All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 87 The world has been sad seven times

Hagrid yelled, "I've never heard of any Rhiannons 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 happened?"

"I believe that the centaurs do not grow out of the ground like potatoes. They hide women and children." When Linde said this, the centaurs around him looked very uneasy and their postures changed. Get nervous.

Firenze, who was walking at the front, said: "It's best not to remember the rest of the journey. I know you will remember it, but please remember it."

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 are stumping me. Although I have lived for more than a hundred years, I am definitely not as long as the centaurs who have lived 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 horseman named Ronan heard their whispers and said proudly, "Our history on this land is earlier than that of 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 we are getting close to the true habitat of the centaurs."

Firenze pushed aside the soft vines hanging like curtains in front of the stone wall, revealing a rock with a map of the northern hemisphere's summer starry sky. Instead of the North Star, there was an arrow hole. Firenze gently inserted the arrow into the hole. It's a perfect fit.

The surrounding centaurs made a low roar like humai. The stars on the mountain wall lit up one after another, and then the rocks rippled like water in a pool, and a circular channel two people high opened from the arrow hole.

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

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

Lynde nodded, agreeing with Dumbledore.

Fairy Hill is the residence of gods in Celtic mythology, a joyful place like heaven. This was the first time for Linde to see this kind of place, but he did not feel the traces of God's past. It probably only led to a magical secret realm.

Entering the passage felt like walking into a wet cloud. The centaur named Firenze walked at the front, followed by Bain, Dumbledore, Linde, Hagrid, and behind were other centaur warriors. The light at the end of the dark passage grew from the size of a grain of rice to gradually expanding, like a distant star exploding in deep space. Eventually, the light came straight to them without them having to walk. The surrounding dark, angular rocks dissipated like clouds 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 muttered praises for the scenery. As a centaur friend, he had never been here.

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 love-hate relationship, and the remaining two were pure-blooded virgins with steel souls. Lind turned his head silently. He saw Dumbledore with a look of reminiscence on his face, and Hagrid... what was going on with his happy expression? Could it be that they regard the centaurs as breeding animals?

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 leader's tent - a particularly gorgeous tent, with white cloth like goose feathers, and bead curtains strung with gold, emerald and amber hanging from the circumference. There is also a silver moon hanging on the decorative pillar of the spire. He said: "You go over there, Rhiannon already knows you are coming."

He seemed a little worried about Hagrid, "After you enter, just stare at the ground. If you look disrespectful, Rhiannon will be angry."

"Hey, don't worry."

Hagrid strode open the door curtain, and then let out a fierce cry.

"Oh!!!"

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

Hagrid was overcome by this godly and beautiful mare. He trembled and wanted to go forward and pet her. It was obvious that it was very hard for him to endure it.

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

The mare stood up and nodded at Lynde and Dumbledore, but ignored Hagrid. The half-blood giant looked stupid and didn't care at all.

"Hello, humans, and beautiful phoenix, I am Rhiannon." The mare did not speak, but a clear female voice came from her 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 returned the gesture and introduced themselves. By the way, "This is Hagrid. He doesn't mean any harm, he just likes to deal with animals." "

"The stars heralded your arrival. But you brought disaster to the world. Now that the stars have changed again, I want to know what made you change your mind?"

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

Dumbledore's eyes widened, he gently rubbed his long beard, and fell into deep 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 gazes of the three old virgins, the mare turned into a blonde woman. She seemed to be wearing a golden, airtight coat, but that was just her extraordinary length. of hair. “You can prevent disaster, why not do it?”

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

“This land has mourned seven times.”