritted his teeth, saying, "What do I want to do? Your wizards wiped out my Centaur tribe, and now you're asking me what I want to do?"

Hagrid's angry expression froze for a moment, and he quickly said, "How could I possibly wipe out your entire Centaur tribe?"

Looking at Feseren, who seemed like a devil and wanted nothing more than to devour him, Hagrid suddenly remembered Lester's words and had a sudden inspiration.

Hagrid asked, "Why are the Auror killing you? Do you Centaur tribe really worship evil bloodsucking monsters?"

Feseren was absolutely furious with Hagrid. His entire clan had been wiped out, his whole family executed, and yet Hagrid had framed him.

"You son of a bitch, I'll fucking kill you!" Even a civilized person like Feseren couldn't help but swear.