Chapter 2878 The Unforgivable Secret (15)

Since the founding of Hogwarts, there have been many principals, and their portraits are almost all over the walls of the principal's office, but not all of them were very successful.

By Albus's standards, most of the principals were just dawdling, but the portraits of two principals were placed in the most important positions.

One is Darius Derwent, who was a therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital before becoming the principal of Hogwarts. Because of her outstanding contributions in the medical field, her portrait is also in St. Mungo's.

The other is Everard. Due to his outstanding performance during the Goblin Rebellion in the 17th century, his portrait is hung in the Wizengamot Council Chamber of the Ministry of Magic.

He was a wizard with gray hair and glasses. He looked a little hunched in the portrait, probably because he was already old at the time.

But in Charles Rookwood's memory, his hair was still black and he didn't wear glasses. Although he looked in his fifties or sixties, he looked very energetic and energetic next to two old professors in their twilight years.

"How could Merlin's beard happen to be like this?" Everard said in surprise.

"It's my fault." Percival said ashamedly. "I told her to make good use of her talents."

"If you say so, I am also at fault." Charles Rookwood said, "I taught her how to use her powers."

"I don't think we are gathered here to prosecute." Everard said quickly. "The goblin miners gathered in Hogsmeade and asked for goblin representatives in the Wizengamot. I just asked the Ministry of Magic and they refused.

The goblin's request."

"Why?" asked Percival.

"Greed and arrogance." Everard said coldly, "They hope that the goblins can produce more magic silver, rather than asking for too much power."

Charles and Percival looked at each other, and then Percival said.

"Excuse me, Headmaster, do we also need to hand over the Sword of Gryffindor?"

"Goblins are just as greedy as humans. If we give the sword to them, they will come to us and ask for more." Everard said seriously, "Hogsmeade, even this school."

"So...we have no other choice." Charles said worriedly.

"Activate the defense system and inform the students that the start of school will be delayed this year." Everard said, "Let all teachers be prepared and ready to join the war. This is not only for Hogwarts, but also because we are all wizards.

A member of society.”

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the principal's office.

"Principal, there is a passerby who has important information." The person outside the door said.

"Come in," Everard said.

Then the door opened, and a tall, thin, ascetic-like wizard walked in.

He looked around the principal's office, and then stopped at Everard.

"Are you the principal?" a passerby asked in a high-pitched voice.

"I am, what is your name?" Everard asked.

"Everyone calls me Lagos."

"So Lagos, what information do you have to tell us?" Everard asked.

"You have a lot of weird neighbors, why do you allow centaurs to live in the forest?" Lagos asked.

"That's not allowed," Charles said. "They got here before us."

Lagos shook his head, "The centaurs don't like the goblins who mine everywhere, and they also don't like the humans who have no sense of boundaries. I heard that the goblins plan to recruit the centaurs to fight against you."

"How to fight?" Percival asked.

"Arrows made of fairy magic silver and 'armor protection' will no longer be able to defend against centaurs' arrows. Even worse, they can shoot without aiming. A pony can also become a sharp archer."

"Where did you hear that?" Everard asked.

"Just yesterday, at their headquarters," Lagos said.

"Why did the goblins allow you in?" Everard asked.

"You have so many questions, principal. I've told you the information I know. It's up to you to believe it or not."

After saying that, Lagos left the principal's office, and the memory in the pensieve disappeared.

Pomona looked at Sam Batal.

"Is that true?" Severus asked Senbaatar. "Did goblins really make those arrows?"

"I'm afraid so," said Sen Batal.

"But there are only 50 centaurs in the Forbidden Forest, what can they do?" Pomona asked.

"They hold secrets that we don't know, just like the mermaids in the Black Lake. They also have their own alchemy." Sen Batar said, "It's just that it has been passed down to this day, and their magic has also declined, and Loba needs to be raised."

Insects as weapons.”

Pomona remembered the mermaid's trident in the Black Lake. They were more like cold weapons or harpoons.

"So what do you want us to do?" Severus asked.

"Help those children." Sen Batal said, "If they do something wrong, stop them in time."

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand," Pomona said.

"Turn around," Sen Batal said.

Pomona did as he was told, and some more pictures appeared in the Pensieve.

It was a bare hill with a few trees growing on it, but several pillar-like things soon "grew" on the hill.

Standing in the distance were Isidora and Charles Rookwood. Isidora waved her wand, making the pillars grow taller and longer.

Rookwood watched from the sidelines without any intention of stopping it, even as if he was watching a spectacle.

"Well done, Isidora." Charles smiled and said, "Your talent is truly amazing."

"She built this tower," Pomona said, looking at the scenery in the Pensieve. The hill was exactly the same as the foundation on which the Sen Batal Tower stood.

"Such a powerful power cannot be placed in the hands of the wrong person, but we all agree that Isidora is the right person." Senbatal said sadly, "She was originally going to be our successor."

"Were the Centaurs involved in the rebellion?" Severus asked.

"Isn't it written in history?" Sen Batal said slyly.

"I want to know the 'truth'," Severus said.

"No matter whether they are in good faith or not, no matter whether they have the ability to do so, no one can be sure of the irreparable consequences of interfering in affairs without authorization. Charles told the horse people so, and the horse people think so too, unless they feel that 'fate' has arranged for them to be so.

Do it," Sen Batal said.

"What fate?" Severus said.

"The Sword of Damocles," Pomona said.

The two looked at her together.

"A centaur once almost assassinated a minister of magic because of a joke." Pomona looked at Sen Bartal and said, "He was in the bar at the time."

"Arrows can keep those who revel in victory awake," Severus said.

"But it will also bring disaster to the centaurs." Pomona said coldly, "They will be the same as the Peruvian Venomous Dragon."

"What's the difference? They are also in the 'protected area' anyway." Severus said.

Pomona shook his head.

She now knew why the centaur beat him so hard when giving him a "lesson" and why they had no contact with him after this friendship.

"You know what you're dealing with now," Sen Batal said. "Good luck to you."

"Let's go." Pomona said, taking out his broomstick, and it took off smoothly.

"With the protective magic gone, how can we guard against intruders?" Severus asked.

"There is nothing to take from this place." Sen Batal said with a smile, "Except for a few pieces of paper and a few broken brooms."

"And your portrait." Pomona smiled and said, "How about changing places?"

"I prefer to stay here and watch the stars quietly," said Senbatal.

"Let's talk next time," Pomona said, then flew over the egg with a broom and took the key away.

"Goodbye," said Sambatar.

Then Pomona flew out of the window and out of the tower.

Not long after, a puff of black smoke came out from inside, and they flew towards the school together.

Some people may wonder why Hogwarts and Gringotts are both known as the safest places in the world, but there are so many dangers?

There is an old Eastern proverb that goes like this: Live in sorrow and die in happiness.

It is a pity that even if there is a sharp sword hanging with only a horsehair, some sensible ministers will take it off and let the king enjoy it. After all, it would be a spoiler for the king to have such an unsafe thing appear at the banquet. How can the king concentrate on it?

Indulging in the fine wine and beauties prepared by the courtiers?
Chapter completed!