Hogwarts Homecoming

This is undoubtedly a paradise.

The breeze blows, and the golden sunshine shines on the green lawn. A dozen children in simple clothes rush to the horse transport team, and each child's face is filled with a cheerful smile.

Hearing the commotion here, the adults in the tree house also came out one after another. Amosta's eyes passed over these adults in linen robes, and his eyes moved slightly. Each of these adults exuded a special atmosphere. With the same vitality, it is obvious that they are all members of the Druid sect.

Amosta's gaze penetrated the barrier of the tree wall and sank into the huge tree hole space.

In the tree hole, there are still some young people sitting cross-legged around an altar. As they meditate, some emerald green light spots gradually seep out of the surrounding void. As these light spots sink into their bodies, these young people themselves The breath also showed a slight increase.

Amosta looked at it for a while, then turned his gaze to the altar, and his expression changed accordingly.

He had seen this kind of altar once before. When he first met Cliona, she showed him a past memory. The ancestors of Druidism used ancient rituals to perform divination on the altar. Looking for someone who can help them get the Staff of Two Serpents.

There were not only these meditating druids in the tree hole, but also four centaurs.

Three of them were the outstanding people among the centaurs, Ron, Bain and Firenze, who had met Amosta. The last centaur looked very old. Its hair, body and tail had all turned greyish white. Before the movement outside reached the tree hole, the centaur was studying many inscriptions engraved on ancient stone slabs. Astrology chart.

"It's Clay and the others, elder--"

Hearing the commotion outside, Ronan trotted to the entrance of the cave and looked outside. After discovering what caused the commotion, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the full-moon bowstring in his hand became loose again.

"We need to leave too, elder--"

Firenze bowed his head respectfully towards the old centaur.

"Until the last quarter moon appears, Clay will lead the tribe to protect you and them. We have to go back to the forest and continue to eliminate those evil eight-eyed spiders——"

"Wait, Firenze--"

The centaur elder whose thoughts were immersed in the ancient star chart suddenly said. He carefully placed the slate in his hand back against the tree wall, and then stood up slowly with Bain's help.

"I have been away from the tribe for a while, and I want to go back with you."

Although some were surprised that the elders were willing to give up the precious stars preserved by the druids, none of the three young and strong centaurs raised any questions. They followed the elders step by step and walked out of the tree hole.

The Druids who have settled again are already very familiar with the centaurs elders. It can be seen that they also respect him very much. When the centaurs elders pass by them, every Druids bow to him. Waist salute.

"Elder--"

The centaur whom Ronan called Clay lowered his head and shouted respectfully.

"How are the tribesmen?" the centaurs elder asked in a slow and aged voice, "Have any tribesmen died at the hands of those evil spiders?"

"No -" Clay replied, "Some clan members were injured during the purge, but their lives are not in danger."

When he heard that a clan member was injured, Bain snorted angrily and dug his hoofs into the ground a few times.

"Where's Hagrid, has he been here?" Firenze's blue eyes flashed with worry.

"He wanted to see you--" Clay said to the centaur elder. "He wanted to persuade us to cease war with the Eight-Eyed Spider, but we directly rejected him."

The centaur elder nodded slowly and then asked,

"You were not discovered by anyone in the castle on your way here, right?"

After receiving a positive reply, the centaur elder seemed a little more relieved. It was ready to tell Clay to protect the safety of this place in the next few days, and there was an eight or nine-year-old little girl with long, silky brown hair. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he asked the centaur elder with great interest,

"There are many children in the castle, right? Elder, I heard from Sister Vitiya that they all learn magic there?"

"It's not magic, Luo Ya, it's magic, the wizard's magic——"

The centaurs, who had always been unpretentious towards wizards, looked completely different when facing these druids. The centaurs elder smiled and said to the little girl like a kind grandfather.

Wizard's magic!

The children surrounding the centaurs all showed interest. They had heard of the wizard's magic, but had never really seen it.

Luo Ya'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 surrounding atmosphere a little duller. Some older children looked sad, obviously knowing the answer to this question.

The centaur elder did not answer, but Bain shook his black hair and said stiffly, "There is nothing to see there, Luo Ya, wizards are a group of greedy and despicable guys who like to use their magic to kill each other. , we don’t want to deal with them, and they won’t welcome us!”

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

The centaur elders and Firenze did not waste too much time. After giving Clay some instructions, they left the habitat and entered the outer jungle. After reaching the space barrier of the secret realm, Firenze Ze took out the 'key' that Clay handed over to it, and summoned the door leading in and out of this place.

Amosta took one last deep look at this secret realm that was full of peace and tranquility. After sighing softly, he left the secret realm before the door disappeared.

This old centaur's physical strength is far inferior to that of the young and strong centaur. Every time it walks a certain distance, it must stop and rest for a while, which makes the return journey take much longer than the time it came. By the time a few centaurs returned to the tribe, the castle in the distance had been rendered into a torch by the candlelight burning in hundreds of rooms.

On a night when clouds cover the moon and it is impossible to observe the stars, most of the centaurs who maintain their primitive living habits have fallen asleep. Only those centaurs on the sentry tower still abide by their duties.

Firenze, Bain and Ronan had not returned home for half a month. After bidding farewell to the elders, the three centaurs dispersed with eager steps, while the elder centaurs returned with slow steps. Go to the highest point in the center of the tribe, a wooden temple.

Although the temple is simple in shape, it exudes a different kind of majesty. The physically exhausted centaur elder tremblingly walked up the wooden stairs. After gasping for a few breaths, he was ready to enter the temple. However, when his front hooves just stepped over the threshold, he fell into the dim center of the temple. A thin young man with his hands behind his back was looking up at the carvings on the dome of the temple. The centaur elder suddenly looked stunned, and his old heart was beating loudly in his chest.

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

"what is that?"

Amosta looked at what was carved on the dome. It was a scene of centaurs, giants, werewolves, fire dragons and humans, many species living harmoniously in a paradise.

"That was the situation when the ancestors of the centaurs lived on the island of Avalon a long time ago-"

After a brief silence, the centaur elder gasped hoarsely,

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

"Avalon Island?"

Amosta's brows suddenly raised. He withdrew his eyes from the carvings on the dome and looked at the centaur elder at the door. After seeing the caution and wariness on the old face, he asked in slight surprise,

"you know me?"

"Centaurs have never liked to deal with wizards, but we know very well that we cannot completely sever ties with wizard society. Mr. Brain, we always pay attention to major events happening in the wizarding world. I think, no matter whether you are a wizard or have wisdom, A magical creature, I’m afraid there aren’t many people who don’t know you now——”

After pondering for a moment, the centaur elder did not call any tribesmen to come over. It slowly came to Amosta,

"Is Mr. Albus Dumbledore okay?"