Soon, Frenze led Merlin around the mountains to a temple made of stones.

"Hey, hey, ho, ho, ho"

After receiving Frenze's notice, the centaurs who had been waiting here early leaned against the sky and let out various horse whistling sounds.

Merlin also saw that in addition to the centaurs, there were three or five unicorns and Hippogriffs soaring through the air.

There are also many magical creatures that Merlin doesn't recognize, sneaking at them, or chasing them.

"Welcome, Lord Merlin, welcome to the Forbidden Forest World."

One wore a head with many jeweled ornaments, a wrinkled face, a white beard, and a robe carved with various ornaments.

An old centaur with bright eyes and a very wise man at first glance was helped out by two female centaurs.

"Hello, you're the prophet of the Centaur tribe, I wonder why you're coming to me for?"

Merlin stepped down from Frenze's back and poked into the opening.

He really couldn't find any place where the centaurs needed him, and there was a small world where they lived.

If you are worried about destruction, you can just move, and depending on the size of this world, it will survive for at least 10 years.

By that time, Voldemort had been killed by Harry Potter, the world was at peace, and it didn't matter if he came out to live in the Forbidden Forest.

"Your Excellency Merlin, I have prepared some special fruit desserts here, and we will talk while eating."

The Prophet did not answer Merlin's question directly, but took him to a table in the stone temple.

Merlin glanced at it and saw that there were many kinds of fruits that he didn't recognize, but without exception, it made people appetite when they looked at them.

For example, something like a grape, crystal clear and shimmering with colorful light.

There is also a small fluffy ball that gives off a flavor that looks like a mixture of lychee and longan, which is very tempting.

Merlin was not polite, but picked a few colorful grapes and stuffed them into his mouth, staring at the Prophet to see how he replied.

"Ahem, Lord Merlin, we do need your help, and that is not lying to you."

The Prophet raised his hand to let the other centaurs leave, leaving only him and Merlin, coughing a few times, and speaking slowly.

"Tell me what the prophecy is all about?"

Merlin tried other fruits, as well as some jelly-like desserts, and found the taste sweet and sour, which was very good.

"As Frenzer said, the death of each of our people will produce the same prophecy.

According to the prophecy, when the silver moon withers, the withering of the world will come, and the only way to save it is to seek Merlin.

In addition, I have a scroll here, which is filled by the last breath of the clansmen before they die. ”

With this, the Prophet slowly took a scroll from his bosom and spread it out in front of Merlin.

On the scrolls, only one figure flies in the air, surrounded by fierce winds and lightning.

A sun shone brightly in the sky, and a full moon was dim beside it.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a cloak raised in the wind behind him, and a two-meter-long staff in his hand, the tip of which shone with magical light.

Unaffected by the surrounding lightning and wind.

Merlin unconsciously touched his chin and fell into deep thought, although the person depicted in the scroll in front of him had no face, he could tell that it was himself.

There is no doubt about the truth of the prophecy, but it is so unreasonable that he has never been here before.

Even a few years ago, he was just a social animal on the earth, a calm office worker, and he didn't know that he would die suddenly.

But here, the race predicted his appearance early on, and even embodied his appearance on a scroll.

"And what does this have to do with the legendary mage Merlin Ambrosius?

I just bumped the name of the legendary Merlin mage, so I don't think there's any connection, right? ”

Puzzled and puzzled, Merlin had some suspicions that it was all the same Merlin Ambrosius problem, and he felt more and more that it was him.

The Prophet smiled, stroked his beard, and spoke.

Merlin saw the look on his face as if he was saying, I knew you were going to ask this question.

"It all started more than 2,000 years ago, when our centaur race was just an ordinary magical animal.

Just like normal animals, they can't speak, and they don't have the magical power of astrology.

Until our ancestors met His Excellency Merlin Ambrosius and touched us with his powerful magic.

He taught us not only to speak, but also to hunt, to use bows and arrows, and to build shelters.

At the same time, it taught us astrology and turned it into a paradise for us to live in.

Later, when His Excellency Merlin Ambrosius left, he left behind something and a few words for us to pass on from generation to generation. ”

The centaur prophet suddenly stopped when he said this, and Merlin was a little upset, and halfway through his speech, he was most annoyed.

"What did he leave behind? And what are the words for you to convey?

Don't forget that you still have to ask me for an errand, don't think that if you have some fruit and chat, I will help you and give you some sincerity. ”

Seeing that he didn't mean anything to say, Merlin picked up his wand and poked him around, urging him to continue.

He was now interested in what the Merlin mage had left behind, as for the Centaur Tribe......

Then see if what the Mage Merlin left behind is worthwhile, or at most they will be sent to Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry, Lord Merlin, I just made a prophecy that you are helping us and saving our homeland."

The Prophet seemed to have guessed Merlin's thoughts, and smiled.

"The prophecy is so fast, it's outrageous, right?!"

Merlin was speechless, he had also met the Sybil Trelawney professor at Hogwarts.

Having watched the entire series, he knows that this professor is arguably the most accurate prophet in the world of Harry Potter.

Every time Merlin went to see her, she was crazy, confused, and not bothered, so she had to leave.

But Merlin had seen her prophecy that just preparing a crystal ball or something like that would be essential.

But the prophet of this centaur fulfilled the prophecy in a trance, and who would believe it?

"It's the talent of our centaurs, and sometimes it strikes and the prophecy is fulfilled."

The Prophet picked up a multicolored grape and, without waiting for Merlin's question, took the initiative to continue.

"The words that His Excellency Merlin Ambrosius gave us and let us pass down are:

"Find the fragments of the Book of All-Knowing!"

"What?"

……

To be continued

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