Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 166 The Centaur Office

"Is it me? Are you sure it's not this person, or is it me who has no nostrils and has lost all my hair?"

William thought he had heard a joke that couldn't be funny.

"That's right, although I don't know why you think you have no nostrils and no hair. I clearly remember that the Dark Lord walked into the Forbidden Forest and asked us to submit to his rule. He said he wanted to complete A great cause, a war so nearly impossible to win, must involve all living beings."

Firenze shook his head. In that dream, William's appearance was not a rigid appearance manipulated by some spell, but it was completely different from the William he saw that afternoon.

"But how is this possible?"

Hearing the centaur's explanation, William still felt a little unbelievable. If he had been affected by the Imperius Curse, it was barely possible to say it, but if he was sober, it was absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing of.

Even if he became the Dark Lord, how could he not be himself?

"Unless that's really me."

William suddenly thought of his predecessor who had "walked down".

"The stars had become a mess by then, but even so, the spark above your head was still as bright as a fire-I hesitated to warn you, but I was worried that because I warned you, Ultimately, this will become a reality.”

Firenze felt a little grateful.

Horse people never reveal the secrets of the stars to outsiders, and they will never intervene to change the direction of fate, even though the stars have given them a very sufficient warning.But the future he saw in that dream was so terrifying that he was slightly shaken at that time.

"Thank you for your candor, and thank you for your trust."

William was silent for a moment before answering Firenze.He was thinking, if Firenze had really told him this dream that afternoon, how he would react when faced with such a predicament.

It is not difficult to come up with the answer.

As a time traveler, if he didn't have certain certainty, he would never take the risk, and he was smart enough and confident enough—"Even if Voldemort really resurrected, he could think of a way to get rid of him."

"No matter who wrote that dream, it must have malicious intentions. Even if what he sent looks like candy, when swallowed down the throat, I'm afraid it will eventually turn into poison."

William felt a moment of dread.

"But why didn't he just let me have such a dream? Wouldn't that be more efficient? Instead, he wanted to convey it through someone like Firenze, and the horseman also expressed this dream to me out of his own ideas concealed."

Such an idea suddenly appeared in William's mind.

He is not familiar with Firenze, and if such a dream is done by Penello, Jimmy, the Weasley brothers, or even Gemma Farley, it will have a better effect, but that unknown existence is Why did you choose the horseman?

"He must have some restrictions."

William felt that his guess should not be far behind.

"William, you must be vigilant. The centaurs have spent thousands of years observing the stars, and they have not been able to make an accurate interpretation of the future—maybe fate is like this, it does not have any shape, but it will be in the future Converging to a certain point at some point."

Firenze carefully considered every word he said, and spoke slowly.

"Thank you, Firenze, I will be vigilant."

William nodded.

The unicorn Aurora finally finished eating the leaves of the crab claw plant, and pressed her wet nose against William's shoulder, signaling that she wanted more, but William didn't touch her even in the end.

"Cunning guy."

After talking with Firenze, William, who was deeply tired, lay down on the bed.

He soon fell asleep.

Despite this strange interlude, the post-Christmas term was running smoothly, and almost all students at Hogwarts Castle found that the pace of their classes was picking up and the professors were becoming more demanding.

"For Merlin's sake, Professor McGonagall, we are not monsters like William, and we really can't make the acromantula so real!"

During a Transfiguration class, William's roommate, Jimmy, groans.

"Mr. Appleby, you just didn't try hard enough. I dare say that even when he wasn't in Transfiguration class, Mr. Buffalo didn't give up learning every detail of this creature. It was this positive attitude that made him The metamorphosis is so real!"

Professor McGonagall said very seriously.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Hearing her words, Penello coughed loudly, "I'm sorry, professor, I just feel a little uncomfortable in my throat", she quickly explained, and gave William a hard look.

But when Hogwarts Castle was immersed in happy learning, the Department of Management and Control of Fantastic Beasts, located on the fourth basement floor of the Ministry of Magic, encountered a rather small problem.

"To the Ministry of Magic, Centaur Office"

Mr. Franton, the director of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Beasts, looked at the envelope that had been handed over several times and finally handed over to his desk with a headache. He stacked the envelope together with dozens of previous envelopes on the desk. on a shelf next to it.

To be honest, when the owl first delivered the letter to the Ministry, the lady who received it almost thought it had gone to the wrong place.

"I've never heard of it. The Ministry of Magic also has a centaur office. Maybe you can go to St. Mungo's and ask? Some wizards who live there on the fifth floor always give the Ministry of Magic some strange names."

She explained it gently to the owl, and she didn't decide to report to the superior until the irritable owl almost bit her finger to bleed.

"So, these centaurs wrote to us, wanting us to recognize this wizard named William Buffalo as a centaur? Are you sure this guy with the surname Buffalo is not."

Mr. Franton pointed to his head.

His subordinate, Director of the Goblin Liaison Office, Dirk Cresswell, shook his head with the same bewildered look on his face - he was the only one explaining this to the Chief because of the flock of angry owls They couldn't find the office with the centaur office sign, so they started to grab the door of the goblin liaison office closest to the door.

"Their letters are quite sincere and seem to make sense."

Cresswell shrugged and replied.

"But didn't the group of centaurs would rather die than recognize the regulations of our Ministry of Magic? Now they have made their own claim and wrote a letter asking us to recognize a wizard as a centaur. There is no precedent for this."

Mr. Franton slapped the desk in front of him vigorously.

After the centaur office was established, no centaur had used their services at all, so that those who were sent to this office almost inevitably faced the fate of being fired-no business, and naturally no KPI.

"So we reject them?"

Cresswell asked casually.

"No, we agree."

Mr. Franton gritted his teeth and said.

(End of this chapter)