Chapter 281 Wind Chimes and Dry Well

"Where is he going?"

Fan Lin thought that he could already see the figure of Peter Pettigrew from a distance, but it would still take a considerable amount of effort to catch up with Peter.

Peter didn't pause at all. He didn't seem to be running away. It looked more like he was moving forward with purpose, and every turn was made without hesitation.

However, the tree trunk Fan Lin rested on had completely turned into dark gray, which made him feel very uncomfortable. The place was lifeless, as if he had arrived at a cemetery. Fan Lin's heart was filled with a depressing feeling. Of course, there is still danger. He always feels that there is something buried under the black soil on the ground, or there is some unknown magical creature hidden there.

This made Fan Lin feel very bad.

But Peter Pettigrew obviously didn't think so. They had been here before when they were chasing the werewolf Lupine, but that time they came here through the centaur tribe.

Centaurs were not friendly creatures to wizards, not to mention that there was a werewolf among them, which also caused the centaurs tribe to launch a fierce expulsion against them.

Peter still remembered that Lupine injured a centaur with his claws, and then Lupine was hit by several arrows. The centaur would not show mercy to Lupine.

The werewolf Lupine did not last long, and then he was expelled and hunted by the centaur tribe. In addition, several people who originally wanted to subdue Lupine were also favored by the centaur tribe.

These stupid centaurs actually equated him with that damn werewolf.

It was a really bad night. Several of them used Animagus to run away like crazy, while the men and horses were chasing behind them. They attacked them with ropes and bows and arrows. If it hadn't been for the men and horses now, they would have been Having lost the magic power that originally belonged to the natural race, they were likely to be captured by the centaur tribe in just one encounter.

In fact, they should be grateful for the loss of the bloodline of the Centaur tribe. They lost the protection of nature. It is said that they angered the gods, so the gods deprived them of the right to use natural magic.

You know, in ancient times, the civilization of centaurs and horses was very ahead of humans, whether it was farming technology or magic civilization.

The centaur, also known as the Sandur, is a half-man, half-horse monster in Greek mythology. Their upper body is a human torso, including hands and head, and their lower body is a horse's body, including torso and legs. The representative constellations of centaurs in the sky are Centaur and Sagittarius.

Centaurs are very proud and good at fighting. Strong centaur warriors always like to impale their prey on their spears.

However, the Centaur's abilities don't stop there. Centaurs, who are closer to nature, also have the ability to control plants. They have good relations with the elves, which made them an important part of the elves' allies at that time. They also have writing, and the most advanced one is that they are unique to the semi-human tribe. The prophet of the centaur tribe.

This is much more reliable than today's prophets. They rely on nature and the starry sky. The future that centaurs can predict is obviously much more than what human priests can obtain. They have two symbolic constellations in the sky. The centaur allows them to more easily obtain information from the future.

No matter how big or small, a centaur tribe will give birth to a prophet belonging to its own tribe, but the ability of the prophet is not as powerful as those of powerful tribes.

The prophet seems to have become the standard feature of the centaur tribe, and it is also the only thing that the centaur has retained from ancient times.

It is said that even this small centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest has a prophet, but this is probably just like Trauni, basically full of nonsense.

However, Peter heard that the Centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest was one of the larger tribes in Britain in the past. For some unknown reason, this tribe continued to decline.

Because centaurs are closed to human wizards, many things about centaurs have not spread to the wizarding world.

However, we have to admit that primitive tribes like this also have the most detailed ancient information preserved.

But Peter is very doubtful that such a small tribe can know anything. It is better to ask the vampire family, if you can get his approval.

Peter has a deep understanding of the primitive Centaur tribe. However, in order to avoid trouble, Peter chose to bypass this damn tribe. He did not have a magic wand, otherwise, he could consider avenging himself back then. , he still remembered the poisonous arrow stuck in his butt, which caused him pain for many days.

Finally, there were no trees around Peter, and the earth was completely covered by black soil.

When they were still in school, a few of them passed through the tribe of men and horses and finally arrived here. However, the men and horses did not pursue them that far. The black soil was like a clear dividing line, and none of the men and horses had any intention of crossing it. .

This may be due to the damn taboo of centaurs. Centaurs have a lot of traditions. They are proud, but they also have awe. They revere the stars. To use a saying circulated in the wizarding world, starlight will guide the direction of the centaurs.

In short, they asked the centurion tribe to hunt them down. From the first moment they set foot on the black land, their escape meant success.

But they didn't realize that the centaur had given up pursuit. They were running out desperately. Peter remembered that his buttocks were all swollen at that time. Even so, they had no intention of stopping.

Until... stepping into this place...

Peter stood at the edge of the treeless area. Although he could not feel anything, he knew that as long as he stepped into this area, the dead souls sleeping underground would wake up.

In the distance, in the center of the black area, there stood a stone pillar and a dry well, as if it had stood for thousands of years. The stone wall of its wellhead had been weathered. The old wind chimes hung on the stone pillars next to it. The mottled rust marks indicated that there had been no wind to blow it for a long time.

As a result, the cold wind at night disappeared here. They could not blow into this area, as if some magic was blocking their progress.

"This is it!" Peter licked his lips. His mouth was a little dry. He was too nervous. Voldemort once said that this was the real entrance to the ruins. The ruins they found during their student days were actually a cover-up.

The location was not far from here. It was a cave, as if that unlucky wizard died there. (To be continued)