It was a peaceful and peaceful village, with a large flat area of thatched domed wooden houses, and horsemen with wooden spears and bows and arrows walked on the criss-crossed stone paths, vigilantly surveying everything around them.

Tribe of centaurs?

It was obviously not the first time that Banban had been here, and after confirming his location through the tribe's station, he hurried away in a different direction, and Amosta, who had already set a mark on Banban's body, did not hurry to leave, he looked at the square in the center of the village with great interest.

There, there were more than a dozen old centaur elders who were divination, and they surrounded a raging flame, throwing a large handful of sage and fragrant mallow into the flame from time to time, and the original red flame suddenly appeared a mysterious green in the moment of contact with these herbs, and at the same time, a mysterious magic power was brewing in the void.

The centaurs have long been known in the wizarding world for their divination, and before coming into contact with the Druids and the Hogwarts Founding Four, Amosta didn't value this branch of magic.

Because this skill requires too much talent, ordinary wizards have no chance of entering the room, and even Professor Trelawney, who teaches this class at Hogwarts, is just a 'magic stick' who relies on the reputation of his ancestors.

Most importantly, the future you can see is just one of the countless splashes that have been scattered over time, and the results you predict may be very different from the real future.

But after the trip to Avalon, his views on the subject changed slightly.

"Hmm, would you like to take the time to ask the centaur to come over and help tell your fortune?"

Amosta groaned.

In his astonishment, Peter had already scurried a long distance, and Amosta did not delay any longer, without alerting the centaurs patrolling around the village, and sprang out silently like a ghost.

The area where the centaurs live can be regarded as the depths of the Forbidden Forest, where the deep hell, the tall black oppressive trees give people an indescribable sense of oppression, and in the darkness, lurking among the kings of some magical creatures, at the top of the food chain, they are born with a sense of consciousness that ordinary wizards do not have, and when Amosta floats in front of them like the wind, some can even faintly detect clues.

However, whenever they were about to follow their instincts, a sudden appearance of cold killing intent and a heavy pressure like mountains and seas always discouraged them.

Ten minutes later, Amosta finally caught up with Spotted.

Its swift branches and vines leap through the trees, and its agility is almost unbelievable.

Here, the earth has begun to rise and fall, rather than being flat like a plain, and the occasional brown or yellow hill stands out in the midst of the sea-like forest.

Looking back, the towering Hogwarts main castle had turned into a faint black mark in the horizon.

Spotted slowed down, disguised as a normal rat that had come out to feed, creeping humbly among the rotting leaves, nibbling on a berry that had fallen from a tree.

Amosta floated in the air with a blank face, his gaze away from Spotted, pointing to a rocky mountain half a mile away, and then from far and near, staring at the rotting tree holes in the rhizomes of some tall trees.

Bang!

A crisp roar suddenly appeared in the deep sea-like forest, and two guys in underworld-style black robes squeezed through the thick darkness and appeared in Amosta's sight.

In fact, a man dropped his dead branch key on the ground, and dragged a Muggle disguised man with his companion who had lost signs of life and looked at the rocky mountain.

"Stop--"

When the two of them crossed a certain line, the forest suddenly became lively, and a fierce werewolf appeared from the place where Amosta's eyes landed just now, these werewolves looked very down, most of them had very old robes, and even holes everywhere, and many of them had weapons in their hands that were their claws, not even a wand.

"Where's the chief?"

Everything in the two werewolves who returned asked hoarsely.

"Femdom in the hole a fool who doesn't want to welcome a new student--"

Among the werewolves on guard, there was a werewolf standing on the horizontal branch of the tree, he stared at the dead 'prey' in the hands of the two people, and the body had more traces of being bitten and gnawed, and smacked his mouth in dissatisfaction.

"Muggles again?"

"Wizards aren't that easy to catch!"

The returnee said angrily,

"And if wizards disappear frequently, the Ministry of Magic will definitely make a big move, and they will always find out who kidnapped them."

After a few words of conversation, the vigilant werewolves moved out of the way, and the two werewolves, who were anxious to show their merits, did not hesitate to drag the stupid Muggle who longed for eternal life towards the rocky mountains.

Spotted hides under the thick rotten leaves, and his little black eyes reveal a little joy.

I just wanted to try my luck, but I didn't expect that Greyback, who threatened the Malfoy family, and his werewolves were actually still living here.

Many years ago, when Peter was still at Hogwarts, the four of them had gone deep into the Forbidden Forest, intending to venture out into the Centaur tribe, but they accidentally learned from a conversation with several centaurs that werewolves were infested deeper in the Forbidden Forest.

This immediately aroused Jaime and Sirius's interest, but they didn't reveal their thoughts at the time, because Remus was with them, and they all knew what caused Remus to become like this, so he found another opportunity to follow the direction that the centaur had said.

Because of fear, Peter had a rare expression of his wishes, but, as he had expected, his thoughts were insignificant and not enough to reverse the decision of James and Sirius.

This was many years ago, when they had just mastered the skill of Animagus, and if it weren't for Lucius's visit to Amosta Blaine today, which let him know about Greyback's feud with the powerful dark wizard named Golden Viper, he would have almost forgotten this past completely.

These werewolves disgusted Peter and feared their madness.

After confirming that they were still here, Peter did not want to linger for a moment, and after retreating outside the cordon, he ran wildly in the direction of Hogwarts.

Amosta looked at Peter as he departed, and then at one of the mountains that stood abruptly in the Forbidden Forest, and there was a lingering chill in his indifferent eyes.

After a brief hesitation, Amosta did not continue to approach the rocky mountain, but followed Peter.

The road back was faster than it had been, and before twelve o'clock in the morning, Spotted was back to his 'cozy' little shack.

ps: I'm sorry everyone, the state is not very good these days, because of the book, my own work has been greatly affected, the company's leaders are very dissatisfied with my mental state, and they have already taken action to get me, I will adjust the state as soon as possible.

(End of chapter)