The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Hagrid yelled, "I never heard of any Rhiannons around here."

Firenze gestured at him, and the other centaurs were very serious, staring at Hagrid as if they were looking at a pile of fat pork that weighed over a pound, as if they would cut him down and weigh him if they disagreed. It can be seen that they attach great importance to the name Rhiannon, and foreigners are not allowed to comment.

Linde explained: "Hagrid, you also noticed that there are no female centaurs here."

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"I believe that the centaurs don't always grow out of the ground like potatoes. They hide women and children." When Linde said this, the centaurs around showed a very disturbed look, and their gestures were also different. become tense.

Firenze, who was walking in the front, said: "It's better not to remember the next journey. I know you will remember, but please be sure to forget."

The centaur Baine let out a cold snort of unknown meaning from his nasal cavity.

Dumbledore and Linde lowered their voices and talked in a low voice.

"Professor, when did these centaurs settle in the Forbidden Forest?"

"You've stumped me. Although I've lived to be more than a hundred years old, I'm definitely not as old as the Centaur living in the Forbidden Forest. It should be said that this is a mysterious ethnic group, and the wizarding world knows very little about them."

A Centaur named Ronan heard their whispers, and he proudly said, "Our history on this land is earlier than the Saxons." The Saxons entered the British Isles in the fifth century AD.

Linde shrugged, "So, the history of the Centaur is not as long as the Ollivander family's history of making wands."

Dumbledore whispered, "Has the name Rhiannon ringing in your heart?"

"Yes, the Goddess of the White Horse is also the God of the Moon. According to mythology, she may have the same origin as Epona from the Gaul region of Rome. Could she be the founder of the Centaurs?"

Led by Firenze—who kept the feathered arrow held aloft—they circled the lake, crossed a gurgling river, and made their way around to the foot of the cliff on the other side of the lake, which was covered with The vines covered a smooth stone wall. The centaur boy who had just shot an arrow stood aside and watched the three outsiders with a smile. They were very interested in the phoenix on Linde's shoulder.

"It seems that we are getting close to the real habitat of the centaurs."

Firenze pushed aside the soft vines that hung like a curtain in front of the stone wall, revealing a rock with a picture of the northern hemisphere's summer starry sky. At the position of the North Star, it was replaced by an arrow hole. Firenze gently sent the arrow into the hole. It fits perfectly.

The surrounding centaur whistled like a hoomei. The stars on the mountain wall lit up one after another, and then the rock undulated like a pool of water, and a two-person-high circular passage expanded from the arrow hole.

The passage seemed extremely deep and long, with only a little light the size of a grain of rice at the end.

"This is..." Dumbledore showed a look of surprise, "Xianqiu?"

Linde nodded, agreeing with Dumbledore.

Fairy Hill is the residence of the gods in Celtic mythology, a place as happy as heaven. It was the first time Linde had seen this kind of place, but he didn't feel the traces left by the gods, and it probably led to a magical secret realm.

Entering the tunnel felt like stepping into a section of damp clouds and mist. The centaur named Firenze walked in the front, followed by Bane, Dumbledore, Linde, Hagrid, and the other centaur warriors behind. The light at the end of the dark passage gradually expanded from the size of a grain of rice, like a distant star exploding in the deep space, until they didn't need to walk, the light came straight over. The surrounding dark, angular rocks dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

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The light faded, Hagrid let out a long breath, and Linde felt a hot wind blowing from behind, blowing his cloak up. The half-blood giant could finally straighten his back.

In front of the guests is a vast grassland, the horizon sunk in the white outline. The sky in the secret realm is slightly different from the outside world. No matter day or night, the stars here are bright. Correspondingly, the sky will not be so blue, but almost dark purple. The sun also revolves around the sky, but the brilliance of the invading stars gathers in a washbasin-sized area, forming a white crystal-clear "sun halo".

Hagrid murmured admiration for the view, and as a friend of the centaur, he had never been here either.

Under the beautiful starry sky, the children of the centaur ran on the grass blown by the wind, their steps stumbled, and they crowded around and fought with each other. Female centaurs gather by a lake that reflects stars to perform simple manual labor. As soon as Firenze and the others came back, they were greeted by young and beautiful girls. They called their sweethearts by name, and they rode side by side, fighting with each other's hooves.

One of the three guests present was single, Dumbledore had a history of love-hate entanglement, and the other two were pure-blooded virgins with the soul of steel. Linde silently turned his head away, he saw Dumbledore with reminiscence on his face, and Hagrid...what's the matter with his happy expression? Could it be that the centaur is regarded as a large animal for breeding?

Firenze is also a purebred single dog, his originally melancholy expression adds to the depression. And Bain, who didn't deal with him much along the way, was very lucky.

"Come with me." Firenze continued to lead them deep into the secret realm.

They walked slowly through the tribe of centaurs. After walking up a low hill, standing here, Firenze pointed to the tent of the headman—an extraordinarily beautiful tent, the cloth was as white as goose feathers, and there were bead curtains strung with gold, emerald and amber around the circumference, There is also a moon cast in silver hanging on the decorative pillars of the spire. He said, "Come on, Rhiannon already knows you're coming."

He seemed a little worried about Hagrid, "When you go in, keep your eyes on the ground. If you show disrespect, it will make Rhiannon angry."

"Hey, don't worry."

Hagrid strode back the curtain, and then let out a violent cry.

"Oh!!!"

Linde and the others squeezed into the tent, and saw Hagrid clutching his heart, as if he couldn't breathe. The tent was empty, except for a long blanket made of vanilla, on which sat a golden mare, whose hair was like molten gold, and whose dark eyes were more demure than the night sky.

Hagrid was overwhelmed by the mare, who was as handsome as a god. He tremblingly wanted to touch it, and it was obvious that he endured it very hard.

"Hagrid." Linde reminded him, "Don't forget what you promised before."

The mare stood up, nodded to Linde and Dumbledore one after another, but ignored Hagrid, the half-blood giant looked dumbfounded, and didn't care about anything at all.

"Hello, humans, and the beautiful phoenix, I am Rhiannon." The mare did not speak, but a clear female voice came out from the belly.

Hagrid tugged on Linde's sleeve excitedly, "Linde, did you hear that? She can talk!"

"I'm not deaf yet." Linde replied calmly. He and Dumbledore both kissed their chests and introduced themselves. By the way, "This is Hagrid. He doesn't mean anything malicious, he just likes to deal with animals. "

"The stars heralded your coming. But you brought disaster to the world. Now that the stars are changing again, I wonder what made you change your mind?"

"I made a prophecy." Linde looked around. There were no seats prepared for the guests in the tent. He planned to make a long story short, "Two years later, a huge change will happen, and I have seen it. It is about time and history. Tampering. "

Dumbledore's eyes widened, and he gently rubbed his long beard, lost in thought.

"Historical tampering is a very interesting process." Linde described it this way, "it is closer to the root than the usual prophecies, and it will lead to differences between past prophecies and future prophecies. It seems that this secret realm is isolated from the outside world. So you will see two different starry skies. But the root rain has been falling, and if you can't adapt to the new history, maybe you will disappear."

Dumbledore whispered: "De Lin, you mean that the history outside has changed?"

"That's right." Linde didn't elaborate, "It's just an insignificant change. Compared with what will happen two years later."

Rhiannon's body swayed slightly, and then, under the surprised eyes of the three old virgins, the mare turned into a blond woman. She seemed to be wearing a golden, airtight coat, but that was just her strange long hair. hair strands. "You can prevent disaster, why not?"

"Revising history does not bring about tragedy in the usual sense. Like Abraham's lamb, it was born to be sacrificed to God, but if it had not been born, it would have died as Abraham's son. But for that baby , he would not have known there had been a scapegoat. That would be true of revised history."

"But I know." Rhiannon showed a sad expression, "And you know it too. There are answers to the gods that once existed. If you allow history to be tampered with, you will let yourself be forgotten."

Linde was very surprised, "How many times has history been tampered with?"

"Seven times this land has mourned."