I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 193 In critical moments, horse people’s treatment methods

"God!!!"

"Unbelievable!!"

Watching, the centaurs looked at the ice sculpture that was gradually forming with fear.

His eyes were full of shock and horror.

Is this the magic that humans can master?

There is no magic here, it is a miracle.

Besides, the little pony in front of him is still so young—is he 15 years old?

A question popped up in the minds of all the centaurs.

If even such a pony has such strength.So how powerful are those top human wizards—the legendary Dumbledore?

Isn't he just like the legendary Zeus?King of the gods?

Suddenly, a sense of absurdity spread in their hearts.

Is what we originally insisted on a joke?

In the face of absolute power, what can you do even if you know your destiny?

Do we have the power to change?

They marvel, they suffer, they are like lambs in chains.

Until—on the ground, the boy suddenly fell.

It fell down like a stubborn stone stirring up dust.

It leaves no time to think.

"Owen!!!"

A girl's shrill cry came from the forest.

It was hard to believe that that elf-like girl could show such violent emotions.

She looked at everything in front of her with tears in her eyes, in disbelief.

But, that’s what happened.

Just after boys, acres of land were frozen in horror.

He fell straight down.

Her emotions collapsed instantly.

"Owen!!" Hagrid also came out of his daze.

He wasn't just panicking about whether Owen was hurt.

He was even more alarmed by the broken icicle.

"Crack~~~"

The icicles all over the sky reflect countless light spots.

Then the roars of countless monsters came and went.

The dark tide surged wildly, and the deadborn rushed out of the frozen land.

Hysteria attacks all living creatures.

"Look!"

"That is--"

Then there was a louder roar.

The centaur on the high wall pointed to the sky.

I saw a giant silver-white dragon rising into the sky, soaring straight into the sky with an unstoppable momentum.

Its figure flew higher and bigger, and it only took a few seconds to grow from the size of a palm to tens of feet.

The whole body is like a pearl, refracting light.

Against the backdrop of the night, the silver dragon looked like the moon, particularly conspicuous.

It is more crystal clear and gorgeous than the stars.

Then there was another dragon roar: "Roar!"

Flames poured down like a waterfall, like the Milky Way flowing backwards, and the sky was reflected as if it was on fire.

Flames like lava sprinkled on the earth.

Acres of land instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

"His!!!"

The sounds of collapse and disintegration began to echo in the forest.

Those dark and evil creatures lost their bodies instantly after being burned by the flames.

Then, it was reorganized in the flames, and then disintegrated again.

Hagrid stood where he was, looking at the dragon soaring in the sky in shock.

He looks like a hero, and he can stir up tornadoes by waving his wings.

The wind assisted the fire, and the flame burned even more violently in an instant.

Even though he was far away from the flaming red, he could still feel waves of heat continuously hitting his face.

"My God! That's--that's Bacal."

Hagrid felt that he might never forget the shocking sight in front of him for the rest of his life.

A corner of the sky seemed to be torn open, the dark clouds were instantly pierced, and then flames from outside the domain poured down.The end-of-the-world scene was like a big hand holding his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Look! Those monsters, they are scared." The sharp-eyed centaur noticed.

Blocked by the magma-like flames in front of them, the group of dead people finally stopped making unnecessary attacks, because there are still living people on the other side of the forest.

Then, a large number of dark creatures began to change direction and flooded into the forest again.

It comes and goes quickly, and disappears in the blink of an eye.

——Up to this moment, Hagrid hadn't shaken off the shock just now.

He didn't react until the giant dragon in the sky shrunk again and flapped its wings and landed on Owen who fell on the ground.

Then he ran over with long strides.

Bacal landed on Owen's shoulders.

It pressed against his neck intimately, as if trying to wake up its owner.

But the boy didn't respond no matter what he did.

If it had been so naughty in the past, Owen would have grabbed the back of its head and thrown it out.

"Owen!"

Hagrid rushed over, and he reached out to hug Owen.

The child in his arms looked pale and terrifying.

The blood from the tip of his nose continued to flow out.

The body temperature of the whole person is in an abnormal fever.

His forehead was covered with fine sweat.

"He—" Luna rushed to Hagrid holding Sherlock in her arms.

She took the head up to Hagrid's waist and looked directly at Owen in his arms.

"We've got to get back to the castle," said Hagrid.

"The magic is out of control in his body, which is dangerous."

As an expert on magical beasts.

Hagrid could easily see how bad Owen's health was at this time.

This kind of out-of-control magic riot usually only occurs to little wizards who are six, seven or eight years old, and they all have suffered severe physical and mental torture.

And the next step.

This condition can evolve into the disease we all know.

silently.

Being parasitized by dark forces, he becomes a silent person who will lose control at any time.

Hagrid couldn't understand why such a 14-year-old wizard could still lose control of his magic, but the reality was that if he didn't intervene, it would be inevitable for Owen to become an Obscurial, and the situation might even get worse.

For example, the magic power went out of control directly, and death came.

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After hearing the sound, Luna did not answer.

Her silver eyes stared at Owen heartbrokenly.

There was determination in the eyes that raised the mist slightly.

As a real Ravenclaw.

She has even more intelligence than Hermione.

For time travel, the speed she can accept and understand is far beyond Owen's imagination.

If they are really in the past and completing a great adventure, then this adventure must have ended in the future.

And she—the past self—had never seen Owen in the castle, or in other words, the professors didn't appear to have met Owen.

You know, although the four major deans all criticized Irving.

But it is undeniable that whether it is Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick or Professor Spratt, they all admit that Owen is the best student they have ever taught.

If something unexpected happens to Owen, it is impossible for these professors not to show a little bit.

So, no matter how hard it is for her to accept, the fact is that Owen definitely did not return to Hogwarts Castle at this time.

but elsewhere.

After understanding all this, she stretched out her hand to suppress the sadness in her heart, soothing Hagrid's anxious mood and also comforting herself.

And appease the two little beasts.

Sirocco raised his head and looked at Luna with blue, star-like eyes. He didn't understand why the little witch stopped him from taking his master back to the castle.

But the master trusted her - so - gradually, the golden light on the hair on Sirocco's neck slowly extinguished and returned to normal.

It's just that a pair of small cat heads are still anxiously rubbing Owen's cheeks up and down.

"What's wrong with him?" Just when Hagrid and Luna were worried about Owen's current state.

behind them.

A centaur jumped down from the not-so-high city wall. He had a proud face with high cheekbones and long black hair.

"Hagrid, what happened to the pony?" The centaur's tone was filled with respect. In the wizarding world, no matter how deep the gap between the two races was.

Strength can always fill these.

And that's the best way to earn respect.

"Margery?" Hagrid seemed to know each other, but his tone was not very pleasant.

"He is in serious condition and will need to return to Hogwarts for treatment."

"Maybe we can help you!" whispered Margaret.

A large number of centaurs appeared one after another behind him.

Baine, Firenze and Ronan.

"The centaur is good at healing!" Firenze approached them.

His golden hair was hanging down, and his melancholy eyes were full of respect that could not be ignored.

"Please accept our help!" Ronan also said at this time.

He has always been the representative who is most reluctant to contact humans.Now it is time to change the previous attitude.

Hagrid looked at them.

An anxious look appeared on his face, and his arms kept urging Luna beside him, hoping that she could lead them out of here as soon as possible.

It's not like he doesn't trust centaurs.

Nor is it petty.

Hagrid knew that the centaurs were a race of healers.

But the situation at hand cannot be solved by treating the wound.It was hard for him to believe that the centaur's civilization could reach the height of treating the silent.

Even in the wizarding world, acquiescence is a terminal illness.

No defaulter ever lived past 12.

While Hagrid was anxiously waiting.Luna beside him seemed to have suddenly received a revelation. She felt that there must be something that had a huge influence on Owen on the other side of the centaur wall.

"Maybe we can try," she said.

Hearing the sound, Hagrid looked at her in confusion.

"Aren't centaurs good at healing?" She looked up at the tall centaurs in front of her.

"Maybe they have a better way."

— Hagrid was taken aback.

He knew that with Owen's current state, even Dumbledore had no good solution.

An Obscurial once sought his help, but the young man's ending didn't seem too good.

If the horsemen can really find a way.

He maintains a kind of expectation, or a kind of luck.

Finally nodded helplessly.

Merlin!

Hagrid called out deeply in his heart, I hope you can perform a miracle!

Afterwards, they followed behind a group of centaur warriors, in the uniform gestures and respectful eyes of a group of centaur warriors.

Slowly came to a low and hidden stairs.

Walk up the stone steps.Step up to that high wall.

In the next second, the two were shocked by the scenery inside the high wall.

Hagrid never thought that the centaur, who looked rough and backward on the outside, would create such a magnificent civilization.

Who can believe that this city actually exists in this forest. Although its area is not large and can be seen at a glance, its buildings are magnificent and splendid.

The entire city is designed almost strictly according to mathematical geometry.

Each building corresponds to a certain planet in the sky, and houses are built in the city according to the rules of the arrangement of the nine planets (the nine planets in the magic world).

They used a temple in the center of the city with red, blue and white as the main color as the sun, and the ring structure spread outwards in circles.

Hagrid noticed that each circle had a certain building with brighter lights than the surrounding ones.

He guessed that that should be the current position of the planet represented by that circle.

Of course, except for the temple, the rest of the centaur buildings are very rough and simple.

It is almost made of clay, stone, and wood.

Only the temple was out of place with the surroundings.

Extraordinary double-porticoed large temple, over 65 feet (20 meters) tall.

In terms of style, it clearly belongs to the classical Greek period, and the decorations such as columns, reliefs, and pediments form a breathtaking magnificence.

Stepping on a neat floor, he and Luna were brought to the temple in the city by Firenze and Ronan.

A burst of smoke from burning herbs spread outside the temple.

The effect is probably similar to sandalwood or something.

A quiet fragrance spread around, gradually calming down their anxious hearts.

Firenze went to report.

It's been a long time.

A centaur slowly walked out of the smoke.

He caught the attention of Hagrid and Luna immediately.

Because he was wearing clothes.

As we all know, the horse people never wear clothes. They think that clothes are a kind of restraint, and they are free.

That centaur, the old centaur, was dressed in gray and linen, with strange gemstones around his neck.

He looks very old.

His hair is gray, even the mane on his horse's back is white.

Firenze followed him and whispered something into the old centaur's ear.

After listening, the centaur raised his head and looked at Hagrid and Luna with cloudy eyes.

Finally, his eyes stopped on Owen in Hagrid's arms.

Then the old voice sounded, "Thank you, the heroes who saved our tribe."

"Fate has allowed me to meet again. The stars have told me that a distinguished guest is coming."

"You're welcome, let's see what you can do to save him." Hagrid said in a somewhat rough manner.His brows were furrowed and his eyes were unhappy. He didn't have time to chat with these unreasonable horse people here.

"Of course, we will find a solution." The centaur elder lowered his head, and then approached Hagrid. His old hand was dry and only bones remained.

The index finger is some kind of jewel-like necklace.

Then those hands slowly fell on Owen's forehead.

"I can feel that his soul is fragile and chaotic, but-"

"Someone is protecting him." The centaur elder said slowly, "He will be fine."

"Please come with me." After that, he turned around slowly, his limbs were no longer strong horseshoes, stepped on the marble steps, and there was a crisp sound, and he walked slowly towards the temple.

Hagrid didn't hesitate, he followed immediately.

The tall temple resembles the Parthenon in Greece.

Or rather, the same style.

The rectangular temple has a front hall, a main hall and an apse. The entire area is estimated by Anthony to be at least a quarter of the size of a football field.More than a dozen tall marble columns support the temple.

The centaur elder led the two human wizards through the front hall and stopped in front of the main hall decorated with reliefs.

"This is a paradise for the spirit of the horse people."

Walking into the main hall, the centaur elder pointed to the surroundings and said, there was a touch of excitement in the old voice.

"The final resting place of all the Centaurs, where the streams flow into the sea."

Hearing the sound, Luna was moved. Although she had no intention of understanding the history of the centaurs, her eyes still passed over the murals.

Carved above her head is a giant star map of the galaxy, which is the map of the world understood by the centaur.

On the surrounding walls, various characters and murals are densely carved.

"Those are ancient prophecies, and the centaurs tried their best to preserve every one of them." Firenze said solemnly to the two human wizards.

For the horse people, the temple is not only a symbol of spirit and will, but also a history book of their ethnic group.

"There is a prophecy about you coming here." The old man, possibly an elder of the centaur tribe, said with a vicissitude of tone.

"It's just that no one thought that language would be implemented in this way."

"Prophecy?" Hagrid snorted softly. He never believed in that kind of thing. "It's those nagging things again, just like Professor Sybill Trelawney, what? Are you using a crystal ball to see a doctor?" Is it?"

"Of course not. The centaur tribe that has been passed down for thousands of years has healing methods beyond your imagination. Believe me, this will be a novel journey that you have never experienced before."

"Hogwarts has a history of more than 1000 years. Every brick and every classroom contains secrets." Hagrid retorted, then raised his head very proudly.

In his heart, there is only one truly great place.

Hogwarts!

The greatest magic school in the world!

It was something he could be proud of.

"Hogwarts is equally great." The old horseman said lightly, without any emotional change in his tone.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hand.

Pointing to a sarcophagus in front of him, he slowly spoke.

"Put that kid in there!" he said.

"???"

Hagrid's face turned dark as he looked at the huge sarcophagus.

I'm asking you to save this child.

It's not for you to take care of his funeral!

"Don't worry, it's just quieter there." The centaur elder joked inappropriately.

Isn't it quiet?

They are all dead, can you not be quiet?

"Huh~" Hagrid took a deep breath. At this point, he could have some luck. He hoped that the old centaur in front of him could really have a way to save Owen!

As he spoke, he lifted Bacal out of Owen's arms, and carefully placed him flat into the sarcophagus.

Then another centaur came over.

In his hand he held a gold goblet.

It contained a purple liquid.

"It's a potion made from palm branches and some other herbs."

The centaur elder explained slowly.

"The spiritual world that can call forth souls and lead them to the sanctuary of the ancestors of the centaur. There he will obtain enlightenment and the method of healing the soul." The slightly slow tone of the centaur elder just aggravated the traces of this history .

He directed Hagrid to help Owen up, then brought the wine glass to his mouth, and fed the purple liquid to Owen.

"Don't worry, I modified the formula a long time ago and added honey to it. It won't be very bitter." The centaur elder blinked, then signaled Hagrid to back away.

Several strong horsemen slowly closed the coffin.

The others retreated to the sides.

The centaur elder suddenly took out an unknown black herbal powder from the bag he carried.

Then with a wave of his hand, flames appeared in his palm.

He poured the powder of the herb into the rising flames, and instantly the color of the flames changed from brown-red to dark blue, accompanied by a large amount of smoke.

As if guided by some kind of force, the smoke penetrated through the gap in the sarcophagus.

Then the surrounding centaurs began to step on the ground with serious expressions.

Some kind of wonderful melody began to spread in the hall, and then wonderful singing came from their mouths.

In a trance, people seem to be transported thousands of years ago, to the land where gods walked on the earth, and the songs of sacrifice were solemn and distant.

Even Hagrid, who didn't trust the centaurs at first, was infected at this time.

He frowned and looked at the sarcophagus.

On the other side, Luna folded her arms, as if praying.

But more like begging.

She seemed to have returned to the night when her mother had an accident.

That day was the darkest day of his life.

Involuntarily, the song her mother often sang to him came out of her mouth.

"The first witch song I sang for you: It is often said that auspicious people have their own heaven to help them. The giant Rain once sang loudly to warn his lover Lindemore to be panic-stricken. Take the dangers in your heart from your shoulders. Throw it all away. Stop caring about other people's gossip and bad words, you should go your own way in life!"

Her voice was gentle and beautiful.

Repeatedly is the mother's whisper.

Gentle and ethereal, with a unique vitality.

"The second witch song I sang for you: You have traveled a long way and have worked hard on the road, so you must restrain yourself and behave properly. Don't indulge in fun and seek pleasure. The goddess of fate will always bless you, and it is the one who often humiliates yourself Own!"

"Third Witch-song I sing to you: Swim across the river and meet the rapids, and you will be drowned in the river. The Horn and the Luther are white-capped, and that river flows to Hyle, the death. Be calm Don't mess up the position, it will reduce the danger and keep you safe."

This is the song her mother sang to her.

Witch song from Groa, the Norse wizard.

The fourth witch song I sing for you: If you encounter an enemy who has made up his mind, he plans to send you to the gallows.Don't lose your composure in fear and panic, maybe they will change their minds.I give up my resentment towards you at the last moment, all because of your ability to turn enemies into friends. "

"The fifth witch song I sing for you: If you are trapped in prison and shackled, your hands and feet are bound, I have the charm to break the shackles. Just sing a song to your legs, and you The iron chains on your hands will fall apart, and the shackles on your feet will disappear.”