Chapter 339: Evil God and Split
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The dark red moon exudes a unique style of coolness through layers of dark clouds.
The shadow of the moon is sparse, shining on the ancient and mysterious temple below, with mottled light and shadow. Under the shroud of hazy night mist, this huge temple built by the centaur looks extraordinarily quiet and solemn like a silhouette floating on the floating clouds, exuding invisible pressure outward.
Ai Wen was shocked by the scene in front of him and immersed himself in it.
It is hard to imagine that in the depths of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, there are such amazing buildings and civilizations hidden.
Behind him, Harry, Ron, and Hermione also walked out of the woods, and then couldn't help but let out an exclamation, shocked by the astonishing buildings in front of them.
Their eyes slid over the scattered small wooden houses of the centaur one by one, and finally fell on the huge airtight black temple on the central island of the tribe.
"I never thought that the centaur tribe would be like this." Harry said in shock, "I thought it was just a few simple log cabins..."
"Beyond everyone's imagination!" Ron followed with admiration.
"The centaurs have a unique civilization, even their own country." Hermione whispered, "I didn't really understand the meaning of this sentence until today."
For the centaur tribe in front of me, it is not too much to use any words of praise.
The horsemen with their bows and arrows on their backs came out of the Forbidden Forest one by one, looking at the expressions of Ivan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione with pride, and were very satisfied with their shock.
"This place is much bigger than it was twenty years ago. At that time, there were not so many houses." Sirius said with a smile, "The temple on the central island was built by the ancestors of the horse people, and it is the most sacred place in the horse people tribe. , it has been for several centuries, and many stars and the souls of the centaur ancestors are enshrined in it."
"Where are the items left by Gryffindor kept?" Ivan asked.
"That's right, this is also the final destination of our trip." Sirius bent down, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared, and he said in a low voice, "Go into the temple in a while, if you see strange things, don't talk nonsense. Don't touch it casually. The centaurs have unique customs and unique magic, many of which are evil and dangerous, we must respect them and hold the necessary vigilance..."
"Strange custom?!" Everyone froze for a moment.
Seeing Sirius' serious expression, many terrifying images appeared in his mind.
"I went to Egypt last summer and saw this kind of thing in those huge pyramids." Ron whispered, "All kinds of curses, as well as mummies made by ancient Egyptian wizards. Wrapped in layers, stuffed with magic items and outlandish spells."
Needless to say, this is another attempt by ancient wizards to gain immortality. Ai Wen didn't know whether those pharaohs who were prominent in history finally returned to the world successfully, but the evil black magic born in them definitely caused headaches for everyone.
So, is it true for the centaur as well?
They will make all the corpses of their ancestors into mummies and keep them properly, hoping that the dead will return from the abyss of the underworld someday in the future? !
Looking at the horsemen around him, Ivan couldn't imagine that they would do such a thing. In his view, although the horse civilization is shocking, it is still in a relatively primitive clan state, and Aiwen prefers that they believe in their ancestors or a certain god.
"Do centaurs make mummies too?" Harry asked.
"Of course it's impossible. This is not Egypt. The centaurs are originally from ancient Greece!" Hermione disagreed with this. "That was the period when the ancient warlocks were at their peak. Their customs may have something to do with this aspect, but in detail What is it, I have to check again."
The voices of their conversations were very low, but Firenze, who was standing nearby, could still hear them.
"Unlike human wizards, we will not be disrespectful to the corpses and souls of our ancestors." He came over and said softly, "The centaurs now believe in the power of the stars, and the planets give us omens, but centuries ago, we were not in this way."
"What were you like at that time?" Ivan asked.
It seemed impolite to directly ask about the history of the centaur, but Firenze was not upset at all, and he blinked his dark blue eyes.
"I told you before that the powerful magic item that the creator of the castle kept in the tribe was incomplete, and it split with the division within the centaur." Firenze turned his head and said softly to Ivan, "We didn't keep our vows, and the elders have been blaming themselves for that for centuries."
"What happened at that time, why did you split?" Ivan said, "I checked many books on the history of magic, but I didn't see any records related to this."
"The history of the centaur will not appear in human books, we don't trust human beings." Firenze looked up at the dark red moon hanging over the temple, and said slowly, "Our ancestors once made great mistakes. No, they worshiped a wicked dark god."
"Evil dark god?!" Hearing his words, everyone was stunned.
"Because the time is too long, it is difficult for the centaurs now to figure out whether that god came from ancient mythology or was invented by our ancestors." Firenze leaned forward and said in a voice almost whispering, "No one knows it Where does it come from, we call it the satyr, who speaks to us from the void, demands our sacrifices, and leads us to prosperity."
This sounds very familiar, just like what the eyeball monster asked the acromantula to do for it, savage and evil. If it wasn't for the time mismatch, Ivan even suspected that the forest god who appeared suddenly was a monster deep in the underground ruins.
"The so-called prosperity is actually destruction in essence. Because of this incident, there were endless wars among the horse people. In the end, under the guidance of the stars, our ancestors won, but the huge tribe was divided accordingly." Firenze said softly, "The people who believed in evil gods were exiled from the tribe, and most of them were high-status horse people. When they left, they took a lot of things with them, including the powerful magic that the castle founder left in the tribe. part of an item.”
No one spoke, and everyone was absorbed in what Firenze had said. The centaurs have always been ignored by the magic world, and wizards disdain to understand them. There is almost no communication between the two sides. People only know that the centaurs live in a certain place, that's all.
No one could have imagined that such a thing had ever happened to the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.
Ivan shook his head, is this still the Harry Potter world he is familiar with? !
What happened in recent months is simply beyond imagination. Originally, I just planned to follow the clues of the secret treasure left by the four founders, but the discovery became more and more shocking. Ancient powerful black wizards and extremely evil dark creatures followed one after another. One appeared in front of him.
The more secrets you know, the more you feel the horror of this real world. (To be continued.)
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