"Where the hell is he going?"

Van Lin thought that he could already see Peter Pettigrew from a distance, but it would take a considerable amount of effort to catch up with Peter. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Peter didn't pause at all, he didn't seem like he was on the run, it looked like he was moving forward with a purpose, and every turn was without hesitation.

However, the trunk of the tree where Fan Lin had settled had completely turned dark gray, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and it was lifeless, as if he had come to a cemetery, and Fan Lin's heart was filled with a depressed feeling. Of course, there was also the danger, he always felt that there was something buried under the black dirt on the ground, or some unknown magical creature was hidden.

This made Van Lin feel very bad.

Peter Pettigrew apparently didn't think so, though, as they had been here in the first place to chase the werewolf Luping, but that time they had come here through the Centaur tribe.

Centaurs are not friendly creatures to wizards, not to mention that there is a werewolf among them, which has led to a fierce expulsion of them by the Centaur tribe.

Peter remembers that Lupin wounded a centaur with his claws, and then Lupin was hit by several arrows, and the centaurs showed no mercy to Lupin's men.

The werewolf Lupin didn't last long, and then he was expelled and chased by the Centaur tribe, and several people who originally wanted to subdue Lupin were also favored by the Centaur tribe.

These stupid centaurs have equated him with that damn werewolf.

It was a terrible night, and together they used the Animagus to run wildly, while the centaurs chased after them, attacking them with ropes and bows and arrows, and if the centaurs had not lost their original magic of the natural race, they would probably have been taken down by the centaur tribe in a single moment.

In fact, they are to be thankful for the loss of the Centaur bloodline, the loss of nature's protection, and it is said that they have angered the gods, who have deprived them of the right to use natural magic.

You must know that in ancient times, the civilization of centaurs was very ahead of humans, whether it was agricultural technology or magic civilization.

Centaurs, also known as the Sandurs, are a half-man, half-horse monster in Greek mythology. Their upper body is the torso of a person, including the hands and head, and the lower body is the body of a horse, which also includes the torso and legs. The constellations represented by Centaurs in the sky are Centauri and Sagittarius.

Centaurs are very proud and warlike, and strong centaur warriors always like to pierce their prey on their spears.

However, the Centaurs' abilities don't stop there. The centaurs, who were closer to nature, also possessed the ability to control plants, and their friendship with the elves made them an important part of the elven allies at the time, and they also possessed writing, most advanced of all, prophets who belonged exclusively to the centaur tribe.

This is much more reliable than the current prophets, they rely on nature and the stars, the future that centaurs can predict is obviously much more than the human priesthood, and having two symbolic constellations in the sky makes it easier for them to obtain information from the future.

No matter how big or small, the Centaur tribe will give birth to a prophet of their own tribe, but the prophet's power is not as strong as that of the powerful tribes.

The Prophet seems to have become the norm for the Centaur tribe, and it is the only thing that the Centaurs have left since antiquity.

Even this small tribe of centaurs in the Forbidden Forest is said to have a prophet, but this is probably basically nonsense, like Trauny.

However, Peter heard that the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest was one of the larger tribes in Britain at the time, and he didn't know why, and this tribe just declined.

Due to the closure of centaurs to human wizards, many things about centaurs have not spread to the wizarding world.

However, I have to admit that such primitive tribes have the most detailed information on ancient times.

But Peter was skeptical that a small tribe like this could know anything, and it would be better to ask the vampire family if you could get his approval.

Peter has a deep understanding of the primitiveness of the centaur tribe, wooden arrow rope noose, but in order to avoid trouble, Peter still chooses to bypass this damn tribe, he doesn't have a magic wand, otherwise, he can consider avenging himself back then, he still remembers the poisoned arrow pierced his ass, which made him hurt for many days.

Eventually, there were no trees around Peter, and the ground was completely covered with black dirt.

When they were still in school, a few of them passed through the centaur tribe and finally came here, but the centaurs did not chase that far, the black dirt was like a clear dividing line, and all the centaurs did not mean to cross it.

This may be the credit of the damned taboo of centaurs, centaurs have a lot of traditions, they are proud, but they also have awe, they revere the stars, in a saying in the wizarding world, the starlight will guide the centaurs in the direction of the way.

In short, they asked the Centaur tribe to hunt them down, and from the moment they first set foot on the black land, their escape was a success.

But they didn't realize that the centaur had given up the pursuit, and they ran out for their lives, and Peter remembered that his ass was swollen all over, and even then, they had no intention of stopping.

Until...... Stepping into it......

Peter stood on the edge of the treeless, and although he couldn't feel anything, he knew that as soon as he stepped into the area, the spirits of the undead who had been sleeping underground would awaken.

Far away, in the center of the black area, there stood a stone pillar, a dry well, as if it had been standing for thousands of years, the stone wall at the mouth of its well had been weathered, the dilapidated wind chimes hung on the stone pillar next to it, and the mottled rust was a sign of his years, and it had been a long time since the wind had blown it.

As a result, the cold wind of the night disappeared here, and they could not blow into this area, as if some magic was hindering their progress.

"That's it!" Peter licked his lips, his mouth was a little dry, he was too nervous, Voldemort had said that this was the real entrance to the ruins, and the ruins they had discovered when they were students were actually a hidden thing.

The location is not far from here, it is a cave, as if the hapless wizard died somewhere.