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- "””Meow?"
Fish tilted his head and looked at the group of centaurs with a cat face.
What stupid things are these guys talking about?
He understood the word "son of nature", but didn't understand the meaning, but if he understood it literally, he should also be "son of cat" or "son of Minerva", right? What is "nature"? Is there another creature with this name?
"Meow~meow~" (My name is not Son of Nature, I am Fish.)
Fish, who felt that the other party might have misidentified the cat, opened his mouth to explain.
But these centaurs didn't seem to understand Fisch's meowing, and they still said to themselves: "The Forbidden Forest is still too dangerous for you now, Son of Nature, let us escort you out. "
"I am not a child of nature, my name is Fish Meow!"? (”ń¦µw¦µ”ń)?
Fish turned into a human, and loudly protested to the centaur in front of him.
The black-haired centaur with whiskers froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Okay, Fish, my name is Bain. As you can see, I am a centaur."
"Horse people?" Fish blinked, and curiously stretched out his hand to poke Bain's body, "So, you didn't turn into humans from horses, meow?"
"That's right, we are born with this appearance, not human beings, nor horses."
Bain nodded, not paying attention to Fisch's offense at all, but patiently explained.
"Although the Ministry of Magic of human wizards has classified us as 'humans', we don't want to share the identity of 'humans' with the creatures of vampires and hags, we would rather be recognized as 'beasts'"
"Besides, horsemen don't need humans to define them. The division of the Ministry of Magic is a joke to us."
When Bain said this, a disdainful expression appeared on his face.
"Hmm I don't understand meow," Fish shook his head, completely uninterested in Bain's tirade, "I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"
First, he played hide-and-seek with Hagrid for a while, and then ran wildly with the acromantula. Fish's breakfast had already been digested, and what did he usually eat for half-human, half-beast creatures like centaurs? , is also very interested.
"I can exchange meows with you guys for snacks."
Fish took out his magic pocket, grabbed a handful of candy and held it in front of Bain.
"It is our honor to invite the Son of Nature to be a guest in the tribe."
Bain reached out to take the candy in Fish's hand, put it in the cloth bag at his waist, and saluted Fish with one hand on his chest.
"Everyone says I'm not a child of nature meow!"? (”ń¦µ”÷¦µ”ń)?
Bain smiled and did not argue with Fish, but answered irrelevantly: "Jupiter must be very bright tonight."
"Meow?"
The cat-faced Fish didn't know what Bane was doing when he suddenly brought up Jupiter.
And Bain didn't explain, he bent his front legs, lowered his body, and greeted Fish: "Come on my back, I'll take you there, it's faster this way."
"Good meow!"
Fish immediately forgot about the topic of Jupiter, and got on Bane's horse.
Just as he sat firmly on Bain's back, other centaurs approached him.
A centaur with reddish-brown hair first nodded slightly to Fish, and introduced himself, "Hello, of course Oh no, Fish, I'm Margery."
"Hello meow."
Fish responded politely.
Margery nodded again, and then teased Bain: "Huh? 'A centaur who allows humans to sit on his back is no different from a mule', who said it back then? Bain ?”±
"The child of nature is different! Can the child of nature be considered an ordinary human being?"
Bane blushed and retorted loudly.
Seeing his arguing, the other centaurs laughed loudly. Apart from laughing at Bain's stubbornness, the centaurs also had another thought, that is, in case Bain couldn't bear the shame, Then they can volunteer to top it.
But it's a pity that this little trick can't make Baine do stupid things. After a few arguments, he stopped talking and started to hurry on his way sullenly.
As for Fish, he is too lazy to correct the Son of Nature problem. He doesn't even want to explain why the centaur mistook him for a human being. Anyway, these half-man, half-horse guys won't listen, so they just ignore them.
? Ignoring the conversation of the horsemen, Fish turned around curiously.He stretched out his hand from time to time to fiddle with the longbow that Bane was carrying, and even turned around, riding Bane upside down, and then went to grab his tail.
The speed of the horse people is very fast, even with ordinary walking speed, they quickly arrived at their tribe.
"Primitive Meow?"
Fish turned over from Bane and landed on the ground. Looking at the simple "houses" and fires built of stones around him, he immediately thought of the introduction he had seen on TV about primitive people
Although he didn't quite understand what kind of human being the primitive man was, in Fisher's understanding, it was probably similar to the difference between a wild cat and a domestic cat.
The centaurs, whom Fish called primitive people, were not angry either, and Margery nodded in earnest, agreeing: "It's not wrong to say that, the way of life of human beings thousands of years ago is not the same as ours. Big difference."
"Although our lifestyle is a bit crude, the food is still very good," Bain seemed worried that Fish would dislike him, and quickly added: "We are very good at finding high-quality ingredients and high-quality spices in the forest. Occasionally, the collected spices will be exchanged for some supplies with humans."
In fact, Bain's worries are unnecessary. Fish was affected by becoming a Druid, and he did not reject this kind of lifestyle close to nature. Besides, before he was adopted by Professor McGonagall, he lived in a place comparable to horses. Much cruder.
So he didn't pay attention to what Bain was saying. He had already squatted beside a fire, staring at the clay pot that was cooking food on it. (”ń?¦ź?”ń)
"Give."
The female centaur who was in charge of stewing scooped up a bowl of fragrant thick soup and handed it to Fish.
"Thank you meow!"
Fish happily took the bowl, carefully put it to his mouth and blew vigorously.
The cat's tongue is very sensitive, but it can't eat things that are too hot.
"Are you the child of nature? My name is Palomino, nice to meet you."
"My name is Mills. The breath on your body is really comfortable. No wonder the stars say you are the child of nature."
"And me! My name is Brandvaden!"
Just when Fish was drinking the delicious thick soup with a "huhuhaha", a young centaur leaned over curiously and chatted around Fish.
"You guys are so meow," Fish put down the pottery bowl in his hand, and stuck out his slightly scalded tongue, "But I'm not a child of nature, my name is Fish, Fish Magmeow."
"But my father told me last night that according to the astrology, the Son of Nature is visiting our tribe today."
"Yes! Yes! That's what Uncle Firenze told me, that's why everyone took out all the spices from the collection to stew the soup."
The ponies haven't developed the habit of speaking half-spoken, which is unique to fortune-tellers, and they shake off the results of the adult horses' divinations.
"I don't know what astrology is! My name is Fish, not a child of nature! If you call me a child of nature again, I will get angry, meow!"?(”ń¦µ§„¦µ”ń)?
Fish protested angrily, and then ignored the ponies. After rejuvenating his little tongue, he picked up the soup bowl and continued to carefully taste the thick soup cooked by the ponies
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