As he went deeper into the Forbidden Forest, Amosta's expression became more and more solemn.

Along the way, he found a lot of eight-eyed spider corpses, which was secondary, and the most important thing was that he didn't see any large magical creatures except for the eight-eyed spider.

You know, the Forbidden Forest has never been a quiet and peaceful place, otherwise the school wouldn't have forbade students from exploring the Forbidden Forest for so many years. There are many kinds of magical creatures living here, and some of them are extremely dangerous, but along the way, the dense forest is completely silent, as if the creatures that lived here have been expelled.

It wasn't a one-day job, and if the centaurs had done it, they had been on the move for at least a few months, but they had only ended up doing it to the sapient creature like the eight-eyed spider.

But then again, how exactly do the horses do it?

Do they have what it takes to drive all the wild and untamable creatures away without Hagrid's attention?

Call--

Amosta didn't hesitate to delay and swept through the canopy like a gust of wind, and only ten minutes later, the remembered centaur tribe appeared in his vision.

It is a circle of settlements surrounded by tall fence piles, surrounded by tall watchtowers guarding the large courtyard, thatched domes and wood-walled huts scattered throughout the territory, which look similar to the human buildings of the tribal era, except that each house is much larger than the human houses.

The centaurs are clever enough to clear the trees around their territory so that no one can peep into their territory from the trees.

The centaurs standing guard on the watchtower are also vigilant, carrying bows and arrows and spears, and are on the lookout for all the wind and grass around them, and if an uninvited guest enters, they will be greeted by a storm of attacks.

Don't think that you can easily get close to centaur territory with a little magic, these centaurs have their own unique magic, and they are themselves magical creatures with a keen sense of magic, and even because they are not as flexible as wizards in their spell casting methods, they are far more sensitive in their perception of magic than ordinary wizards.

If there are fools who think it will be easy to hunt centaurs - a few dried corpses hanging from the mast erected on the side of the gate of the centaur territory are the fate of those fools.

Now, there aren't many centaurs in the territory, and there are a dozen foals in the paddock who are sweating and practicing throwing spears and archery. Floating in mid-air, Amosta watched them silently for a moment, then looked elsewhere.

Some of them work in the fields they have carved out in their territories, some of them are crafting weapons, and some of them are washing the fruits and vegetables they have gathered. In short, there is peace and tranquility here, and there is nothing out of the ordinary. The dispute with the eight-eyed spider didn't spill over at all.

Could it be that I was wrong in my guess, that the centaurs' purge of the territory was just a spontaneous act, and that it had nothing to do with Vitia Cleona?

Amosta's eyes narrowed, but when he inadvertently mentioned it that night, the mood swings he felt in Cleona were not delusional, if it really had nothing to do with her, then what was she nervous about?

It wasn't complicated to find out about it, just go to the woods and find a centaur to interrogate him, but for the time being, Amosta was reluctant to do so, and he fell back to the ground from mid-air, staying in the woods and quietly observing the territory.

For two or three hours, nothing happened in the centaurs' territory. However, a few centaur squads of eight-eyed spiders returned to their territory from the woods, and the centaurs dispersed after returning and returned to the house to rest, without much discussion about the hunt.

There were still a few hours left in the evening, and it was raining and the woods were as dark as the middle of the night, and many centaurs lit bonfires in the fire pit in front of their houses for lighting.

As the hours passed, a thin cloud of smoke filled the woods, and the air grew colder.

The foals who had been practicing hunting in the paddock had also dispersed, and there were not many centaurs in the territory except for a few patrolling ones.

Bang Bang –

Amosta closed the book in his hand and stood up from a rock. It seemed that waiting would not find any clues, and he was going to go into the woods to find a team of centaurs to find out the situation.

At that moment, however, several adult centaurs came out of their houses in unison, and they all walked towards the small lake in the territory, and by the lake, the washed vegetables and fruits had been piled up into a small mountain.

The adult horses help each other to put the fruits and vegetables in baskets woven from withered vines on their horses, and then, forming a queue, walking straight towards the exit.

As soon as they left their territory, the centaurs moved quickly. They rushed with baskets of fruits and vegetables on their backs, and sank into the dense forest with a clear purpose.

A strange color flashed in Amosta's eyes, and he leaned in to follow.

This time the 'migration' lasted more than an hour before stopping. The inaccessibility is no longer enough to describe the primitiveness of this forest, and every trace of air has an ancient smell.

Amosta stood on the side of a large tree, his eyes wandering around, his eyes slightly strange.

He'd been around the neighborhood, and if he remembered correctly, the werewolf tribe of Greyback had previously inhabited the area.

The centaur squads transporting the fruits and vegetables slowed down, and eventually, they came to rest in front of a broken tree with roots attached to one end and the other end leaning against a hill more than twenty feet high.

After vigilantly inspecting the surroundings and finding no trace of being tracked, the leader of the centaurs reached into his vigorous silver mane and rubbed it, and after a moment, took out a small, crystal clear green leaf.

The centaur came to the breaking root of the giant tree and pressed the green leaf into an inconspicuous depression in the rough bark.

Call--

The breeze appeared spontaneously, and in the invisible world, the magic began to surge violently. The dark space began to distort and haze, and just a few seconds later, a swirling door mixed with gold and green appeared in the void beneath the giant tree!

Amosta's eyebrows froze, and his eyes flickered with solemnity.

Only then did he realize that there was a secret realm hidden here, and this secret realm was hidden in an extremely secret way, and it was not the skill of the wizard, so that even his perception could not be discovered at first sight.

The centaurs passed through the whirlpool in an orderly and rapid manner, and when the last centaur also disappeared into the whirlpool, the green leaves embedded in the bark automatically levitated, turning into a streamer and disappearing into the whirlpool, seeing this, Amosta did not hesitate, once the door was closed, it would take some effort for him to invade in, and the violent invasion would easily cause the space to collapse or be captured by some vigilance magic.

Airplanes--

The chaos of intense mana shifts and spatial forces made concealment difficult, and Amosta was preoccupied with stabilizing his mana in the 'turbulence', following the trail of the emerald meteors through the void, the web of defense woven by the magic of rejection that was rapidly closing!

After a few seconds, the pressure around him suddenly lightened. After staying in the forest for a long time, Amosta, whose pupils were adjusted to the darkness, was stimulated by the oncoming soft sunlight, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes, but his perception quickly spread to all directions, and everything around him was reflected in his mind.

The ripples in the space subsided, and the silvermane took the green leaf and hid it back in his mane.

This is still a jungle, but it is very different from the forbidden forest outside the secret realm!

It was neither dark nor damp, the ground was covered with turquoise lawns rather than decaying moss and dead leaves, every giant tree was as neatly trimmed as if it had been carefully trimmed, and the soft glow of the false sun in the sky formed a pleasant shadow on the lawn through the umbrella canopy. The refreshing scent of flowers in the air and the ethereal chirping of birds will make those who are here feel like they have strayed into a fairy tale.

Floating above the canopy, Amosta stared at the oak tree in the middle of the 'fairytale forest', the dozens of huts built on the tree, and the children who were jostroking under the trees

Ask for tickets at the beginning of the month!

(End of chapter)