All things are three at Hogwarts

Firenze, Ronan and other six centaurs looked solemnly in front of the stone wall, trying to figure out the patterns that Allen couldn't understand, as if the most fascinating thing in the world was the stone wall in front of them, and nothing could distinguish them. Heart.

Although Matilda allowed Allen to walk freely in their inheritance land, Allen felt that it was better not to be too presumptuous. Matilda saw Alan's confused look, thought for a moment, and said to Alan, "Alan, if you are willing, I can accompany you for a walk in the fortress."

"It's what I asked for, my dear Centaur." Without being disrespectful, it would be best to have more knowledge.

They passed through the stone room and continued walking along the path paved with stone slabs. The sound of Matilda's hooves spread far, far away in the empty fortress. Allen observed the words and patterns on the wall all the way. He could tell that most of these patterns were describing various stories about centaurs and stars. With some superficial knowledge of astronomy, he could understand zero The movement patterns of a small number of celestial bodies are scattered here and there, but what the combination of the trajectories of various celestial bodies represents, Allen has no idea. As for the characters with complicated patterns, Allen didn't know anything about them. These characters were probably ancient magic texts, Allen guessed.

Although Allen, who possesses the Xueba System, seemed very ignorant at this time, it did not prevent him from keeping these unknown words deeply in his mind. The broader my horizons and the more I know, the more I feel that I still have a lot to learn.

"Alan, it's almost time. We have to go back and prepare for the ceremony." Alan, immersed in memorizing these patterns and words, didn't realize when Matilda left. Until this moment, it was like a dream. Xingpan came back to his senses from the majestic inheritance of knowledge.

In a daze, he walked out of the fortress and returned to the forbidden forest. The moonlight spread the silvery light all over the branches of the trees like water. The night air is cool and fresh, with a faint floral fragrance. This coolness filled Allen's mind with all kinds of patterns and words. His brain, which was about to explode, calmed down, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed and smoothed out.

"It's such a nice weather tonight!" Matilda said in a light tone.

Indeed, in this wide valley, there is no wind, and only the centaurs are perching or lying, looking up at the stars contentedly under the shroud of the starry sky. Allen subconsciously looked for the six centaurs including Firenze and Ronan, but there was no trace of them.

The bright moon was in the sky, casting a bright light. This valley is completely visible, except for the dense jungle in the distance. The quiet moonlight and the shadows of the trees are intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish the scenery. The valley at this time was very different from what Allen had seen during the day. The soft lawn in the middle had been completely replaced by flat land, with the line patterns that Allen had seen in the fortress painted with silver stone powder. These patterns form a circle, but the inner lines become more profound and complex as they go inward. These patterns drawn with silverstone powder emit a lustrous light under the moonlight. In the middle, surrounded by lines, is a wooden platform built by the centaurs using huge pieces of wood. It has a rough and simple beauty. On the wooden platform, three logs were intertwined with various vines and thrust straight into the sky.

Matilda jumped high and stepped onto the wooden platform. She raised her horse's hooves and knocked on the wooden platform three times. In an instant, a powerful knocking sound came from the wooden platform. This sound seemed to be the horse people's unique way of transmitting information. Soon, as if thousands of troops and horses were roaring, a large group of horse people appeared in the valley. They were of different colors and sizes, but without exception What's more, their manes sparkled in the moonlight. At this moment, they stood quietly in the valley, staring at the king Matilda on the high platform.

"People, we gathered together today to better explore the secrets of the stars. Our friend Allen generously sent the moon gem. Although the gem is currently entangled with the power of the curse, I believe that after our gift from Chiron, Baptism, it will definitely return to its original appearance." Matilda's words were full of confidence and courage.

As soon as he finished speaking, the centaurs who had been standing silently immediately became noisy and restless. They all seem to be excited about the news of getting the moon gem. They are eager to try and can't wait to contribute their strength to the tribe.

"Quiet, now, please stand quickly according to the direction of the constellation you correspond to." The centaurs moved in response and quickly found their respective positions.

"Now, the ceremony of Chiron begins!" Matilda raised her two front legs high and stepped heavily on the wooden platform, repeated six times. Six huge knocks sounded in the valley, and the sound of Dada's horse hooves was heard again in the distance. Firenze and the other six centaurs jumped over the bushes and ran to the wooden platform with their heads held high. Their manes sparkled in the moonlight, and they were full of dignity.

"Brave Chiron warriors, the time has come when we need your services. The stars in the sky will be your help. Now please take your place where you should be!" Matilda was solemn and solemn, with a solemn expression.

Firenze and the others immediately stood around the wooden platform, on the six spiral patterns painted with silverstone powder. Allen noticed that each of the six selected Chiron warriors had a different mane color.

Everything returned to silence. Suddenly, Allen seemed to hear a low and strange music playing in the valley. This was not an illusion, it was a faint percussion sound, similar to the sound of human tap dancing. Allen shook his head vigorously and listened. The music became louder and louder. It was a rough and trance-like melody. Suddenly, Allen reacted and looked at Firenze and the others. At the beginning, they just gently bent their knees and tapped the ground. Later, the sound of the horses' hooves gradually became stronger, the speed of the horses' hooves hitting the ground became faster and faster, and their forelimbs were raised higher and higher. ...The music composed of these dada's hoofbeats also became louder and louder, gradually making people feel as powerful as a rainbow.