Disclaimer: see previous chapters.
They came with the dawn, when the rising sun cast grey shadows through the Forbidden forest.
They came in several tribes, each numbering from 20 to 150 members, experienced fighters and non-combatants alike.
They came shooting arrows from their recurved bows, swinging sabers and stabbing lances.
They were the centaurs, and they had been fooled.* * *
“Weasley!” Draco stomped into the Ministry of Magic as if his father still owed it. “Where’s Otter, I mean Potter?”
“He quit,” Ginny listlessly explained, as she helped Hydra with the paperwork. “He got his inheritance and quit.”
“Oh,” Draco stopped abruptly and pinched Ginny. “Does this hurt?”
“Yes!” Ginny got out of her funk and slapped Draco. “What did you do that for?”
“Personal reasons,” Draco said brightly, as he turned around and left, without telling how the goblins half-tricked and half-drugged the centaurs to rebel in a pre-emptive strike. (To soothe his conscience, he owled Granger shortly after, but time was lost.)
He went and told Genevieve Savidge and the other members of the Watchers’ Council instead.* * *
“This is an unmitigated risk!” one of the goblin elders hissed to Menghiz.
“Correct,” the ancient vampire nodded. “But sometimes something – or someone – got to give. Might as well be the centaurs. Let’s now draw back and see how the Ministry will handle this.”
And that was what they did.* * *
And throughout all of this excitement the archnemesis of Priya Koothrappali arrived in London and knocked on the door.
“Hello,” he told Priya, who – thanks to Murphy and his law – was the one to open the door. “I’m your nemesis and I am here to kill you.”
Priya slammed the door shut and fled upstairs. Things were definitely changing in London and the rest of England.End