Chapter 168: 'Centaur Rebellion”

Chapter 168: “Centaur Rebellion”

Yes, those blasted Centaurs, Professor Kettleburn exclaimed loudly, his frustration palpable.

For nearly two months now, he continued, theyve been recklessly venturing beyond the territory assigned to them by Professor Grindelwald, repeatedly violating the Forbidden Forest boundaries of Hogwarts. This is a criminal offense!

Draco interjected abruptly, My father always believed those Centaurs should have been hanged. They sided with the dark wizard during the war fifty years ago.

Professor Kettleburn vigorously agreed, nodding his head. Absolutely! If it werent for Professor Grindelwalds leniency, theyd have conveniently forgotten their dark past. Unforgivable!

The conversation between Professor Kettleburn and Draco delved further into the Centaurss actions.

As they entered the Forbidden Forest, the narrow trail was completely obscured by heavy snow.

Fortunately, the frozen ground beneath provided a relatively stable path as long as one avoided the bushes.

Professor Kettleburns earlier observation was proven truethe snow in the Forbidden Forest was thinner than outside, making it easier to walk.

Theodore, however, seemed anxious and cast wary glances around, clearly unnerved by the Forbidden Forest.

No need to worry, Professor Kettleburn reassured. Lets first find a guide; follow me.

Matthew recalled an encounter from a year ago when he set foot in the Forbidden Forest with Professor Kettleburn.

They had met a clever creature called Tom, which seemed to serve as a guide.

He wondered if this was the kind of guide Professor Kettleburn was referring to.

The heavy snow weighed down the branches, causing snow clumps to occasionally fall.

Vincent had an unfortunate incident when a large pile landed on his head, nearly knocking him senseless.

Professor Kettleburn had to stop and administer a healing spell.

After a brief delay, they resumed their journey.

Due to the harsh winter, they didnt encounter any animals, magical or otherwise, along the way.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Most of them seemed to have entered hibernation.

The Forbidden Forest in winter is actually quite safe, Professor Kettleburn explained. Most dangerous animals wont emerge at this time.

Then, Professor Kettleburn began to whistle in a frivolous tone, creating a rather unpleasant sound that forced everyone to cover their ears.

About ten minutes later, Professor Kettleburn suddenly stopped, looking around suspiciously.

Whats wrong, Professor? Matthew asked with a furrowed brow.

Its nothing, Professor Kettleburn replied. The cold weather may have caused my guide to laze off. Lets continue.

Matthew sighed, his breath forming a mist as he quietly drew his wand from his waist.

Meanwhile, Gregory abruptly halted, squatting down to observe something for a moment before excitedly pointing it out.

Whats the matter, kid? Professor Kettleburn leaned in curiously.

Look at this does it look like a horseshoe? Gregory asked eagerly, pointing at a large rock with a horseshoe-shaped imprint in the snow. The imprint was vague, indicating its age, but it was preserved due to the rocks location beneath a tall English oak.

Yes, this is evidence! Professor Kettleburn exclaimed with excitement.

He quickly retrieved a glass frame from his backpack and, using his prosthetic limb and one good hand, transferred the horseshoe print onto the glass frame, preserving it much like a Muggle would a specimen.

He did so with skill, maintaining the integrity of the specimen, and cast a spell to prevent the ice and snow inside from melting.

This is evidence! he declared triumphantly. Ill show this to Professor Grindelwald and Professor Rosier before Christmas Day. Im sure theyll be incensed by the recent misconduct of the Centaurs.

Gregory beamed with pride.

Good job, boy! Professor Kettleburn patted him on the shoulder. Lets continue looking. There must be more evidence.

Professor Kettleburn continued, his voice growing more serious, These Centaurs killing my guide so ruthlessly, this is not an ordinary disturbance, its a rebellion!

Silence fell upon the group, and fear gripped the students, rendering them speechless.

Matthew glanced around, his ears filled only with the winter wind rustling through dead leaves.

Yes its a rebellion we need to get out of here! Professor Kettleburn shook his head. No, you all need to get out of here!

Hurry! Follow your footsteps and return to Hogwarts, he commanded, his voice filled with authority. Inform Professor Rosier of what transpired here. Ill stay behind!

Vincent and Gregory were slow to grasp the gravity of the situation.

However, Matthew wasted no time and began retracing their steps.

He had suspected the Centaurss actions based on Professor Kettleburns earlier warnings, but he hadnt anticipated their rebellion would escalate so suddenly.

Draco, just slightly slower than Matthew, quickly followed.

Theodore trailed behind, and Vincent and Gregory, the two plump students, were the last.

Their footsteps left a somewhat haphazard trail in the snow.

The students had inadvertently disrupted their own tracks while searching for the Centaurss marks.

Matthew relied on his memory to guide them back along their original path, but something was moving among the surrounding busheslarge and numerous.

In every thicket, the faint sound of horseshoes crunching through snow was audible, as if they were encircled by Centaurs.

Dracos trembling hand reached for his wand, but Matthew shouted, startling him, and causing the wand to fall to the ground.

Dont event think about it, Draco!

Judging by the current situation, they seemed to be surrounded by the Centaurs.

Matthew knew well that these two-legged creatures couldnt outrun the four-legged Centaurs.

Their limited magical abilities as second-year students wouldnt make them a match for the hundreds of Centaurs either.

It was unwise to provoke them with ineffective spells, as the Centaurs abhorred magic.

Any resistance could lead to being trampled by their powerful hooves.

Draco and the others werent privy to Matthews thoughts, but after spending time together, there was an inherent respect for him.

Thus, Vincent, Gregory, and Theodore refrained from drawing their wands.

Suddenly, a massive creature burst from the nearby bushesa centaur, a half-human, half-horse being.

Its upper half resembled a human with black hair and beard, while its lower half was a powerful horse.

Another followed, then another.

More and more Centaurs surrounded them, at least twenty in sight, all approaching at once.

Escape was impossible

But then, an enraged shout echoed from behind, Professor Kettleburns voice.

A massive oak tree, about ten meters high, was felled by some unknown force, precisely where Matthew and his friends had passed.

Several Centaurs were crushed beneath the fallen oak, groaning in pain.

The path of the Centaurs was temporarily obstructed.

Professor Kettleburn furiously waved his wand.

His two prosthetic legs enabled him to move through the snow at an astonishing speed.