Vol 2 Chapter 1087: ? Whispers in the mist

"Matilda, the wisdom of the horse people is amazing. The Ministry of Magic still believes that the horse people are magical creatures with'close to human intelligence' in accordance with the second paragraph of the 15th decree of the Department of Magical Animal Management and Control. Wrong, I also think this is a great insult..." Allen paused in his tone. He carefully checked Matilda’s expression and said carefully, "I can’t make decisions for all the Ministry of Magic, nor can you. Make the decision for all horsemen, but if we don’t take a more positive attitude...but you can let the British Ministry of Magic set a correct example and let you as a horseman be reclassified into the category of'human', which will be even better The representative meaning also allows us wizards and you horses to have a better life for each other. Don't let yourself suffer more because you don't want to share your identity with dark creatures such as dominatrix, witches, and vampires."
Humans and beasts are three classifications after the Ministry of Magic catalogued all the creatures that exist in the magical world. This classification was established by the then Minister of Magic Grogan Stump in 1811-the definition of'human' It is any creature that has enough intelligence to understand the laws of the magic society and bears part of the responsibilities in the process of making these laws; the "beast" means that it does not have enough intelligence to understand the laws of the magic society, and cannot afford to make these laws. The responsible creatures in the process of the law; and the last kind of "spirit" is not very accepted by the ghosts, they always protest and complain, which makes them appear to be "tomorrow's yellow flowers" until the then president of the Wizarding Council Ai After Alfreda Cragg redefines it, these ghosts who have enough intelligence to oppose the march ceased.
"Alan, I know you are really thinking about horsemen, but even if I agree, the horsemen of my tribe will not be happy...Tradition has made us lose the ability to change, but this is also the pride of horsemen. Matilda looked at Xinghu with deep eyes, and his people were sitting or lying freely around Xinghu, "So I can't accept your assistance, but I promise that the provocations of those pure-blood wizards will not work anymore. , Your presence here tonight is enough for me to persuade most horsemen and give them peace of mind... In addition, I can also assure you that the little wizards of Hogwarts who enter this forbidden forest in the future will be safe for them. You don’t need to worry, my people and I will look after them secretly. Although the horses may not be very nice to the ordinary wizards, they will still be happy to provide them when they see an innocent foal in danger. assistance."
"Matilda, I will not let the horseman suffer losses for no reason. I will consider a more detailed plan when I go back... and if you can persuade your people to change their minds, please tell me at any time." See the other party insisting , Allen decided not to say more for the time being. He knew in his heart that the other party had decided to bear the losses caused by the expansion of Hogwarts because of his favor that he gave them the moon gem back then.
After Allen left, the wind blew across the lake and ripples appeared. Matilda stood up from a kneeling state. Its strong horse body gave off a maroon luster. It lifted its two front legs and looked up to the sky. There was a long hiss, and the surrounding horsemen of different sizes and manes of different colors rushed towards him immediately.
　　 Matilda simply informed the people about Alan’s visit. As soon as his words fell, the horses who had been standing still couldn’t help but become agitated.
"I agree with the chief. According to the wizard's philosophy, this is originally the site of Hogwarts. We live here and should make a certain compromise." The Ma Ren Ronan's voice was low and sad, and it also attracted some support. The support of the person.
"But Ronan, if it is to ensure Alan's own safety, I am willing to pay my life for him. We promised at the beginning to let Alan's friendship with our horses live in our hearts..." Bain took the lead in commenting. " But if it were other wizards, it would be too shameful for us to do so. We are not slaves to those humans."
　　 "Helping humans is a low-handed behavior, Chief, are we going to be driven by humans like ordinary mules?" Baine's words made many young and passionate horsemen boil, echoing the roar.
"Listen to me... After Allen publicly defeated the person who couldn't say the name... You have seen the recent astrological signs, but Mars has become brighter." Seeing the clansmen arguing below, Matilda's majestic voice was loud. Resonating in this space, "The war is fiercer than we thought. We want to continue to survive here. It is not enough to be neutral... Tonight will be a sunny day. I want to stargaze on this... Ronan, I took some sage and fragrant mallow and waited for me to burn it at night to further interpret the results of stargazing."
　　 Seeing Matilda made a final response, the horses had to leave without saying more.
Although the chief made the decision, for these horsemen, when thinking of what the pure-blood wizards who came to the horse tribe had said, and when they might really want to be neighbors with terrible and magical creatures like fire dragons, There was still a lot of discussion and anxiety among the horse tribes.
And with the passage of time, on the hillside covered with lush, soft green grass, the horses have not long been completely restless, unable to be as leisurely as they used to be, and rise in the hearts of the members of this horse tribe. The anxiety and panic, the inexplicable fear enveloped them, but no matter what they did, they could not get rid of this feeling of anxiety.
This illusion is especially serious for Ronan’s melancholy and sensitive horses. By the afternoon, these horses had no energy to get together and discuss with the tribe. Many horses began to hide on the edge of the tribe. In the dark place behind the arbor, he weakly placed his head on the trunk that was so high that he could not see the treetops.
Not long after they started to participate in the discussion, a vague voice called from time to time in their hearts, and they kept making dim whispers, and whether they were running along the lake, or divination, to the many gods that the horse people believed in. Prayer can't be eliminated. The sound seems to be stationed in its mind, and there is no way to get rid of it, but its frequency seems to fluctuate. In the end, many horses even thought they had auditory hallucinations.
But after everyone exchanged this strange situation with each other, it was panic that every horseman felt this unnatural emotion, and many also heard this calling voice. This uneasy atmosphere was very Soon it filled the entire horse tribe.
　　 "Think about it, Matilda just let the expansion of Hogwarts go, this feeling has appeared in so many of us, this must be a warning from God..."
　　 "Don't talk nonsense~EbookFREE.me~ I think it's because we rejected the assistance from Hogwarts, which will make it more difficult for us in the Forbidden Forest."
　　 "Tonight we all have to carefully observe the astrology, the starry sky will reveal to us...then we will see the result of the prediction, not your personal wishes. The stars and the moon will guide us."
However, afterwards, the light in the dense forest gradually dimmed, and a gray mist was rising from the damp woodland. Although the forbidden forest itself was often foggy, it was preparing to burn for stargazing at night. Ronan, who was observing the vanilla in the future, was anxious as he watched the abnormal clouds gradually diffuse. He raised his head and looked towards the sky. The fog became bigger and bigger. If it continues, he wants to use astrological divination tonight. I'm afraid there is no hope of seeing the signs.
　　 In the evening, after the sky was almost dark, just as Ronan was worried, the bushes and undulating mountains growing on the woodland were no longer visible in the forest, and the thick gray fog had covered the entire dense forest.
The horses ran in the dense forest, shuttled in the dim like ghosts floating in the white mist, passing by the dark tree trunks suddenly and from left to right, faintly—it was obviously familiar to them. This kind of climate is also very common in the forbidden forest, but these familiar night forests, diffuse fog, and whispering calls in their hearts from time to time give the horses a strange and desolate feeling.
　　 Matilda did not give up stargazing. Under the burning of fragrant mallow and sage, she looked to the sky through their smoke and flames, trying to predict the future from the faint bright spots through the fog.