Capturing a Female Centaur

When Hagrid is drunk, his chatter is comparable to Professor Flitwick's.

He started talking about it from his childhood all the way to Hogwarts.

Finally, following current events, the story of Sirius Black, who escaped Azkaban during summer vacation, was given a scathing critique...

It wasn't all for naught; William finally figured out why McGonagall was always so excited during Gryffindor vs. Slytherin matches.

She even wished she could personally take to the field and tear apart the little snakes like she would tear apart Japanese devils.

In the last Quidditch Match of her student days, Professor McGonagall was fouled maliciously by a Slytherin student.

She fell directly off the flying broomstick, suffering a severe concussion and several broken ribs, nearly dying on the field.

William inexplicably thought of Professor Trelawney.

When Trelawney was a child, she Prophecy McGonagall's forehead would turn dark and that she would die in seventh grade.

Her mouth is truly something else, it's as if it's been blessed; no wonder she's a Divination professor.

Hagrid began taking stock of all the small animals he had kept over the years.

Fluffy, isn't even the cutest (fiercestish) one.

Taking advantage of Hagrid's pause while he was drinking, William quickly seized control of the conversation.

"Hagrid, I know a witch, she's a little taller than you, I think you might want to get to know her."

"Really... taller than me?" Hagrid muttered. "Then she must be a Half-blood Giant too..."

"Madame Maxime is very beautiful, more beautiful than most witches," William said.

"If you'd like, I can write to Phoebe and ask her to introduce you... let's get to know each other first."

"No... William, my father was abandoned by my mother, and she may have had children with other Giant."

I was heartbroken because of this.

"I will never love any woman in my life, no matter how beautiful she is..." Hagrid said firmly.

"Believe it or not, even that... Maxime..." Hagrid had drunk too much, and his tongue was starting to get tied.

Even if she stood in front of me, I wouldn't be tempted in the slightest.

Okay, William believed it. Who knew Hagrid was a staunch non-marriage advocate!

Hagrid started snoring and fell asleep on the table.

William breathed a sigh of relief; it was finally over. He waved his wand and moved Hagrid to the bed.

While her brother turned his back, Anne tried to sneak a sip of Hermione's Mojito to taste it, but was slapped on the back of her hand.

She withdrew her hand and snorted, "Stingy!"

Hermione picked up her glass, downed it in one gulp, and laughed, "What are you doing drinking alcohol, kid? Just have your Caramel Macchiato!"

"Aren't you a child too?"

Hermione smiled and said, "Go ask William and let him tell you which of us is the child."

Anne rubbed Fang's head and said angrily, "You're being unfair!"

After William left Hagrid's cabin slightly ajar, the three of them did not return to the castle, but instead prepared to visit Dahei and Fluffy.

"How do we get there?" Anne asked eagerly.

This was her first time visiting the Forbidden Forest, and she was inexplicably a little excited.

"Of course we took a car. Could we possibly walk there?"

William pulled a large pumpkin-made carriage out of the pumpkin patch.

After the Chamber of Secrets incident last semester, William built this vehicle to facilitate his future access to the Forbidden Forest.

He personally designed the car's style and then heavily modified it.

Okay... it's basically taking abandoned carriages from Hogwarts, replacing the roofs with pumpkins, and applying some shock-absorbing spells so they can travel on rough roads.

Looking at the pumpkins covering the ground, William decided to find some time to have Hagrid plant some watermelons instead.

A watermelon the size of a car, wow... William could spend a whole summer in it.

In his opinion, watermelon is the best-tasting fruit, and he won't accept any arguments against it!

The pumpkin carriage was pulled to an open space, powered not by Thestral, but by six Acromantula.

They had just finished carrying the coffin, and now they were pulling a hearse instead. It felt really strange, as if they were pulling a hearse instead of a horse-drawn carriage.

But this did not stop William from exploiting his laborers.

After he bound the Acromantula with a rope, he immediately swung the reins, and the carriage sped along the Forbidden Forest path.

The leading Acromantula weighed at least four hundred pounds, but it didn't feel cumbersome at all. It was robust, with Heitan skin, and when it ran, its speed was astonishing.

The Acromantula are very obedient because the Basilisk is their natural enemy, and they are so afraid that they dare not even utter its name.

William, who possessed a Basilisk, was the king of the Acromantula. This was also the secret to the Forbidden Forest's wealth.

But what he didn't know was that the old spider Aragog was already considering moving.

They prepared to migrate as a group, moving to a place where William couldn't find them, so they could get away from this cruel Dark Lord!

Halfway there, William looked up slightly, unable to resist searching for the Thunderbird among the clouds.

If it dares to show itself, William is prepared to lead it to the Doxy's territory.

In a flower valley northwest of the Forbidden Forest, there lived nothing but Doxy.

They are covered in thick black fur, have shiny, beetle-like wings, and sharp, venomous fangs.

They are not strong individually, but they are numerous and usually swarm in groups, like army ants, densely packed together.

William didn't see the Thunderbird; instead, he heard the sound of something cutting through the air.

A sharp arrow pierced the air, its tip aimed at the seashell wind chime that Anne was hanging from the eaves of the carriage.

William didn't move at all, and the arrow remained suspended quietly half a meter away, maintaining its angled thrusting posture.

William swung his wand, and the arrow flew back with even greater speed.

Bang!

The attacker, hiding in the woods, flicked his left hand at the short sword at his waist, slashing forward in an arc, just barely striking the arrow.

Hermione and Anne stared wide-eyed at the uninvited guest more than ten meters away.

Is it a young, chestnut-colored Centaur... or a female Centaur?

She had a beautiful face, red eyes, a maroon ponytail, and long, fiery red hair, parted in two strands and hanging down in front of her.

The Centaur never wore clothes; her enormous breasts, like searchlights, were faintly visible beneath her long red hair.

The swaying made William's eyes hurt; anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was about to awaken his Sharingan.

The Centaur put down her short sword, took out her arrows from her quiver, and prepared to draw her silver bow.

William had dealt with Centaur for many years and had several friends, but he had never seen this Centaur before.

Therefore, it doesn't prevent him from taking direct action.

William waved his wand.

Within a distance of more than ten meters between the two, a layer of still water instantly formed, visible to the naked eye, like a gate falling from the sky.

William waved his wand gently, and thousands of water droplets shot towards the Centaur.

William jumped out of the carriage and quickly walked towards the Centaur.

As a fan of Care of Magical Creatures, William had many questions in his mind.

For example: how do Naga shed their skin; do Merpeople breathe with lungs or gills?

So, how exactly did the Centaur nurse their young?

It uses the milk from the lower half of the horse's body.

still...

William captured a Centaur woman who had attempted to attack him, and he thought he would soon have his answer.

(Please vote for me, everyone. I'm taking exams, so the update is late. Sorry.)

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