Under Amosta's eyes, Horn lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows. It's not that I didn't think of it, it's just - don't care. At the end of the day, these centaurs consider themselves independent of the wizarding world, and they don't care what wizards think of them, and therefore, they don't care what risks their actions pose to them.

Seeing that Horn had nothing to say, a trace of helplessness flashed in Amosta's purple eyes.

To say that these centaurs are completely indisputable, it is not that, at least, the settlement they are looking for for those druids is completely out of the radius of Hogwarts Castle, and the distance is very far away, even if those druid feuds come to the door, it will not affect the castle.

The only problem was that the old centaur didn't know why Vitia Cleona was lurking at Hogwarts, but it did know that the castle was mixed with intruders, and the centaurs kept it under wrap due to their druids' status as remnants of Avalon Island, and didn't even bother to warn Hogwarts, much to Amosta's annoyance.

Of course, it was with him and Dumbledore that Cliona was able to lurk in front of Moody's face at school, but there was a difference between active and passive.

Amosta rose from his mat and turned over to the wall in front of the temple. The inner wall of the wall was covered with a layer of tanned animal skin armor with many astronomical charts carved on it, and Amosta glanced at it before losing interest and looking at his feet.

After staring at the ground for a while, Amosta turned his gaze to Horn, who was a little nervous, and the meaning was self-evident.

Horn's old horse's face was full of bitterness, but eventually, it stood up silently, came to Amosta's side, and looked at the floor with its front hooves, and then, with the sound of bricks grinding in the solemn temple, a swarthy hole appeared in front of Amosta.

"You're the first wizard to set foot in the Centaur Mecca, Mr. Brian—"

"I feel incredibly honored--"

Amosta said lightly. He hooked his finger at the door, and a flaming torch flew into the main hall, following Amosta into the tunnel.

The tunnels stretched down to more than a hundred feet above the ground, and it must not be easy for the centaurs who were clumsy in casting spells to dig such a deep space, and besides, the tunnels were very dry, and it was located in the damp Forbidden Forest, which was also very rare.

At this point, Horn can only let the situation develop, even if he sends a signal to the clansmen outside, it will not have any effect, but will make Amosta Bryan furious, causing heavy casualties to the clansmen.

It followed Bryan and stepped into a sacred place that it never opened.

At the bottom of the ramp is a wide walkway, and at the end of the walkway is a dark wooden door with magic for defense.

Unlike the spells of wizards, this is a pattern carved with extraordinary power in ink by mixing together various magical things collected in nature through ancient techniques passed down from the centaurs.

In short, the patterns on the door are the real scripts, the original expressions of magic.

Amosta stood in front of the door and watched the glossy magic text for a while, and suddenly picked his chin at the magic text and asked,

"Do you still have the true magic script of the complete system?"

The answer to this question is obvious, if the centaurs possess this ability, the young centaurs will not be able to wield knives and guns.

The pattern seems simple, but when it is depicted, it leaves traces in many dimensions of space, and the pattern in front of it is just a projection of those traces in the real world. The power of the ancient magic pattern cannot be underestimated, and violent dismantling is likely to directly blow up the temple above his head into the sky, so Amosta stepped aside from the door and glanced at Horn.

The old horseman's face changed, obviously still very reluctant, but at this age, he already understood the truth that the situation is stronger than people.

"I beg you not to destroy anything inside--"

After a long sigh, Horn stepped forward and pressed his withered palm against the door.

The wooden door made a steely clang, and with a flicker of ghostly light, the world in the doorway appeared before Amosta's eyes.

Amosta's eyes narrowed involuntarily at the oncoming slaughter, and after a few seconds, he stared at the room behind the door with a slight look of surprise.

Behind the door was a room about the size of a Slytherin chamber, and the torches on the walls of the room lit automatically when someone opened the door, and the bright golden flames illuminated the spacious room.

Amosta was confronted with hundreds of stone statues of centaurs, each of them majestic and lifelike, armed with rusty spears or almost decaying bows, with expressions ranging from angry eyes to indomitable bearing.

"It's--"

"Centaurs are not like wizards, they worship the tradition of burying deep underground after death, we come from nature, so we should return to nature after death,"

Horn gazed at the sculptures and said in a respectful tone,

"But for the sake of memorial, we will take away their weapons and record their appearance in sculptures, and only heroes deserve such treatment, they are all warriors who have helped the people through their sorrows!"

Amosta bowed slightly,

"Understand, this is the 'Valhalla' of the centaurs."

Amosta had no special affection for the centaurs, but he knew what the place meant to them. Upon stepping inside, Amosta did not pass through the sculptures of the centaurs, but walked through the stately, solemn Valhalla through the gap in the wall to another door opposite the main hall.

This behavior undoubtedly made Horn have some good feelings for this great magician of the human world, so when facing the second closed wooden door, it took the initiative to open it without waiting for Amosta's eyes.

The second room still gave Amosta some shock.

It was also a huge stone room, the room was empty, and the walls on all sides were covered with stone slabs two feet in size, each with a different astrological chart engraved on it, which looked extremely mysterious.

If Aurora saw this, she would probably be excited.

A faint thought crossed Amosta's heart, and he looked at the stars on the stone slabs with a quick pace, but suddenly, Amosta's footsteps stopped at the back of the room--

Amosta's astronomical knowledge level is average, limited to the level of common sense, so he is not very interested in these star spectrums, but he came all the way to see hundreds of stone slabs, and none of the stars recorded on this stone slate are familiar to him, which can't help but make him feel a little surprised-

"These slabs don't record the planet's position?"

Amosta asked coldly.

Horn didn't expect Amosta to find out, and he said unexpectedly,

"You're right, Mr. Blaine, these tablets don't record planetary positions, but words—"

"Words?"

Amosta's eyebrows moved, and he said in a slightly admiring tone,

"Centaurs have created unique words out of astrology? It's remarkable, very creative and imaginative. ”

Instead of looking, Amosta came to the opposite side of the room, next to the third wooden door, a stone wall that took up the entire area of the wall.

The stone wall is not recorded in special words like the other stone slabs in the room, but a stone painting with simple lines - on the vast and desolate earth, there are countless creatures gathered together, and there is no war, but prostrate on the earth and bow down to the sky, and above the sky, there is an irregular closed figure filled with many messy lines that seem to represent the 'wind', like a. The silhouette of a jellyfish swimming in the water!

Amosta stared deeply at the stone painting, his face expressionless, his mind in turmoil, he really did not expect that one day he would see a similar picture again in other places.

"What is this?"

Even though his thoughts were tumbling, Amosta still asked lightly.

Horn seemed to have anticipated Brian's question, and it was not surprised, but he also looked at the pattern on the stone wall with a complex look,

"The wizards have lost their record of that history, Mr. Bryan, but the Centaurs know. It was the first time that magic came to the world we lived in, an endless period ago."

Facing the unfathomable look cast by Amosta Blaine, Centaur Elder Horn said in a hoarse voice.

(End of chapter)