In the gloomy temple, an illusory chain with golden flames left the tip of Amosta's staff and quickly sank into the stiff brain of Horn, who seemed to hear a crisp 'click' in a trance, like a solid lock locking.

"It's so high that I have to--"

Amosta's wand dropped slowly, and said in an apologetic tone,

"I've sealed your memory from just now, and as long as you don't mention it to anyone else, then there won't be any problems."

If it was mentioned, what would happen, Amosta Bryan didn't say it explicitly, but Horn wouldn't have guessed it, and the most likely outcome would be death. Anger and sorrow were useless, and Horn, who had been silent for a long time, nodded slowly, indicating that he had understood.

"That's good—"

Amosta breathed a sigh of relief, he looked out the door, the night was extremely oppressive, and the treetops swaying desperately under the howling wind added a little horror to the bleak night,

"Well, then, about the centaurs accepting the druids to live in the Forbidden Forest. Again, this is a big deal that can't be overlooked, especially in the long run, and it may pose a risk to Hogwarts."

Horn didn't speak, helplessness was written on his old face, no matter what Amosta Bryan did, the centaurs had no room to resist, this person was not Albus Dumbledore, he wouldn't.

"So, I can't be arbitrary, I need to call Dumbledore over and listen to him, after all, he is the headmaster of Hogwarts."

Horn looked at Amosta and blinked in surprise, thinking that Amosta Bryne had made up his mind to sweep the druids out of the Forbidden Forest.

A hazy silver light surged from the tip of the staff into the endless darkness of the night. This made Amosta breathe a sigh of relief that his Patronus was still functional, and there was no damage.

Although the centaurs of the tribe obeyed Horn's orders to return to their rooms, none of them could relax, and Amosta could detect that in the closed rooms, nervous eyes were peering through the cracks.

"By the way, how did those druids from the secret realm end up in the Forbidden Forest?"

Amosta, who was standing at the door blowing a cold wind, suddenly turned his head and asked,

"I mean, isn't it easy for hundreds of people to quietly enter the Forbidden Forest without being discovered by a single person?"

"They're using the teleportation array," Horn's voice was muffled and didn't sound very happy, "it's an ancient way to teleport, similar to wizards' apparitions and portkeys. ”

Bang!

A brilliant fire extinguished the darkness like an abyss, and Dumbledore, dressed in a purple silk nightgown, walked out of Fawkes's flames, his blue eyes looked around, nodded at Amosta, and looked at the centaur elders in the hall with a smile,

"Good evening, Horn, oh my God, you look so old, how long have we not seen each other, fifty years?"

"Not that long, Professor Dumbledore—"

After Dumbledore appeared, Horn looked much more confident, and he finally puffed up his chest and tapped the floor with his hooves,

"Have you forgotten, when the wizard who can't even mention his name was most active, you once came to me, hoping that the centaurs would join the fight against him."

"Ah, I remember—"

Dumbledore said happily,

"It was a frank exchange, and you told me that the centaurs would never get involved in the wizarding wars, and that if Voldemort came to the door, you could use your own strength against him, but luckily Harry Potter thwarted Voldemort's plot and the situation didn't get to that point—"

The corners of Horn's mouth twitched, and it picked up the teasing in Dumbledore's words.

"--I happened to go downstairs to get chocolate milk, and then I noticed a change in magic on the side of the centaur tribe, and I was hesitating to come and have a look, and then I received a message from you."

Dumbledore looked at Amosta, and he noticed that although Amosta looked no different than usual, there was a lot of worry in the depths of his eyes.

"What's wrong, Amosta, what's wrong?"

"That's—" Amosta turned and walked into the temple and came to Dumbledore,

"There are a few things I think you need to know, Headmaster, our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, I mean, Vitia Cleona and our neighbors have made a deal with the centaurs, and the centaurs have found a place in the Forbidden Forest, where the werewolf tribe of Greyback live, and established a secret realm, which Miss Cleona has made the new home of the Druids—"

Rao is Dumbledore has seen countless winds and waves in his life, and he was shocked by the news that Amosta said, and he couldn't speak for more than ten seconds.

"It's amazing, Horn--"

Digesting the multiple layers of meaning behind this, Dumbledore looked at Horn and said, "I always thought that centaurs didn't want to deal with all humans, so you just don't like to communicate with me?" ”

"It's not the same thing, Dumbledore!"

Horn glanced at Amosta and said in annoyance.

"What's your attitude, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Amosta asked,

"As for the Druids who moved into the woods, will they be expelled after a while, or will they turn a blind eye?"

In any case, it would not be appropriate to expel the Druids from the Forbidden Forest immediately, both for humanitarian reasons and for Amosta's own plans, to keep Chryona lurking at Hogwarts.

"Can you take me to see them?"

Dumbledore had apparently seen through the risks of keeping the Druids in the Forbidden Forest, these people were deployed by Cleona, so would they follow Voldemort in the wizarding world after Voldemort's return, or would they cause some trouble that they didn't have to face?

"If you insist, Professor Dumbledore--" The centaur walked towards the door, "I asked Ferenze to bring the key, we must—"

"There's no need to go through the hassle."

Amosta glanced at Fawkes, who was hovering over the beam, and the clever Fawkes immediately spread his wings and soared into the air, and a colorful ball of fire enveloped several people in the temple, and after a crisp roar, there was no one in the temple.

"Ah, I think I found out--"

In an instant, Dumbledore and Amosta and Centaur Elder Horn appeared in the deep forest, the three of them fell from the ground, after Dumbledore fell to the ground, his penetrating blue gaze quickly locked on the space under the collapsed beam, he carried the hem of his nightgown, and jumped over a few vines to the bottom of the beam.

Fawkes landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, its ruby eyes tilted its head flickered a few times, and suddenly, it flapped its wings and shed a bright light in front of it. The brilliant light of the aurora intertwined a circular door in mid-air, and the scene within the secret realm had already appeared.

Dumbledore did not step through the door and entered the secret realm, but just stood outside the door, with a solemn face, quietly looking at the world in the secret realm, looking at the huge oak trees at that moment, which were the tree houses on the horizontal branches, watching the practicing druids drawing life energy from the void, and watching the children walking through the fairytale woods and laughing

"Oh-"

Neither Amosta nor Horn said anything, waiting for Dumbledore to make a decision. After about ten minutes, Dumbledore suddenly looked at Amosta and said kindly,

"I think they're safe—"

Horn immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and Amosta's reaction to Dumbledore was not particularly surprising, he was silent for a while,

"You mean, allow them to live in the Forbidden Forest?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that, Amosta-"

Dumbledore thoughtfully,

"Look at those kids, Amosta, oh, I think maybe one day they'll be Hogwarts students!"

(End of chapter)