"Oh my God!!"

"Incredible!!"

Onlookers, the horses looked at the ice sculptures that were gradually forming.

His eyes were full of shock and horror.

Is this the magic that humans can master?

Where is magic here, it's a miracle.

Besides, the foal in front of him is still so young - is he fifteen?

A question arose in the minds of all the centaurs.

If even a foal like this has such strength. So just how powerful are those top human wizards, the legendary Dumbledore?

Isn't he like the legendary Zeus? King of the gods?

Suddenly, a sense of absurdity crept through their hearts.

What we originally insisted on was just a joke?

In the face of absolute power, even if you know your fate, what can you do?

Do we have what it takes to change?

They marveled, they suffered, they were like bound lambs.

Until—above the earth, the boy suddenly fell.

It fell like a boulder in dust.

It's too late to think.

"Owen !!"

The shrill screams of girls were heard in the forest.

It was hard to believe that the elf-like girl could display such violent emotions.

She looked at everything in front of her with tears in her eyes, unable to believe it.

But that's what happened.

Just after the boys, the horror of freezing a few acres of land.

Straight to the ground.

Her emotions collapsed instantly.

"Owen!!" Hagrid also came out of his distraction.

He panicked more than just whether Owen was injured or not.

He was even more alarmed by the cracked icicles.

"Click~~~"

Icicles in the sky reflect countless points of light.

Then the roars of countless monsters came and went.

The dark tides surged wildly, and the dead rushed out of the frozen earth.

Hysteria came at all living beings.

"Look!"

"That's—"

At this moment, a louder roar was heard.

The centaur on the high wall pointed to the sky.

I saw a silver-white dragon soaring into the air, with an unstoppable momentum, soaring straight into the sky.

It flew higher and higher, and grew larger and larger, going from the size of a palm to dozens of feet in just a few seconds.

The body is like a pearl, and the light is refracted brightly.

Against the backdrop of the night, the silver dragon stands out like the moon.

It is more crystal clear and brilliant than the stars.

Then another dragon roared: "Roar! ”

A waterfall of flames poured down like the Milky Way flowing backwards, and the sky was reflected as if it were on fire.

Magma flames sprinkled over the earth.

Acres of land turned into flames in an instant.

"Hiss !!"

The sound of cracking and disintegrating began to echo through the forest.

Those dark and evil creatures lost their bodies in an instant by the flames.

Then it reorganized in flames, and then it disintegrated.

Hagrid stood still, stunned as the dragon soared through the sky.

He is like a hero, and he can set off a tornado with a wave of his wings.

The wind fueled the fire, and in an instant the flames burned more violently.

Even though he was far away from the fiery red, he could still feel the waves of heat constantly pounding on his face.

"Oh my God! That's- that's Bakar. ”

Hagrid felt that he would never forget the shocking sight in front of him for the rest of his life.

It was as if a corner of the sky had been torn open, and the dark clouds were pierced in an instant, and then flames poured down from outside the domain. It was like an apocalyptic scene, like a big hand holding his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Look! The monsters, they're scared. "Sharp-eyed centaurs noticed.

Blocked by magma-like flames in front of them, the group of dead finally stopped making useless impacts, because on the other side of the forest, there were still living people.

Then, a large group of dark creatures began to turn around and pour back into the forest.

Come and go fast, and disappear in the blink of an eye.

———— until this point, Hagrid had not shaken off the shock he had just had.

It wasn't until the dragon in the sky grew smaller again and landed on Owen, who had fallen to the ground, that he reacted.

Then he strode over.

Bakar landed on Owen's shoulder.

Affectionately against his neck, as if trying to wake up its owner.

But the boy didn't respond no matter how much he fiddled.

If it had been so naughty in the past, it would have been grabbed by Owen on the back of the head and thrown out.

"Owen!"

Hagrid rushed over, and he reached out to pick Owen up.

I saw that the child in my arms was pale and terrible.

Blood from the tip of his nose kept pouring out.

The whole person's body temperature is in an abnormal fever.

The forehead is covered with fine sweat.

"He-" Luna raced to Hagrid as she carried Shylock.

She held Hagrid's head to her waist and looked straight at Owen in his arms.

"We have to get back to the castle." Hagrid said.

"The magic is out of control in his body, and it's dangerous."

As an expert in magical beasts.

Hagrid could easily see how bad Owen's health was at this point.

This kind of magical riot is usually only found in the case of six, seven, or eight-year-old wizards, and they have all suffered severe physical and mental torture.

And the next step.

This condition can evolve into a well-known disease.

Silently.

Parasitized by the dark forces, he becomes an obscure person who can get out of control at any time.

Hagrid couldn't understand why such a fourteen-year-old wizard could still lose control of his magic, but the reality was that if he didn't intervene, it would be inevitable that Owen would become a silent one, and it might even worse.

For example, the magic power goes out of control and death comes.

“.”

Hearing this, Luna did not answer.

Her silver eyes stared at Owen with heartache.

There was a resoluteness in the eyes of the slightly raised mist.

As a true Ravenclaw.

She possessed even more wisdom than Hermione.

When it comes to time travel, she can accept and understand it far faster than Owen could have imagined.

If they are really in the past and are completing a great adventure, then this adventure must have ended in the future.

And she, her past self, had never met Owen in the castle, or rather, the professors did not appear to have met Owen.

You know, although the four deans have a lot of criticism about Owen.

But it is undeniable that neither Professor McGonagall, nor Professor Flitsch, nor Professor Sprat, have admitted Owen as the best student they have ever taught.

If Owen had an accident, it would be impossible for these professors not to show a little.

So, no matter how difficult it was for her to accept, the truth was that Owen definitely didn't return to Hogwarts Castle at this time.

Rather, elsewhere.

Knowing this, she stretched out her hand to endure the grief in her heart, soothing Hagrid's agitated mood as well as herself.

and pacify the two little beasts.

Shylock looked up, blue eyes as stars as puzzled as Luna, not understanding why the little witch was trying to stop herself from bringing her master back to the castle.

But the master trusted her———— so gradually the hair on Shylock's neck, the golden light slowly extinguished, and returned to normal.

It's just a pair of small cat heads still rubbing Owen's cheeks up and down in a hurry.

"What's wrong with him?" Just as Hagrid and Luna were worried about Owen's current state.

behind them.

A centaur leaps from a not-so-towering wall, with a haughty face with high cheekbones and long black hair.

"Hagrid, what's wrong with the foal?" There was a touch of respect in the centaurs' tone, no matter how deep the gap between the two races was in the wizarding world.

Strength can always fill these up.

And that's the best way to earn respect.

"Margaery?" Hagrid seemed to know each other, but his tone was not very pleasant.

"He's in terrible condition and needs to go back to Hogwarts for treatment."

"Maybe we can help you!" Margaret whispered.

Behind him, a large number of centaurs appeared one after another.

Bane, Ferencze, and Ronan.

"Centaurs are good at healing!" Ferenze approached them.

His blonde hair hung low, and his melancholy eyes were full of respect that could not be ignored.

"Please accept our help!" Ronan also spoke at this time.

He has always been the representative of the least willing to come into contact with humans. Now it is a change from the previous attitude.

Hagrid looked at them.

With an anxious look on her face, her arms kept urging Luna, hoping that she would lead them out of here as soon as possible.

He's not trusting the centaurs.

It's not a little family.

Hagrid knew that centaurs were a healing race.

But the situation at hand is not something that can be solved by treating the wound. He had a hard time believing that the civilization of the centaurs could reach the heights of healing the Silent Ones.

Even in the wizarding world, the defaulter is a terminal illness.

No defaulter has ever lived past the age of twelve.

Just as Hagrid waited anxiously. Luna beside him, as if she had suddenly received a revelation, and in the dark, she sensed that there must be something on the other side of the centaur wall that had a great influence on Owen.

"Maybe we can try." She said.

Hearing this, Hagrid looked at her in the wrong direction.

"Aren't centaurs good at healing?" She tilted her head and looked at the tall centaurs in front of her.

"Maybe they have a better way."

- Hagrid stunned.

He knew that with Owen's current state, even Dumbledore couldn't do anything.

There had been a silent man who had sought his help, and the young man's end did not seem to be very good.

If only the centaurs could really have a way.

He kept a kind of expectation, or rather a fluke.

Finally, he nodded helplessly.

O Merlin!

Hagrid's heart cries out for a miracle!

Then, they followed behind the centaurs, in a uniform gesture and respectful look from the centaur warriors.

Slowly came to a low, hidden staircase.

Walk up the stone steps. Step on that high wall.

In the next second, the two of them were shocked by the scenery inside the high wall.

Hagrid never imagined that the horsesmen, who looked rough and backward on the outside, could create such a magnificent civilization.

Who would have believed that there really was such a city in this forest, although its area is not large, it belongs to the first place that can be seen at a glance, but its architecture is magnificent and splendid.

The entire city was designed almost strictly according to mathematical geometry.

Each building corresponds to a planet in the sky, and houses are built in the city according to the rules of the nine planets (the nine planets of the wizarding world) arranged with each other.

They used a temple in the center of the city with red, blue, and white as the basic tone as the sun, and the ring structure was distributed outward in a circle.

Hagrid noticed that each circle would have a building that was lit up a little brighter than the surroundings.

He guessed that it was the current position of the planet represented by that circle.

Of course, with the exception of the temple, the rest of the centaur buildings are crude and simple.

It's almost made of dirt, stone, and wood.

There was only that temple, out of place with the surroundings.

Extraordinary double-portico large shrine with a height of more than sixty-five feet (twenty meters).

Stylistically, it clearly belongs to the classical Greek period, and is composed of columns, reliefs, triangular friezes and other decorations to form a stunning magnificence.

Walking on the neat floor, he and Luna were taken to the temple in the city by Ferencze and Ronan.

Outside the temple, a burst of smoke from the burning of herbs spread around.

The effect is probably similar to sandalwood or something.

A quiet aroma spread around them, and their restless hearts gradually calmed down.

Ferenze went to report it.

It's been a long time.

In the midst of the smoke, a centaur slowly walked out.

He immediately caught the attention of Hagrid and Luna.

Because he was wearing clothes.

Centaurs are known to never wear clothes, they think that clothes are a kind of frame, while they are free.

The centaur, the old centaur, was dressed in gray linen and had a strange jewel around his neck.

He looks old.

The hair is gray, even the mane on the horse's back is white.

Ferenze followed his side and whispered a few words in the old centaur's ear.

With that, the centaur looked up and looked at Hagrid and Luna with cloudy eyes.

Eventually, his gaze stopped on Owen in Hagrid's arms.

The old man's voice rang out, "Thank you for saving the heroes of our clan. ”

"Fate has made me meet again, and the stars have told me that a distinguished guest is coming."

"You're welcome, hurry up and see if you can save him." Hagrid said with some roughness. His brow furrowed, his eyes displeased, he didn't have time to talk to this group of unreasonable centaurs here.

"Of course, we'll have a way." The centaur elder lowered his head, and then approached Hagrid, his old hands, all the bones left dry.

The index finger is some kind of jewel-like necklace.

Then the hands slowly landed on Owen's forehead.

"I could feel it, his soul was fragile and confused, but—"

"Someone is protecting him." Elder Centaur said slowly, "He'll be fine." ”

"Please follow me." With that, he turned slowly, and the horse's hooves, whose limbs were no longer strong, stepped on the marble staircase, and a crisp sound sounded, and he walked leisurely towards the temple.

Hagrid didn't hesitate, and he immediately followed.

The tall temple resembles the Parthenon in Greece.

Or rather, the same style.

The rectangular temple, with its ante, main and apse, Antony estimated the entire area to be at least a quarter the size of a football field. More than a dozen tall marble columns prop up the temple.

The centaur elder led the two human wizards through the front hall and stopped in front of the main hall of the reliefs.

"It's a haven for the centaur spirit."

Walking into the main hall, the centaur elder pointed around and said, a touch of excitement in the old man's voice.

"The final destination of all centaurs, where the stream flows into the sea."

Hearing this, Luna was moved, although she had no intention of learning about the history of the centaurs, but her eyes still swept over the murals.

Above her head is carved a giant astrological map of the galaxy, a map of the world as understood by the centaurs.

The surrounding walls are densely carved with various texts and murals.

"Those are old prophecies, and the horses have tried to keep each one of them." Ferenze said solemnly to the two human wizards.

For the centaurs, the temple is not only a symbol of spirit and will, but also a history of their community.

"There's a prophecy about you're going to be here." The old one, probably the elder of the Centaur tribe, he spoke in a tone of vicissitudes.

"It's just that no one could have imagined that language would come true in this way."

"Prophecy?" Hagrid snorted, he never believed in that kind of thing, "It's all those god-to-god babbling things, just like Professor Sybil Trelawney, what's the matter?" Do you rely on crystal balls to see doctors? ”

"Of course not, the millennia of centaur tribes have healing methods beyond your imagination, and believe me, this will be a novel journey that you have never experienced."

"Hogwarts is more than a thousand years old, and every brick, every classroom, has secrets." Hagrid retorted, then looked up proudly.

In the bottom of his heart, there is only one place that is truly great.

Hogwarts!

The greatest magic school in the world!

It deserves his pride.

"Hogwarts is just as great." The old horse man said lightly, and there was no change in emotion in his tone.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hand.

Pointing to a sarcophagus in front of him, he spoke slowly.

"Put that kid in!" He said.

“？？？”

Hagrid looked at the huge sarcophagus, and his face turned black.

I'm asking you to save this child.

It's not for you to take care of his funeral!

"Don't worry, it's just quieter." The Centaur made an inophunt joke.

Isn't it quiet?

It's all dead, can it not be quiet?

"Whew~" Hagrid took a deep breath, so far, he can have a little luck, I hope that the old man in front of him can really have a way to save Owen!

With that, he slipped Bakar out of Owen's arms, and then carefully placed him flat into the sarcophagus.

Then another centaur approached.

In his hand he held a wine glass made of gold.

It contains a purple liquid.

"It's a potion made from palm twigs and some other herbs."

Elder Centaur explained slowly.

"Evoke the spirit world of living beings and lead them to the sanctuary of the centaur ancestors. Where he will receive revelation with a way to heal the soul. The Centaur Elder's slightly slow tone just accentuated the traces of this history.

He instructed Hagrid to pick Owen up, then brought the glass to his lips and fed Owen the purple liquid.

"Rest assured, I modified the recipe a long time ago and added honey to it. It won't be bitter. The centaur elder blinked, then motioned for Hagrid to step back.

Several sturdy horsemen slowly closed the coffin.

Others retreated to both sides.

The centaur elder suddenly pulled out an unknown black herbal powder from the bag he was carrying.

Then with a wave of his hand, flames appeared in the palm of his hand.

He poured the powder of the herb into the rising flame, which in an instant changed its color from brown-red to dark blue, accompanied by a large amount of smoke.

The smoke seemed to be guided by some kind of force, and it crept through the cracks in the sarcophagus.

Then the surrounding centaurs began to stomp the ground with serious expressions.

Some wonderful melody began to spread through the hall, and then a wonderful song came out of their mouths.

In a trance, it seems to have brought people thousands of years ago, in the land where the gods walked on the earth, and the songs of sacrifice were dignified and distant.

Even Hagrid, who didn't trust the centaurs at first, was infected at this point.

He frowned, looking at the sarcophagus.

On the other side, Luna clasped her arms as if in prayer.

But more often than not, it's like pleading.

She seemed to be back to the night of her mother's accident.

That day was the darkest day of his life.

I couldn't help but hear the song that my mother used to sing to him.

"The first witch song I sang for you: It is often said that the auspicious people have their own heavenly help, and the giant Wren once sang a song to warn his lover Lin Demo to be at a loss. You have to shake off all the dangers of your worries from your shoulders. Don't worry about other people's gossip and gossip, you should go through the road of your life by yourself! ”

Her voice was melodious and beautiful.

Repetition is the whisper of the mother.

Gentle and ethereal, with a unique vitality.

"The second witch song I sing for you: You have traveled the way out, you must restrain yourself to be careful in your behavior, and do not indulge in fun and pleasure. The goddess of fate will always give you protection, and it is yourself who often insults you! ”

"The third witch song I sing for you: Swim across the river and encounter a raging rapids, and you will be drowned in the river before you reach the top. The Horn and Luther rivers were white, and the river went to Hell, the god of death. You must be calm and do not mess around, you will reduce the danger and keep the peace. ”

It was a song her mother sang for her.

Witch song from Groa of the Norse wizards.

The fourth witch song I sing for you: If you meet an enemy, you have made up your mind to send you to the gallows. Don't panic and lose their composure, maybe they'll change their minds. In the last moment, give up the resentment against you, all by your ability to turn enemies into friends. ”

"The fifth witch song I sing for you: If you are shackled and shackled, and your hands and feet are bound, I have my own spell to break the shackles. Just sing a song to your legs, and the locks in your hands will break, and the shackles on your feet will disappear. ”

(End of chapter)