Chapter 392: Astronomical Magic

After these centaurs appeared, Haige acted as if facing a great enemy. His huge body firmly blocked Sean behind him, and he held a bow and arrow tightly in his hand.

Without moonlight, the Forbidden Forest became pitch black again. Not far or near, a centaur snapped a tree branch, making one feel terrified in the silence.

"Firenze, don't think we don't know what you want to do!"

That centaur said again.

"Bane, can you not see? Neptune is so bright; we should accept the arrival of change."

Firenze said unhurriedly.

Neptune?

Before letting Haige help pass the message, Sean had already done the preparatory work. He took out an old book from his bag whose pages were almost falling apart.

This book had been in his bag since the first month he came to Hogwarts. Until now, he could finally uncover some mysteries of astronomical magic.

"Neptune represents ideals, fantasy, and fascination. The parts touched by Neptune will make us desire to transcend trivial reality and break through the limitations and boundaries brought by daily life.

The planetary belt it touches has a craving quality. We will be unwilling to accept things as they are, and this will make us feel dissatisfied or unwilling to accept the status quo."

Reading this explanation, Sean seemed to realize something, while the conversation in the Forbidden Forest continued.

"This is abandoning the tribe! Spreading our knowledge and secrets among humans, such fawning cannot be washed away! Do you want to be a slave to humans?!"

A gray centaur with distinct facial contours and rigid lines said.

Like Haige, he also carried weapons, with a quiver of arrows and a longbow hanging on his shoulder.

"Slave?!"

Haige shouted.

At this time, the centaur named Bane turned his head and said to Haige:

"You should leave, Haige. I will spare you today because you have your cub beside you—"

"Not his!"

The gray-haired centaur interrupted him with contempt.

"It's a student, Bane, a student from that school above! He is a good..."

"Regardless,"

Maguri said calmly,

"Hurting a cub is a terrible sin—especially a cub that makes the stars bright. We do not hurt the innocent. Haige, I will let you pass today. If you make such a rude request next time, you will lose our friendship."

The centaur tribe's conversation had just ended when they surrounded Firenze. Firenze's face remained calm, and nothing could be seen changing.

After Haige quietly told Sean to hide well, he inserted himself between the crowd without saying a word—the centaurs had already raised their hooves, looking like they were going to settle accounts with Firenze.

"Slave? What kind of joke are you making? At Hogwarts, teaching knowledge is something only professors would do!"

Even when things were tense, Haige was still his usual carefree self.

Bane only fell silent for a while after hearing this:

"We spent a long time to possess this ability. We respect this wizard, but we will not interfere with the trajectory of the fate stars."

"What if our actions are exactly part of the fate stars? Can you not see the phase of Saturn? That is a phase of over-defense."

After staring at the sky for a long time, Firenze spoke.

After the remaining centaurs observed the night sky for a while, their faces were more or less ugly.

They were clearly shaken.

A large group of centaurs came quickly and left quickly.

Beams of soft, dappled moonlight poured into the entire clearing again, on the soft moss, and under the lush trees.

Haige had also left here; he was going to feed the Thestrals.

He trusted Firenze and even left Yaya behind. At this moment, Yaya was playing non-stop with a bone that threw itself out.

Sean heard the sound of sparrows and similar birds taking flight in the distance, and then, full of anticipation, he walked over at Firenze's signal.

The centaurs' stories were not hard to understand. They used astronomy to predict the future and followed such a future.

But blindly following and believing in fate meant fate would also dominate everything they did. Even if this wasn't what they wanted to see.

"Sean Green, don't be afraid. Centaurs never hurt the innocent and the cubs.

But—the first to suffer are always the innocent, and this has never changed for thousands of years."

Firenze said.

"Come here and lie down. We still have some time to observe the stars."

So Sean lay on the soft moss.

"I know that in Astronomy class, you have already learned the names of these planets and their moons,"

Firenze said calmly,

"You have also drawn charts of the stars' movements in the sky. And centaurs have used several centuries to reveal the mysteries of these movements. Our research results tell us that from the sky above our heads, we might be able to glimpse the future—"

He stated it quietly, and Sean listened quietly.

It seemed that under the guidance of the stars, the centaur was willing to teach him astronomical magic; this was a hard-won good opportunity.

"Have you learned anything yet?"

Firenze asked.

"Yes, I have seen many divination books, just like this one. It is said that Mars can cause accidents, burns, and such things. When it forms an angle with Saturn, like this—"

Sean tapped his wand lightly, and sparks drew a right angle in the air,

"—it means people must be extra careful when handling hot things—"

"This is humans making things up."

Firenze said.

Sean silently decided to return the "Predicting the Future" book in his hand to the library later.

"Insignificant pain, trivial accidents of humans,"

Firenze said, his hooves making a thumping sound on the mossy ground,

"Compared to the vast universe, these things are as insignificant as crawling ants and are not affected by the movement of the planets."

It sounded very reasonable, and Sean's quill habitually took notes.

"Some wizards, for example, Sybill Trelawney. She might be able to foresee the future, I'm not sure about that,"

Firenze continued, and Sean heard him flicking his tail again as he walked back and forth,

"But her time is almost entirely wasted on self-aggrandizing nonsense, which humans call fortune-telling."

Sean felt what he said was very correct. If Professor Trelawney didn't always fool people—for example, making at least one death prophecy every year—then perhaps everyone wouldn't have to look for the real one among ninety-nine fake prophecies.

Firenze's voice sounded again:

"And what I am going to explain here is the objective, fair opinion of centaurs.

We observe the sky, paying attention to the important trends of disasters or changes. Sometimes the sky will indicate these trends. It might take ten years to confirm what we see." ===== CHAPTER 393 =====