Hagrid and Ani exchanged a tacit look, and protected the little wizard on his way back.
Aini once again walked into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
There's no way, even though Bain hates him, you can't keep hanging on to him.
"Mr. Bain, do you think I should take out the drawing board now, or should I untie you?"
The previous joking words that were enough to make the centaurs furious did not receive any feedback. At this time, Bain was like a large fruit, hanging motionless on the tree.
Hmm?
Aini waved his wand to untie the vines, and after thinking about it, he used a floating spell to catch him.
Fortunately, he interrupted the centaur's free fall, otherwise Bain's current state would most likely have returned to the embrace of nature.
Aini tapped Bain's cheek with his foot and found that the flesh here was at least two centimeters thicker and swollen with blood. The entire head was enlarged and glowed with a depressing purple-red color.
He forgot that the structures of centaurs and humans are different, and the mass of the lower body is far greater than that of the upper body.
This kind of body proportion means that when hanging upside down, the lower head will bear greater pressure. If the horseman had not been in good physical condition, he would have suffered severe cerebral congestion before he was lowered.
He used the sole of his shoe to rub open Bain's eyelids, and his eyes were all red. The extremely bloodshot eyeballs could no longer distinguish the position of his pupils.
Not sure whether Bain was still worth rescuing, Ani regretfully cast a healing spell, smoothing the bark that the centaur had scratched when he struggled, walked to the big tree where Bain had just been hung, and gave him
I poured some liquid medicine prepared by myself as compensation.
"Thank you. I made this for Gedia before. I hope you like it too." Aini gently stroked the tree trunk. He could feel the joy coming from the other party, and his own mood also became happy. Different from the outside, most of the magic trees in the depths of the Forbidden Forest have developed spirituality. Although they are far from being as good as Gedia, and they have not even formed a complete self-concept, they still have the conditions to produce spiritual intelligence.
At this time, Aini thought of the Christmas trees that were cut down in the auditorium last Christmas, and suddenly felt very distressed.
"Thank you, nature's favored one, Sylvie is proud to have come into contact with your breath."
"Who?" Aini looked around, but he didn't notice anyone else nearby.
After circling the area again, Aini still found no traces left by others.
Suddenly, Aini looked at the big tree with emotion, walked over again and put his hand on it.
"Is it you? Sylvie? Are you the chestnut tree in front of me?" Aini concentrated his thoughts and conveyed his thoughts, and this time he received a reply.
"I am Sylvie, this chestnut tree is me, but not me, or every tree in this forest is me, but not me." A soft female voice passed into Aini's heart,
It also calmed down his restless heart due to the recent incident.
Sylvie means forest in Latin, and Aini thought that this might not be just a name.
Sylvie really refers to this forest. She is the collective will of all the trees, just like a beehive. The trees in the Forbidden Forest seem to be independent individuals, but in fact they are all Sylvie.
part of.
Different from the individual evolution of Gedea, a collective will like Sylvie seems to be another effective way of evolution for categories like trees that are not prone to self-awareness.
"Blessed by nature, please don't be sad for me. The individuals cut down by the half-giant are insignificant to me, and no matter which individual plant is taken out of the forest, its spirituality will return to me." p>
Aini breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. He didn't want to see the rare tree spirit in front of him get hurt.
"Sylvie, why do you call me the one favored by nature? What is nature?" Aini guessed that it has something to do with his affinity. Maybe he is really a person favored by nature.
"Nature is all things in the world. She is not the only one, nor is she eternal, but nature is endless. As long as there are still those who care about it, she will not die."
"The patron of nature is the person who cares for nature. Just like you, you will be sad for the withering of trees. The person who cares for nature will naturally care for you."
The answer Aini got was different from what he imagined, but it was more reasonable.
If you don’t pay, why should you think about the gains first?
"Thank you, Sylvie, you can call me Aini." Communicating with Sylvie, a being who is similar to the spirit of nature, made Aini very comfortable, but he still couldn't bear to give up and asked: "What will our exchange bring?"
Do you bring harm?"
"Of course not. Ani, I don't object to communicating with other living beings, but you are the first person who can communicate with me since I escaped from chaos and gained consciousness. I am very happy to meet you."
"Me too."
"You can contact me by touching any tree in the forest. I'll see you tonight, Aini. Maybe you need to deal with some things. The guys on the ground are waking up soon. Goodbye."
"See you tonight, Sylvie."
After exiting the spiritual link, Ani walked towards Bain.
Mr. Centaur's breathing became louder, and he was trying to open his eyes to look over. His red eyes looked really scary.
He found that the wizard in front of him was different from those he had encountered before. He seemed to not care about his own life or death at all.
This made Bain, who liked to commit suicide in front of other professors at Hogwarts, suddenly want to survive.
It's a pity that he couldn't pronounce a complete syllable at this time, so he could only convey to Aini with his eyes, save me, save me, save me! I can still be rescued!
But after these eyes were magically transformed by those red eyes, they were naturally accepted by Aini and became——
So through the red perspective, Bain discovered that Aini did not come to rescue him as he expected, but instead circled around several trees, not knowing what he was looking for.
In Aini's view, the centaur on the ground is hopeless, not because of his body, but because Bain's will to resist the wizard is too firm. Even if he is let go this time, the centaurs' belief in hating wizards will definitely cause trouble.
Big trouble.
If a young wizard who breaks into the Forbidden Forest is harmed, it will be a big trouble for both Hogwarts and the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest.
Rather than doing this, it is better to solve the problem now.
Putting his hand on the big tree nearby, Aini passed on a message.
"Sylvie, how is your relationship with the Centaur?"
"It's optional, just deal with it as you like. I hope you try not to hurt the Bowtruckle. Of course, I know you've never done that. The little guys who know you like you very much."
"Okay, I'll meet Sylvie later. The little cutie over there is not growing well. I'm going to help it."
Taking away his palm, Aini decided to add some nutrients to the apple tree opposite. The centaurs were larger, so the pit had to be dug deeper.