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Passing over his throbbing back and head, Aven saw centaurs of all shapes and colors, most of them very strong, with arrows and longbows on their backs.

In the very center, there is a silver-gray centaurs.

He was visibly old, about a hundred years old, with deep wrinkles on his face and a white beard that was almost reaching the ground.

He is the Centaur Elder, the oldest and wisest centaur in the tribe.

As Evan observed him, he was also looking at Evan closely.

The color of his eyes was very light, and when he looked at it from a distance, he could only see a white patch.

Margaret walked over and bowed her head, not at all revealing her previous irritability.

He respectfully reported the matter to the Elders, and Evan heard him tell them that the four human foals wanted to be approved by the centaurs and tried to obtain the magical item that had been kept in the sacred temple in the center of the tribe.

Although he was very disgusted with humans, he did not deliberately smear and cause problems for Evan and them, all he said was the truth.

The centaur elder nodded, signaling that he knew about it, and Margaret stepped aside. The older centaur took a step forward, he didn't speak, and looked at Evan carefully for a moment, then looked up at the night sky, as if observing the orbit of the planets.

Just when Evan thought he would go on like this forever, he suddenly took out an unknown black herbal powder from the bag he was carrying.

He didn't make any moves, and a red flame suddenly rose in front of him.

The centaur elder slowly tossed the powder into the rising flames, which immediately changed in color from red to a fantastical dark blue, accompanied by a large amount of smoke.

"Centaurs can make predictions by burning several herbs and leaves, and by observing smoke and flames. Hermione whispered, "I've seen it in books, and it's probably the same as when we look at a crystal ball. ”

"I've never seen anything in that ball other than the lines on the table. Ron muttered, looking at each other suspiciously.

Harry nodded, agreeing with Ron's words.

Perhaps Professor Trelawney had made such an impression on him, and until now he had dismissed such a thing as prophecy as a lie.

Unlike the three of them, Evan saw something different in the blue flame through the methods Dumbledore had taught him. He felt strange fluctuations in his magic, a trace of magic hidden in the smoke floating towards him.

He hurriedly took a step back, hoping to dodge.

The centaur elder looked up at Evan again, and with a gentle breeze, the smoke blew straight in, and Evan could smell the burnt leaves. Unlike the usual spells, the strange hint of magic in the smoke didn't hurt him, it just swirled around Evan and then drifted towards Harry beside him.

Like stargazing, this is the divination magic unique to the centaurs.

Not surprisingly, this magic should be very advanced, and except for the centaur elder, Evan has never seen any other centaur use it.

They usually observe the stars in the night sky and derive an omen of fate from them.

However, this time, the horses in front of them did not do this, and before waiting for the results of the elder's prophecy, they formed a circle around Evan and them vigilantly, just like cherishing animals in a zoo, silently watching Evan and the five of them from a distance.

Most of the centaurs were looking at Harry, and they whispered in the same way that many wizards who met Harry for the first time reacted.

Only a few centaurs who knew Sirius nodded indifferently at him, and immediately looked elsewhere, pretending not to know Sirius.

The same is true of Ronan and Bane that Evan had met a month earlier, and they didn't even look at him.

In the silent onlookers, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme. The expressions on the faces of the centaurs varied, ranging from pure curiosity, to stern scrutiny, to unexplained anger, but more to doubt and distrust.

They watched from afar, and even took out their weapons.

Sirius tells everyone not to put down their wands, and if something happens, leave him out of the Forbidden Forest first, and the centaurs won't hurt the children.

Evan felt Hermione unconsciously move closer to him, and he knew that Hermione must be worried, so he expertly took the other person's small hand and signaled her to be reassured.

Hermione's palms were covered in sweat because she was so nervous. She looked at the centaur in front of her in awe, and an unknown fear rose in her heart. The centaurs looked terrifying and terrifying, as if they were about to rush at any moment.

If it weren't for Evan here, she had no idea what to do.

Just as the centaurs were watching from afar and whispering, Ferenze, with long white and blond hair, stepped out of the centaurs, looking the same as he had been more than a month ago. In an atmosphere of hesitation and distrust, his move was palpable.

Everyone looked at Ferenze in amazement, and was amazed by his audacity. No one spoke, not even the whispered chatter of the centaurs.

"It's a pleasure to see you again after twenty years, Sirius Black!" Ferenze whispered, seemingly unaware of the anomaly, and walked over calmly.

He shook Sirius' hand, like an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

After greeting Sirius, he turned his gaze back to Harry.

"Harry Potter!" Ferrencer said mildly.

"Hello, Ferenze, nice to meet you!" Harry hurriedly shook his hand.

"Me too!" said the white-blond-haired centaur with a nod of his head and in an unmistakable tone, "we are destined to meet again." ”

His expression was calm, and there was no smile on his face, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

"The trajectory of the planet has given an omen, and our fate will not end here. Ferenze nodded to Harry again, "We'll meet again." ”

He left Harry and walked slowly over to Aven, holding out his hand as well.

"In the same way, I know you're coming, Evan Mason!" his strange blue eyes looked at Evan without blinking, and said softly, "On the night we first met, the sparks that would bring war shone brighter than ever in our heads. After that, I carefully observed its trajectory, and I saw that you were ...... in this coming war"

"Shut up, Ferencze!" Margaret shouted angrily, "We swore that we would not easily reveal what we saw. (To be continued.) )