It's undoubtedly a paradise.

The breeze was blowing, the golden sun was shining on the turquoise lawn, and a dozen children in simple clothes rushed to the centaur convoy, each with a cheerful smile on their faces.

Hearing the commotion, the adults in the treehouse also walked out, and Amosta's gaze swept over the adults in linen robes, his eyes moved slightly, each of these adults exuded extraordinary vitality, it was clear that they were all members of the Druid Order.

Amosta's gaze pierced through the barrier of the tree wall and sank into the vast space of the tree hole.

In the hollow of the tree, there were also some young people sitting cross-legged around an altar, and as they meditated, some emerald green points of light gradually seeped out of the surrounding nothingness, and as these points of light submerged into their bodies, the young people's own aura also rose slightly.

Amosta looked at it for a moment, then turned his gaze to the altar, and his expression moved.

He had seen such an altar once, and it was when he first met Cleona that she showed him a memory of the past where the former Druidic priests used ancient rituals to perform divination on the altar, looking for someone who could help them obtain the staff of the two serpents.

There were not just these meditating druids in the hollow, but also the four centaurs.

Three of them were the same people who had met Amosta and were among the best of the tribe, Ron, Bane and Ferencze. The last centaur looked very old, its hair, body, and tail were gray, and the movement outside was studying many pairs of astrological charts engraved on ancient stone tablets before reaching the hollow of the tree.

"It's Clay, Elder--"

Hearing the commotion outside, Ronan trotted to the entrance of the cave and looked out, and when he realized what had caused the commotion, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the bowstring of the full moon in his hand was relaxed again.

"We're going to leave too, Elder—"

Ferencze bowed his head respectfully towards the old centaur,

"Until the second quarter moon appears, Clay will lead his people here to protect you and them, and we will return to the woods to continue purging those evil eight-eyed spiders-"

"Wait, Ferenze--"

The centaur elder, whose thoughts were immersed in the ancient astrological chart, suddenly spoke, and carefully placed the stone slab in his hand back against the tree wall, and then slowly stood up with Bane's support,

"It's been a while since I left the tribe, and I'm going back with you."

While some were surprised that the elders were willing to give up the precious stars that the druids had kept, none of the three young and strong centaurs questioned it, and they followed the elders out of the hollow.

The Druids who lived again were already familiar with the Centaur Elder and could see that they had great respect for him, and every Druid Centaur bent down to salute him as the Centaur Elder passed them.

"Elder--"

The centaur who had been turned into Clay by Ronan bowed his head and shouted respectfully.

"How's the clansman?" The centaur elder asked in a slow, slow voice, "Have any of your people died at the hands of those evil spiders?" ”

"No--" replied Clay, "some of the clansmen were wounded in the purge, but not in danger of life. ”

Hearing that one of his people was injured, Bane snorted angrily and slashed the ground with his hooves.

"What about Hagrid, has he been here?" A hint of worry flashed in Ferencze's blue eyes.

"He wants to see you--" Clay said to the centaur elder, "he tried to convince us to make a truce with the Eight-Eyed Spider, but we refused. ”

The centaur elder nodded slowly, and then asked,

"You weren't spotted by the people in the castle on your way here, were you?"

After receiving an affirmative reply, the centaur elder looked relieved, and he was ready to tell Clay to keep this place safe for the next few days, and a little girl of eight or nine years old with long silky brown hair flashed her eyes and asked the centaur elder with interest,

"There are a lot of children in the castle, right, Elder, I heard from Sister Vitia that they all studied magic there?"

"It's not magic, Loya, it's magic, wizard's magic—"

The centaurs, who have always been unapologetic to wizards, were completely different when faced with these druids, and the centaur elder said to the little girl with a smile like a kind grandfather.

Sorcerer's magic!

The children around the centaurs looked interested, they had heard of wizard magic, but they hadn't really seen it yet.

Luoya's eyes were full of longing, and she asked expectantly,

"Will we have a chance to visit the castle, Elder?"

The little girl's question made the atmosphere around them a little duller, and some of the older children looked gloomy, obviously knowing the answer to the question.

Elder Centaur didn't answer, but Bane shook his black hair and said in a stiff tone, "There's nothing to see there, Loya, wizards are a bunch of greedy and despicable fellows who like to use their own magic to kill their kind, we don't want to deal with them, and besides, they won't welcome us!" ”

The little girl stopped talking, but judging by her expression, she didn't seem to particularly agree with Bane's statement.

The centaur elder and ferencer did not delay too long, and after giving some instructions to Clay, they left this habitat and entered the outer jungle, and after reaching the spatial barrier of the secret realm, Ferenze took out the 'key' that Clay had handed over to him, and summoned the door to enter and exit this place.

Amosta took one last deep look at this secret place full of peace and tranquility, sighed softly, and left this secret place before the door disappeared.

The old centaur was far less physically fit than the young centaurs, and every time he walked the distance, he had to stop for a moment to rest, which caused the journey home to take much longer than it had come, and by the time the centaurs had returned to the tribe, the distant castle had been rendered into a torch by candlelight burning in hundreds of rooms.

At night when the clouds obscured the moon and it was impossible to observe the stars, most of the horses who had maintained their primitive habits had gone to sleep, and only the horsemen on the watchtowers still kept their duty.

Ferencze, Bane, and Ronan hadn't been home for half a month, and after saying goodbye to the Elder, the three centaurs dispersed in eager steps, while the centaur elder walked slowly back to the highest temple in the center of the tribe, a temple made of wood.

Although the temple is simple, it has a different kind of majesty. The Centaur Elder trembled up the wooden stairs, gasped for a few breaths, and prepared to enter the temple, but when its front hooves had just stepped over the threshold and fell into view, in the dim center of the temple, a thin young man with his hands on his back and looking up at the inscription on the dome of the temple made the centaur Elder suddenly look stunned, and his old heart thumped in his chest.

The centaur elder subconsciously wanted to call out to his people, but when it saw the young face clearly, the centaur elder's eyelids jumped violently, and the cry that was about to jump out of his voice was swallowed back by it.

"What's that?"

Amosta looked at the depiction on the dome, which were horsemen, giants, werewolves, and fire dragons. Humans, many species live in harmony in a paradise.

"It was a long time ago, when the ancestors of the Centaurs lived on the island of Avalon--"

After a slight silence, the Centaur Elder gasped hoarsely,

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Brian--"

"Avalon?"

Amosta's eyebrows suddenly furrowed, his gaze withdrew from the depiction on the dome, and he looked at the centaur elder at the door, and when he saw the caution and vigilance on the old face, he asked with a little surprise,

"You know me?"

"Centaurs have never liked dealing with wizards, but we know very well that we can't completely disconnect from wizarding society, Mr. Blaine, we always keep an eye on the big things happening in the wizarding world, and I think there aren't many people who don't know you anymore, whether it's wizards or magical creatures with intelligence—"

After a moment of silence, the centaur elder did not call any of his clansmen to come, and slowly came to Amosta,

"Is Mr. Albus Dumbledore alright?"

(End of chapter)