HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

Although his body was weak, the centaur's mouth was still firm.

He roared at Tom: "You despicable wizard, how dare you sneak attack me! My people will be here soon, and they will not let you go!"

This is true, because Tom has already heard the dense sound of horse hooves, which should be the tribesmen he mentioned.

"I just like the way you guys are so incompetent yet still have the nerve to threaten others."

Tom's eyes were cold. "I remember... you used your left hand to draw the bow and your right hand to shoot the arrow. I'm in a good mood today, so I only need one of your arms."

A chill ran through the centaur's body: "What do you want to do...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, Tom had already made his move, and the sharp wind blade cut down along his shoulder.

The centaur couldn't help but scream and twisted his body to reduce the pain.

Tom's expression did not change at all.

The centaur does not have the abnormal magic resistance of the Riem bull, and a spell can take his life.

He didn't think he was cruel. He refused to listen to the explanation and arrogantly wanted to punish him.

Then don't blame him for being reasonable.

He really didn't understand. They were just an ordinary tribe living in the Forbidden Forest. Where did these centaurs get the sense of responsibility to try to dispose of the city?

Perhaps because they heard the screams of their fellow tribesmen, the sound of horse hooves became more and more rapid, and soon a group of horsemen came running in the wind and snow, holding bows and arrows in their hands.

"Orion!"

The ones in the front row had already seen the wailing centaurs, their eyes glowed red with anger, and they simultaneously raised their bows and arrows to shoot.

"Stop!" The strongest red-haired centaur stopped his fellow centaurs. Shoot! This is the little six-five-zero "colt" in the castle!

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and neither will a boy.

Tom would not rely on this school uniform for his safety. When the group of centaurs approached, he retreated a certain distance and used transfiguration to create several steel shields that kept rotating around his body.

Tom now had an epiphany. Why not use dark magic? Dumbledore could still suppress the two generations of Dark Lords.

Transfiguration is just too practical.

No matter what the environment or the opponent, as long as you have something that can be transformed, you can create highly targeted objects or creatures to deal with it.

Dumbledore is simply the Jackie Chan of the wizarding world.

For example, the centaurs, although they do not know any magic, they are masters of herbal medicine and astronomy, and are proficient in prophecy and the use of various medicines.

The reason why Tom didn't use magic to block the arrow just now is that the centaur's arrow has a strong magic-breaking effect, and it can only be blocked by physical force.

"Kill him! He cut off my arm!" The centaur, Orion, who was lying on the ground, was bleeding and screaming wildly, which aroused the anger of the centaurs again.

But the leader did not respond to him, instead he ordered the centaur with bloodshot eyes beside him: "Baine, help Orion stop the bleeding, don't do anything extra."

Baine snorted angrily, but did not disobey his order. He quickly stepped forward and began to apply ointment to Orion's wound.

"Everyone, put down your bows and arrows!" the leader shouted.

"Magri, he hurt our compatriots! Blood for blood, this is the way of survival for the centaurs!" a centaur asked angrily.

"Ronan, I know, but he's a pony from Hogwarts!" Magorian growled back, "You also know that harming a pony here will bring Dumbledore's wrath.

Do you want the entire tribe to pay a heavy price for this?"

Dumbledore's name seemed to have extraordinary magic, and Ronan's momentum weakened all of a sudden.

Not only him, but other horsemen were also paddling the ground with their hooves restlessly, with bows and arrows hanging unnaturally in their hands.

Seeing that the tribesmen had calmed down, Magre looked at Tom again and said in a deep voice:

"Little Pony, I am Magre, the leader of the Centaur tribe."

Tom nodded without comment.

Magre continued: "Although I stopped my people from taking revenge on you, it does not mean that we have given up our hatred for you. You must tell me why you want to hurt Orion so cruelly."

"If you can't give me an explanation, I will hand you over to Dumbledore and let him expel you."

Tom is a donkey with a submissive temper. Daphne obeys him in college, so he is also considerate and thoughtful to Daphne.

The centaur leader's words were quite sensible, which reduced the coldness in the boy's heart a lot.

"I am Tom Riddle, a Slytherin student."

Hearing this name, Magre's pupils suddenly contracted.

Tom noticed his change, but didn't care and talked about what had just happened.

"I was just an ordinary freshman who couldn't sleep at night and went out for a walk. I met the Ruiem cattle and wanted to borrow some blood and fur. Who knew that your tribesmen suddenly jumped out to stop me and called me a poacher.

"I revealed my identity to him and warned him not to point the bow and arrow at me, but your people seemed to have completely ignored me. Not only did they not put down the bow and arrow, they also threatened me to surrender with my hands.

"So I had no choice but to subdue him."

"You call this a uniform?" Baine, who was healing Orion, couldn't help but roared: "You cut off his arm!"

Tom sneered and pointed to where he had just stood: "See? This is the arrow he shot, aiming at my chest. Since he was so cruel, why can't I do it?"

"If you hadn't come quickly, he would have been dead by now.

Bane cursed under his breath: "Vicious Slytherin."

Tom is used to it. Almost everyone is prejudiced against Slytherin.

No, it's not prejudice.

Therefore, he never thought about gaining a good reputation, but instead felt justified in certain things.

I'm a f*****g Slytherin, what good do you expect me to do?

Once the moral bottom line was lowered, Tom suddenly felt enlightened and felt like a fish in water.

With the arrow as evidence, Orion did not object. Magre naturally knew that what Tom said was all true, and glared at Orion in anger.

Just know how to cause trouble for him.

Although the horse tribe has few people, they have a lot of business and are roughly divided into three factions.

The most extreme are the centaurs who hate humans and are extremely xenophobic. The most typical representatives are Bane and Orion. It is precisely because of this that Bane is the angriest of all the centaurs. If Mager hadn't suppressed him, he would have taken action long ago.

Then there are the neutral faction. Although they are neutral, they don't like humans, but they are not hostile to them. They just hope that they don't interfere with each other. Ronan is a member of the neutral faction, and this faction has the largest number of members.

There are only a very small number of friendly people who believe that humans and centaurs are both intelligent races and can communicate with each other on an equal footing. The friendly people have a hard time in the tribe and are regarded as traitors to the centaurs.

What about Magre?

He is the clan leader and does not take sides with any faction. All his decisions are made based on the stable survival of the clan.

That's why I can stay calm and not be blinded by anger.

Because he knew that even if Tom killed the centaur, as long as he was a young wizard at Hogwarts, it would not be the turn of the centaur tribe to deal with him.

Magre said: "Little Pony, even if Orion offended you, it was because you hurt the Riem cow first."

Tom frowned: "Do you know what poaching is? Either kill or take away, that's called poaching."

"I just plan to take some blood and pluck some hair. I've even prepared some dittany for treatment. What does this have to do with poaching?"

"Besides, poaching is something that human wizards say. What does it have to do with you centaurs? Just because you can live in the Forbidden Forest, do you really think that the Forbidden Forest is your home?"

Tom's arrogant attitude undoubtedly ignited the anger of the centaurs again. No matter what faction they were from, they all had angry expressions on their faces.

Tom looked up at the sky. It was almost three in the morning. He didn't have the patience to waste time with the centaurs any longer. The shields around him began to spin at high speed:

"What do you mean? Just mark a path. If you want to fight, then fight. If not, don't delay me from collecting materials."

Dealing with more than a dozen fully armed centaurs at the same time was a big challenge for him, but it was not enough to scare him.

If a fight really breaks out, he will give Andros the authority to activate physical state at any time to ensure that he can deal with these centaurs without any injuries.

Margaret looked at him deeply and said, "I won't do anything to you, but... I will tell Dumbledore everything, little pony. Go do what you want to do. We will watch you and make sure you don't harm the life of the Riem cow."

Tom observed Magre's expression and eyes, and seeing that he had no intention of killing and would not attack from behind, he walked towards the Reem Bull.

After a long standoff, Ruiem Niu still hasn't woken up, which shows how effective Tom's hammer was at the end...

Using Transfiguration to conjure up a sharp knife, Tom began plucking the centaur's hair and bleeding him, but he kept Andros on the lookout for the centaur's movements so he could react if there was any unusual movement.

But from beginning to end, all the centaurs did not move, just stared at him.

Apply Dittany on the wound, and the wound will heal quickly and stop bleeding. However, the cut hair will not recover so quickly, and it will probably take a while to grow back.

As a result, the Reem cattle now look like a species of alopecia areata, and no longer have the magical powers they once had.

This time he collected a total of one liter of blood, which was enough for him. There was also a considerable amount of cow hair, so he finally had the gifts for Hermione and Daphne for Christmas.

After packing up, Tom turned around and said to Margaret: "Since you are so worried about the magical animals in the Forbidden Forest, I will leave this cow to you.

"Don't interfere with my activities in the Forbidden Forest anymore. If anyone dares to point a bow and arrow at me again, I will kill him directly."

After saying this, he ignored the centaur's reaction and returned in the same direction he came from.

Originally he wanted to get some eight-eyed giant spider venom, but Tom didn't have the heart to do that so late at night, so he simply went back to sleep and come back later.

Until Tom's back was out of sight, Ronan said in a deep voice: "I will ask Hagrid to take me to see Dumbledore tomorrow. I will make sure this little pony is punished!"

"What are you looking for, Dumbledore?" Margaret turned around and gave him an angry look: "What are you going to say to him? That the centaurs attacked the foals, and then the foals killed them in return?"

"Where is the Centaur's dignity? Even if you are shameless, look who Dumbledore will side with!"

Ronan looked at him in astonishment: "Magri, didn't you just say..."

"I was just trying to save face for the centaurs!" Magorian growled at him, then sternly looked at all the centaurs and said, "I warn you, the centaurs' rules are important, but all of them are based on the agreement with Dumbledore."

"You must not, absolutely, harm the foal! Not even with a bow and arrow!"

The horsemen were silent, unable to express what was in their hearts with words.

But what if I'm sad?

This is Hogwarts, Dumbledore's territory.

If they leave here, they will face even more enemies.

The atmosphere remained low until Orion's injury stabilized and he returned to the team. Magre led the tribe back to the tribe. As they walked, he

He moved from the leading horse position to the end of the team, walking side by side with a young centaur, and gradually fell behind the main group.

Margaret said softly: "Firenze, you should understand my decision, right?"

The centaur named Firenze nodded, then looked up at the starry sky and said, "Chief, you are doing the right thing. If you insist on attacking the pony, I will stop you even if I die."

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"What did you see?" asked Margaret.

The Horse people are good at stargazing, and Quanze is the best stargazer among all the Horse people.

"Antares is shining brightly. Is it an immortal star or a dying star? It all depends on your thoughts."

Magre's pupils dilated.

Antares, that is the natal constellation of the Horse people.

If he had made the wrong decision just now, did that young master really have the ability to destroy their entire tribe?

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Tom sighed comfortably and lay down in the bed given by Zabini.

Don't mention it, the only disadvantage of expensive things is that they are expensive. This quilt is soft and warm, just like sleeping with a hot little girl in your arms, which improves Tom's sleep quality.

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But Tom was not sleepy yet.

He was not afraid that the centaur would go to Dumbledore to complain tomorrow. He had not used any dark magic or poached at all today. Cutting off a centaur's arm was not a serious matter.

If you die, you will just lose a few hundred points.

It would be Snape who would suffer then, not him.

Tom was just envious of Dumbledore.

Today was the first time he had experienced the White Lord's reputation. When Dumbledore's name was mentioned, the horses immediately became quiet, just like ordinary wizards hearing Voldemort's name.

Tom was fascinated by this kind of deterrence.

When will he reach this point?

"Take your time, don't rush.

Tom comforted himself: "As long as you study hard and make progress every day, you will surpass everyone."

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