Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 642 The Origin of Magic Power
In Amosta's solemn eyes, Horn lowered his head and said nothing.It's not that he didn't expect it, he just didn't care.In the final analysis, these centaurs think that they are independent from the magical world. They don't care what wizards think of them, so they don't care about the risks their actions bring to wizards.

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

To say that these centaurs are completely unmeasured is not to say that, at least, the settlement site they are looking for for the druids is completely out of the radiation range of Hogwarts Castle, and the distance is very far away, even if the druids are Even if a feud comes to your door, it won't spread to the castle.

The only problem is that the old centaur doesn't know why Vitia Cliona is lurking in Hogwarts, but it does know that there are intruders in the castle, and the centaur is a druid. Amosta was annoyed that he had concealed this matter because of his identity as a remnant of Avalon Island, without even thinking of reminding Hogwarts.

Of course, Cliona's ability to lurk in the school in front of Moody's face was tacitly approved by him and Dumbledore, but there is a difference between active and passive.

Amosta stood up from the mat, turned and walked towards the wall in front of the temple.The inner wall of this wall was covered with a layer of tanned animal skin armor, with many astronomical diagrams engraved on it. After a few glances, Amosta lost interest and looked at his feet.

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

Horn's old horse's face was full of bitterness, but in the end, it stood up silently, came to Amosta's side and looked at the floor with its front hooves. Then, there was a sound of floor tiles rubbing in the solemn temple, and a The dark entrance of the cave appeared in front of Amosta.

"You are the first wizard to step into the Centaur Holy Land, Mr. Brain-"

"I feel extremely honored--"

Amosta said calmly.He raised his fingers toward the door, and a burning torch flew into the hall, following Amosta into the tunnel.

The tunnel extends down to more than 100 feet above the ground. For centaurs who are clumsy at casting spells, it must not be easy to dig such a deep space. Moreover, the tunnel is very dry, and It is located in the humid Forbidden Forest, which is also very rare.

At this point, Horn could only let the situation develop. Even if he sent a signal to the tribesmen outside, it would not have any effect. Instead, it would make Amosta Brain furious and cause heavy casualties to the tribesmen.

It followed Brian and stepped into the holy land that had never been opened.

The bottom of the ramp leads to a spacious corridor, and at the end of the corridor is a dark wooden door with defensive magic on it.

This is different from the wizard's incantation. It uses various magic-rich things collected in nature to mix them together through ancient techniques passed down by the centaurs. The resulting solution containing magical magic is carved with ink and has extraordinary effectiveness. pattern.

In short, the patterns on the door are real magic words, the original expression of magic.

Amosta stood in front of the door and observed the glossy magic text for a while, then suddenly raised his chin at the magic text and asked,
"Do you still have a complete system of real magic texts?"

The answer to this question is obvious. If the horse people had this ability, those young horse people would not be able to wield swords and guns.

The pattern seems simple, but when it is carved, it leaves traces in many dimensions of space. The pattern in front of you is just the projection of those traces in the real world.The power of the ancient magic pattern should not be underestimated. Violent dismantling would probably blow the temple above his head into the sky. Therefore, Amosta stepped aside from the door and glanced at Horn.

The old horseman's expression changed, and he was obviously still very reluctant. However, at this age, he already understood that the situation is stronger than the person.

"Please don't damage anything inside--"

After sighing, Horn stepped forward and put his withered palm against the door.

The wooden door made a steely clang, and with a flash of light, the world at the door appeared in front of Amosta's eyes.

The oncoming murder made Amosta involuntarily close his eyes. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and stared at the room behind the door, slightly surprised.

Behind the door was a room about the same size as Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. The torches on the walls of the room automatically lit up when someone opened the door, and the bright golden flames illuminated the spacious room.

Amosta faced hundreds of stone centaur sculptures. Each of these sculptures was majestic and lifelike. They held rusty spears or almost rotten bows, with different expressions, or Either his eyes are wide-eyed with anger, or he is charging forward in an indomitable manner, in short, his bearing is extraordinary.

"This is--"

"Caurs are not like wizards, advocating the tradition of being buried deep underground after death. We come from nature, so we should return to nature after death," Horn said in a respectful tone as he stared at these sculptures.
"But in order to pay tribute, we will take away their weapons and use sculptures to record their appearance in life. Only heroes deserve such treatment. They are all warriors who have helped the tribe overcome difficulties!"

Amosta nodded slightly,

"Understand, this is the 'Hall of Heroes' of the centaurs."

Amosta has no special feelings for these centaur heroes, but he probably knows the significance of this place to the centaurs.After entering here, Amosta did not walk through these centaur sculptures, but walked through the solemn and solemn Hall of Valor along the gap beside the wall, and arrived at another door opposite the main hall.

This kind of behavior undoubtedly made Horn feel good about this great magician in the human world. Therefore, when facing the second closed wooden door, without waiting for Amosta's eyes to indicate, it took the initiative to open it. .

The second room still gave Amosta some shock.

This is also a huge stone room. There is nothing in the room. The four walls are covered with two-foot-large stone slabs. Each stone slab is engraved with a different star chart, which looks extremely mysterious.

Aurora would probably be very excited if she saw this.

A faint thought crossed Amosta's mind. He looked at the stars on the stone slabs and moved forward quickly, but suddenly, Amosta's footsteps stopped at the back of the room -
Amosta's knowledge of astronomy is average, limited to common sense, so he is not very interested in these star spectra. However, he came here and looked at hundreds of stone tablets, but he did not have any stars recorded on these stone tablets. A familiar one, which made him feel a little surprised——
"These tablets don't record the positions of the planets?"

Amosta asked abruptly.

Horn didn't expect Amosta to discover this, and he said unexpectedly,

"You are right, Mr. Brain, these tablets do not record the positions of the planets, but the words -"

"Word?"

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

"The horse people used the stars to create unique words? This is amazing, very creative and imaginative."

Amosta did not continue to look, but came to the opposite side of the room, to a stone wall that occupied the entire wall next to the third wooden door.

The stone wall did not record anything with special words like other stone slabs in the room, but a stone painting with simple lines - on the vast and desolate land, countless creatures gathered together, and no war broke out. , instead they prostrate themselves on the earth and worship the sky. Above the sky is an irregular closed figure filled with many messy lines that seem to represent "wind", like a jellyfish swimming in the water. contour!
Amosta stared deeply at the stone painting, his face expressionless, and his mind was ups and downs. He really did not expect that one day he would see similar paintings again in other places.

"what is this?"

Even though his thoughts were racing, Amosta still asked calmly.

Horn seemed to have expected Brain's question. It was not surprised, but it also looked at the patterns on the stone wall with complex eyes.

"The wizards have lost the record of that period of history, Mr. Brain, but the centaurs know. It was the situation when magic first came to our world countless years ago."

Facing the unpredictable look cast by Amosta Brain, the centaur elder Horn said in a hoarse voice.







(End of this chapter)