My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 434 The Last Puzzle from the Starry Sky

"The history of the centaur is not as habitual as human beings to write records on stone tablets, clay tablets or papyrus."

While leading the way, Chiron said to Nelson and Tom who were walking beside him: "For 1000 years, the stories of our ancestors have been integrated into the legends of the constellations and have been passed on orally. Our revelations, the legends derived from them are not important at all, as this Mr. Riddle said, it is nonsense to combine the stars with someone's fate, we know better than anyone, those are just teachings The foal was just made up to make them remember better."

"I understand that, as with our history, it's often about what lessons we can learn from it, rather than memorizing those times and events, even though they're equally interesting."

"In order to avoid any misunderstanding among you centaurs, I have to make a statement," Tom interjected while chopping off a thick tree root under the two of them with his wand, "Gnar and his most respected The Ghost Professor."

"Bins?" Chiron nodded, "I know him. In fact, people who understand history like him can find answers to the future from what happened in the past. Unfortunately, the future is meaningless to him."

"The future has meaning for everyone, even if it is such a stubborn rock that cannot move or scream."

Nelson kicked a stone blocking the road aside, pushed aside the leaves that blocked his view, and moved forward quickly, the deeper he went into the forbidden forest, the denser the shade, the darker the sunlight, and even the temperature dropped a lot. The people chose a forest path they were familiar with, but this path was obviously more suitable for them with tall thighs and horseshoes. Nelson and Tom not only had to keep up with the speed, but also had to overcome thorns and thorns, crossing those waist-high bushes. Compared with the primeval forest in Albania, the Forbidden Forest has much richer species due to the nourishment of magic. Nelson had to carefully identify the way forward among the colorful plants that made him sick when he looked at it, and his complexion gradually turned pale.

"Put on those glasses." Tom reminded in a low voice, "Did you forget that those glasses are designed for your color weakness."

"Those are sunglasses, Tom, it's so dark in here," Nelson shrugged. "It's going to be a little bit harder, at least I won't fall to my death."

"Do you get dizzy seeing the rich colors?" Chiron stopped, turned around, stretched out his hand to scrape off a piece of bark from an unknown tree around him with an arrow, and handed it to Nelson, "I thought you It’s omnipotent, so I’m relieved now… put it in your mouth and chew it, it’ll feel much better, by the way, I know you guys will use the Qingquan spell, you can rinse it off.”

Nelson took the bark, put it under his nose and sniffed it. There was a familiar fragrance similar to mint. When the fragrance flooded into the nasal cavity, his mind instantly cheered up, and the feeling of nausea subsided somewhat, but this feeling also gave He had a sense of déjà vu.

"What's this?" Nelson asked curiously, and the fingertips holding the bark wrapped around two gauze-like graceful water bands, carefully washing away the accumulated sludge on the bark.

"I don't know," Chiron shrugged. "We only care about its usefulness, but it's not a star. Does it have anything to do with us? Some ponies get mentally injured for various reasons when they are just able to run. , we will use this plant to heal their wounds, if you are really curious, maybe you can bring a piece of it to ask your Professor Sykes when you go back, she took a girl in the Forbidden Forest last year The pit was dug at the entrance, and I went deep to find this kind of tree at that time... She should still be at Hogwarts, right? According to human standards, she seems to have not yet reached the age of retirement."

Thinking of the embarrassment of mentioning Dippet earlier, Chiron couldn't help but add something.

"This kind of vigilance is very prescient." Tom said quietly, "Why does every time you mention a professor, he will be unemployed? Is this also a kind of divination?"

"I know what this is." Nelson found a small crystal bottle with only half a bottle of green potion left in his pocket, unscrewed the stopper and sniffed, and said, "This should be the main drug of Qingqingling. It's very similar to the smell."

"It's hard to imagine that you'd take a bottle of potion out of your pocket," said Tom quietly.

At a time when the world is not peaceful, the Forbidden Forest is much more peaceful than the future. There is no such terrifying and magical animal as the acromantula in the forest. During the ceremony, the headmaster will threaten them with the danger of the Forbidden Forest.

Not far in front of the three of them, Nelson's small silver ball was being passed back and forth in the hands of a dozen or so centaur. After experiencing it for themselves, they quickly regarded it as a treasure, and the bright starry sky disappeared from time to time. Now, accompanied by bursts of exclamations, but even such a tempting treasure, the horse people have never thought of taking it for themselves or even playing with it for a while. Their eyes are extremely pure, and they will pass it on just by feeling it a little bit In the hands of the next companion, I have to say that compared to their wary attitude towards outsiders, the harmony within the group is enough for human beings to learn for 100 years.

"It's just because our world is simpler," Chiron said softly as if seeing what Nelson was thinking, "For us, the starry sky is everything."

"That's fine," Tom replied, not sure if it was out of spite or from the bottom of his heart.

"Continue to talk about the stars," Chiron raised his head and looked at the sunlight falling between the leaves. The mottled light and shadow fell on his naked upper body, and the welt marks on his back intertwined with light and dark, casting a touch of melancholy on this sculptural centaur temperament, "Different from humans, the centaurs are used to living in the forest, you know, in the dense forest, except for some sensitive creatures, most of the residents have difficulty discerning the direction, there are the same trees and the same leaves everywhere .”

"Yes."

"Humans are used to living in various places, mountains, plains, river valleys... But it is rare to see people living in dense forests," Chiron continued, "I used to live in France for a while, when I met I met a poet from Northern Europe. He told me that people who belong to the moon will distinguish the season according to the moon, people who belong to the mountains will climb the mountains to find the sky, and people who belong to the stream will find their destination along the stream—— This seems to be a proverb widely circulated among wizards in Northern Europe. Although I don’t know what it refers to specifically, human beings do live by water. For you, mountains, valleys and even rivers can be used as directions For reference, the centaur living in the forest can only rely on the occasional star-studded night sky through the dense tree canopy, which is also the earliest source of centaur astrology - to identify the direction."

"The person who belongs to the stream will find his destination along the stream..."

Nelson's eyes froze, and he muttered these words in a daze.

The sun gradually set on the hill, and before they knew it, the two had stayed in the Forbidden Forest all afternoon, and the hilarious crowd on the Quidditch field had returned to their dormitories, but Nelson and Tom didn't even know the result of the game, and the forest The chirping of the autumn insects gradually weakened, replaced by the howling of the valley wind at night. After crossing a natural fence, the moon poked its head out from behind the thin clouds and slowly lit up. Nelson's vision was blurred. Covered in darkness, feeling the crispness of the bark in his mouth and the coldness of the night, he couldn't help wrapping his clothes tightly.

The centaur in front lighted torches to guide the way, saving them the effort of casting the lighting spell, and allowing them to put their hands in their pockets to keep warm. However, the chubby figures only added a fantasy tone to this peaceful journey. Make it more of a magical adventure.

"But the sun, the moon, and the stars are constantly changing, and they have different positions every day. Except for a few constellations that point in a certain direction occasionally, if someone really uses a star map to find the way, then he may really be in the forest. Find your own destination here," Chiron said with a hint of humor in his tone, "I'm sorry, we haven't invented the compass for so many years, but the centaurs also have their own way."

He took off the strong bow on his back, drew a sharp arrow, and bent the bow to draw the string. Nelson noticed that the lines that seemed to be just decorations glowed in the night.

Chiron raised his arm high and shot the sharp arrow in his hand towards the top of his head. A sharp piercing sound resounded through the forest. It would make it uncomfortable to stick it on any creature, and it's no wonder that the centaur, who can only look at the stars, has a place in a world full of magic.

Nelson raised his head, and the sharp arrow shot straight into the sky. Its height made it hard to imagine that it was shot by a primitive bow. Finally, it lost power at the top, and the slight oblique angle of the shot cooperated with gravity at the moment, making it The arrow is reversed and pierced downwards.

"puff."

With a muffled sound, Nelson, Tom, and Chiron gathered in the center, and the sharp arrow sank deep into the hard ground without even splashing the soil.

Nelson bent down to observe, perhaps because of being moistened by starlight, the texture on the arrow shaft became brighter. Although he didn't understand the meaning, he could feel that it was beautiful.

"Vertical?" Tom noticed that something was wrong with this arrow. He stretched out his hand to get close to the tail feathers, and a pitch-black stone slipped from his palm, falling tightly against the arrow shaft, neither deviated nor approached, "How can this be done?" Is there a bevel anyway, isn't it?"

"This is the archery of the centaur." Chiron said proudly, "it is the skill we rely on for survival."

He bent his front hooves, knelt on the ground like a real horse, and softly recited the ancient language like a galloping horse and a long chant of a horse. Under the moonlight, the outline of the shadow of the sharp arrow gradually became clear, and then several clocks and clocks were separated. The dial-like shadows, those seemingly useless patterns make these shadows have different shapes, and each one represents a long story.

Chiron stretched out his hand, carved on the ground with his nails, and drew a standard circle around the tips of the shadows.

"At the beginning, our ancestors judged the season by the length of the shadow, and then found the direction of the position of the star at the current time. Since we are a race that is accustomed to migration, we have heard many things in the world during the long journey. A great event happened, and a wise man named Chiron connected the rules of the stars and the direction of the world... We understand that the world we live in is only a small part of the huge starry sky, but it is at least Live by the rules."

The inscription on the arrow shaft flickered, making the cast shadows move vividly, like an epic poem spanning thousands of years, but Nelson focused on the angle between the shadows and the direction the tip pointed.

"How precise can this magic be?" His tone was a little urgent.

"What? Divination?" Chiron replied, "Even the best prophet can't guarantee that everything he said is correct."

"I'm talking about this positioning method," Nelson raised his head and asked with piercing eyes. "Using the starry sky as a reference, every time and every place will have a unique positioning, right?"

"Do you understand it?" Chiron was a little surprised.

"Somewhat similar to the three-point positioning used by Muggles in navigation," Nelson raised his head, "but it can only point to fixed coordinates and directions. If you look at Xiaohan, with the help of the ever-changing starry sky, you can even be in Add the variable of time to the positioning coordinates, I understand... Can this kind of magic be taught to me? I am willing to exchange anything you want."

"It's not unusual, it's just that human beings lack the means to contact the starry sky. After all, no matter how thin the shadow is, there will be errors," Chiron said briskly, "You are the first human being who cares about it so much. I can teach this magic to you. You, after all, the starry sky you gave us is too precious."

"Excuse me, gentlemen," Tom raised his hand suddenly, "don't we have to go any further? I mean, your camp isn't too far from here, is it?"

"Camp? Hehe," Chiron said with a smile, "Mr. Riddle, this is our camp. Centaurs call themselves beasts. We won't set up camp like humans."

……

"Is it useful?"

After declining the escort of the centaur, Tom, who left from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, could only hold up his wand to light the way ahead. He looked at the intoxicated Nelson beside him, and felt that he was a bit incomprehensible: "Numergarde Doesn’t the high-power binoculars sold satisfy you? If you have to use this primitive method, let me tell you, the divination magic that you have never heard of is more useful.”

"It's very important." Nelson stretched out his hand, and a pointer-shaped sword appeared out of nowhere in his palm, and phantoms of stars lingered on the blade carved with more complex star maps, "For most people, it's not worth mentioning , but to me it’s almost like the last piece of the puzzle.”

"Oh?"

"The coordinates of the past, the magic power greater than the wizard himself, and the magic spell to reverse time... Who is there?!"

Nelson raised his wand and pointed it at the dark forest in front of him. There was a strange noise not far away. The two immediately put away their lazy expressions and approached slowly. Floating hidden in the darkness had quietly surrounded them from all directions.

A figure so tall and not human-like could be vaguely seen running in the forest, and the ground made a thumping sound, followed by dense footsteps and the sound of claws rubbing against the ground. It seemed that a battle was going on in the Forbidden Forest. hunting.

(End of this chapter)