Chapter 391: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 165

Of course, he automatically ignored the school rule that young wizards were not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest.

The gloomy March had already entered the windy and rainy April, and many nights were wind mixed with rain. It was rare to have a sunny day, so there were many young wizards at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Near evening, the young wizards reluctantly returned to the castle.

Sean stepped on the lawn that had just dried for half a day, his path the exact opposite of the young wizards returning to the castle.

Going against the crowd, he saw some particularly bright stars that seemed to have already flashed with light.

Stars, Astronomy; it was connected to Divination magic. To explain it in simple terms, it meant that celestial phenomena could help wizards who understood them predict the future.

This was not like the prophecies of Professor Trelawney that were accurate from time to time, but a true, traceable branch of magic.

Sean had always felt that Professor Trelawney's prophecies were relatively terrifying. In a short time, she would say a hundred prophecies. It would be fine if these hundred prophecies were all fake, but a real one could actually get mixed in.

And she herself didn't know if it was real.

Was there anything more terrifying than this?

Sean didn't want to know his own fate, but he was extremely curious about Divination.

Centaurs were the mysterious creatures that truly mastered prophecy magic. Sean didn't know if he could find them in the Forbidden Forest, nor did he know if the current Firenze had the heart to be a Divination professor.

But he wanted to try.

He always held the most genuine enthusiasm for magic.

The Forbidden Forest was getting closer, and the word 'Haige' on Sean's plan map was also getting closer.

Attached to the top left corner of the plan map was a small booklet, recording his actual combat performance before the checkpoint last time:

Herbology helped him pass the Devil's Snare, Transfiguration transformed a flute to help him hypnotize the three-headed dog, Charms helped him pass the key checkpoint, Dark Magic helped him defeat the chess pieces, and the broom and paper airplanes made by Alchemy all helped him win valuable time...

Looking at it this way, knowledge was indeed power.

Sean looked at the night sky already dotted with stars.

Magic, what else was waiting for him?

"There are two hours until curfew. I can only introduce you, but whether it will agree is another matter."

Haige looked at the time, which was still quite ample, and said.

Sean followed Haige to a clearing in the forest. Here, the ground was covered with soft moss, and trees grew from beneath it;

Their branches were full of lush leaves, and beams of soft, dappled moonlight poured into the entire clearing.

Haige sat on the mud with his back against a tree trunk, his arms tightly crossed over his chest. He had no interest in that annoying, completely incomprehensible astronomical knowledge, but he always knew one thing: centaurs were not friendly magical creatures, and he had better keep a close eye on Sean.

A tall centaur stood in the center of the clearing without trees, his eyes blue to an extraordinary degree.

"Sean Green."

He said.

At this time, some movement came from the forest, like the sound of galloping hooves. Soon, a large group of centaurs appeared before Sean and Haige.

"Firenze, you had better remember, this is the knowledge of the centaur tribe!"

A centaur who was older, but not much older, roared.

Night, Fourth Watch. ===== CHAPTER 392 =====