I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 193 In a Critical Moment, the Centaur's Treatment Methods

"Oh my god!!!"

"Incredible!!"

The horsemen watched in horror as the ice sculpture gradually formed.

His eyes were filled with shock and terror.

Is this the kind of magic that humans can master?

This isn't magic, it's a miracle!

Besides, this little pony in front of me is so young—is he fifteen years old?

A question arose in the minds of all the centaurs.

If even a pony like this possesses such power, then just how powerful are the top human wizards—like the legendary Dumbledore?

Isn't he just like the legendary Zeus? The king of the gods?

Suddenly, a sense of absurdity spread through their hearts.

Was what we were holding onto just a joke?

Even if you know your fate, what can you do in the face of absolute power?

Do we have the power to change things?

They were astonished, they were in pain, they were like lambs bound in chains.

Until—on the ground, the boy suddenly collapsed.

It fell down like a stubborn rock stirring up dust.

It leaves no time to think.

"Kyrie Irving!!!"

A girl's shrill scream echoed through the forest.

It's hard to believe that the elfin-like girl could display such intense emotions.

She looked at everything before her with tears in her eyes, unable to believe it.

But that's exactly what happened.

Just after the boy, several acres of land were frozen in terror.

He fell straight down.

Her emotions collapsed instantly.

"Owen!!" Hagrid snapped out of his daze.

He wasn't just worried about whether Irving was injured.

What terrified him even more was the already shattered ice pillar.

"Snap~~~"

The icicles scattered across the sky reflected countless points of light.

Then came the roars of countless monsters.

The dark tide surged wildly, and the unborn burst forth from the frozen earth.

It hysterically attacked all living beings.

"Look!"

"That is—"

Then an even louder roar came.

The centaurs on the high wall pointed to the sky.

Suddenly, a giant silver dragon soared into the sky with unstoppable momentum, shooting straight into the heavens.

Its silhouette flew higher and higher, growing larger and larger, taking only a few seconds to grow from the size of a palm to tens of feet.

Her body, as white as pearls, reflected light.

Against the backdrop of night, the silver dragon stood out like the moon.

It is more crystalline and dazzling than the stars.

Then came another dragon roar: "Roar!"

Flames cascaded down like a waterfall, resembling a reversed Milky Way, illuminating the sky as if it were ablaze.

Flames, like lava, were poured onto the earth.

Several acres of land were instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"Hiss!!!"

Sounds of cracking and disintegration began to echo through the forest.

Those dark, evil creatures were instantly burned away by the flames, losing their physical bodies.

Then, it reformed in the flames, and then disintegrated again.

Hagrid stood rooted to the spot, staring in utter astonishment at the dragon soaring through the sky.

He was like a hero, able to stir up a tornado with a single flap of his wings.

The wind fanned the flames, and the fire burned even more intensely in an instant.

Even though he was quite far away from that fiery red area, he could still feel waves of heat constantly hitting his face.

"Good heavens! That's—that's Bakal."

Hagrid felt he would never forget the astonishing sight before him for the rest of his life.

The sky seemed to have been torn open, the dark clouds were instantly pierced, and then flames from beyond the realm poured down. The apocalyptic scene felt like a giant hand gripping his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Look! Those monsters, they're scared!" a sharp-eyed centaur noticed.

With the magma-like flames blocking their way, the group of undead finally stopped their futile assaults, for there were still living people on the other side of the forest.

Then, a large number of dark creatures changed direction and surged back into the forest.

They come quickly and go quickly, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

—Even at this point, Hagrid had not yet recovered from the shock he had just experienced.

It wasn't until the giant dragon in the sky shrank back to its original size and landed on Owen, who was lying on the ground, that he came to his senses.

He then strode over there.

Bakal landed on Irving's shoulder.

It nuzzled affectionately against his neck, as if trying to wake its owner.

But the boy didn't respond no matter how he fiddled with him.

In the past, if it were this naughty, Irving would have grabbed it by the back of the head and thrown it away long ago.

"Irving!"

Hagrid rushed over and picked Owen up.

The child in her arms was terribly pale.

Fresh blood kept flowing from the tip of his nose.

The person's body temperature is abnormally high.

His forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

"He—" Luna rushed to Hagrid with Sirocco in her arms.

She lifted her head, which reached up to Hagrid's waist, and stared intently at Owen in his arms.

"We have to get back to the castle," Hagrid said.

"The magic has gone out of control in his body, which is dangerous."

As an expert in magical creatures.

Hagrid could easily tell how badly Irving's body was behaving.

This kind of magical outburst and loss of control usually only occurs in young wizards who are six, seven, or eight years old, and they all suffer from severe physical and mental torment before this happens.

And the next step.

This condition can develop into a disease that everyone is familiar with.

Remaining silent.

Parasitized by dark forces, they become Silent Ones who could spiral out of control at any moment.

Hagrid couldn't understand why a fourteen-year-old wizard would lose control of his magic, but the reality was that if he didn't intervene, Owen becoming an Obscurial would be inevitable, and the situation might even get worse.

For example, magic can go out of control, leading to death.

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Luna did not answer when she heard this.

Her silver eyes stared at Owen with heartache.

A resolute look lingered in his slightly raised, misty eyes.

As a true Ravenclaw.

Her intelligence even surpasses that of Hermione.

Regarding time travel, the speed at which she could accept and understand it far exceeded Owen's imagination.

If they were truly in the past, embarking on a great adventure, then that adventure must have ended in the future.

She—her past self—did not see Owen in the castle, or rather, the professors did not act as if they had encountered Owen.

It's worth noting that all four deans had some reservations about Irving.

However, it is undeniable that Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Spratly all acknowledged that Irving was the best student they had ever taught.

If something unexpected happens to Irving, these professors will definitely do something.

So, no matter how hard she finds it to accept, the fact is that Owen was definitely not back at Hogwarts Castle at that time.

But elsewhere.

After understanding all this, she reached out and suppressed her grief, soothing Hagrid's anxious emotions and comforting herself as well.

And to comfort the two little animals.

Sirocco raised its head, its azure, star-like eyes looking at Luna with confusion. It didn't understand why this little witch was stopping it from taking its master back to the castle.

But her master trusted her—so—gradually, the golden light on Sirocco's neck fur slowly faded and returned to normal.

But the little cat's head was still anxiously rubbing against Irving's cheek.

"What's wrong with him?" Hagrid and Luna were worried about Owen's current condition.

Behind them.

A centaur leaped down from the not-so-high city wall. He had a proud face with high cheekbones and long black hair.

"Hagrid, what's wrong with that pony?" The centaur's tone held a newfound respect; in the magical world, no matter how deep the divide between two races might be.

Strength can always make up for these shortcomings.

And this is also the best way to earn respect.

"Margaret?" Hagrid seemed to recognize the other person, but his tone wasn't very pleasant.

"His condition is very bad, and he needs to return to Hogwarts for treatment."

"Maybe we can help you!" Margaret whispered.

A large group of horsemen appeared behind him one after another.

Bain, Ferenczer, and Ronan.

"The centaurs are skilled at healing!" Ferenze said as he approached them.

His golden hair hung low, and his melancholy eyes were filled with undeniable respect.

"Please accept our help!" Ronan said at this moment.

He has always been the most reluctant to interact with humans. But now he has changed his attitude.

Hagrid watched them.

His face showed anxiety, and he kept urging Luna beside him to lead them away from here as soon as possible.

He doesn't trust the horse people.

It's not that I'm petty.

Hagrid knew that centaurs were a race skilled in healing.

But the current situation couldn't be resolved simply by treating the wounds. He found it hard to believe that the centaur's civilization could reach the level of healing the Obscurials.

Even in the wizarding world, being a taciturn person is considered a terminal illness.

No one who accepted this will ever live past twelve.

Just as Hagrid was anxiously waiting, Luna, who was beside him, seemed to suddenly receive a revelation. In her mind's eye, she sensed that there must be something on the other side of the centaur walls that would have a great influence on Owen.

"Maybe we can give it a try," she said.

Hearing this, Hagrid looked at her in surprise.

"Aren't centaurs good at healing?" She looked up at the tall centaurs in front of her.

"Perhaps they have a better way."

Hagrid was taken aback.

He knew that, given Irving's current state, even Dumbledore wouldn't have a good solution.

A Silent One once sought his help, but the young man's fate did not seem to be very good.

If the centaurs really have a way.

He held onto a kind of expectation, or rather, a kind of wishful thinking.

Finally, he nodded helplessly.

Merlin!

Deep within Hagrid's heart, he cried out, "Please grant me a miracle!"

Then they followed behind a group of centaurs, amidst the centaur warriors' synchronized gestures and respectful gazes.

They slowly arrived at a low, secluded staircase.

Walk up the stone steps. Step onto that high wall.

The next second, the two were stunned by the view inside the high walls.

Hagrid never imagined that the seemingly rough and backward centaurs could have created such a magnificent civilization.

Who would believe that a city actually exists in this forest? Although it is not large and can be seen at a glance, its architecture is magnificent and splendid.

The entire city was designed almost strictly according to mathematical geometry.

Each building corresponds to a planet in the sky, and houses are built in the city according to the rule of arranging the nine planets (the nine planets of the magical world).

They used a temple in the city center, with red, blue, and white as its main colors, as the sun, and distributed it outwards in concentric rings.

Hagrid noticed that in each lap, one of the buildings had lights that were brighter than the surrounding ones.

He guessed that it must be the current position of the planets represented by that circle.

Of course, apart from that temple, the other centaur buildings were very rough and simple.

It is almost entirely made of mud, stone, and wood.

Only that temple stood out from its surroundings.

An extraordinary double-portal temple, over sixty-five feet (twenty meters) high.

Stylistically, it clearly belongs to the Classical Greek period, and its magnificent appearance is composed of columns, reliefs, and pediments.

Following the well-maintained paved path, he and Luna were led by Ferencze and Ronan to the temple in the city.

Smoke from burning herbs spread around the temple.

The effect is roughly similar to that of sandalwood.

A delicate fragrance spread around them, gradually calming their anxious hearts.

Ferenc went to report.

A long time passed.

A centaur slowly emerged from the smoke.

He immediately attracted the attention of Hagrid and Luna.

Because he was wearing clothes.

As is well known, centaurs never wear clothes; they consider clothes a constraint, while they are free.

The centaur, an old centaur, was dressed in gray linen clothes and had a strange gemstone ornament around his neck.

He looks very old.

His hair was white, even the mane on his horse was white.

Ferenze followed him and whispered a few words in the old centaur's ear.

After hearing this, the centaur raised his head and looked at Hagrid and Luna with his cloudy eyes.

Finally, his gaze settled on Owen, who was in Hagrid's arms.

An aged voice then rang out, "Thank you, heroes who saved our tribe."

"Fate has brought us together again, and the stars have told me that a distinguished guest is coming."

"Don't be so polite, hurry up and see if you have any way to save him," Hagrid said somewhat gruffly. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with displeasure. He had no time to chat with these unreasonable centaurs.

"Of course, we will find a way." The centaur elder lowered his head and then approached Hagrid. His old hands were withered, reduced to bones.

The index finger is adorned with a necklace inlaid with jewels.

Then those hands slowly landed on Irving's forehead.

"I can sense that his soul is fragile and chaotic, but—"

"He's being protected," the centaur elder said slowly. "He'll be alright."

"Please follow me." With that, he slowly turned around, his hooves, no longer strong, clicking on the marble steps with a crisp sound, and he leisurely walked into the temple.

Hagrid didn't hesitate; he immediately followed.

The towering temple is very similar to the Parthenon in Greece.

Or rather, they are the same style.

The rectangular temple, containing a front hall, main hall, and rear hall, was estimated by Antony to be at least a quarter the size of a football field. A dozen or so tall marble columns supported the temple.

The centaur elder led two human wizards through the front hall and stopped in front of the main hall, which was decorated with reliefs.

"This is a paradise for the spirit of the centaurs."

As they entered the main hall, the centaur elder pointed around and spoke, a hint of excitement in his aged voice.

"The final resting place of all centaurs, where streams flow into the sea."

Hearing this, Luna was persuaded. Although she had no interest in learning about the history of the centaurs, her gaze still swept over the murals as she glanced at them.

Above her head was a giant star map carved with galaxies, which was the world map as understood by the centaurs.

The surrounding walls are densely covered with various characters and murals.

"Those are ancient prophecies, and the centaurs have done their best to preserve each one," Ferenze solemnly said to the two human wizards.

For the Malayans, temples are not only symbols of spirit and will, but also the historical record of their community.

"Among these is the prophecy about your coming here," the elderly man, possibly an elder of the centaur tribe, said in a weathered voice.

"No one expected that language would be realized in this way."

"Prophecy?" Hagrid scoffed. He never believed in such things. "It's that same old mystical stuff again, just like Professor Sybil Trelawney. What? Do you diagnose illnesses with crystal balls?"

"Of course not. The centaur tribe, with its millennia-old heritage, possesses healing methods beyond your imagination. Believe me, this will be a novel journey you've never experienced before."

"Hogwarts has a history of over a thousand years, and every brick and every classroom holds a secret," Hagrid retorted, then proudly raised his head.

In his heart, there is only one truly great place.

Hogwarts!

The world's greatest magic school!

It is something he should be proud of.

"Hogwarts is just as great," the old man said calmly, his tone devoid of any emotion.

Then, he slowly extended his hand.

He pointed to a stone coffin in front of him and slowly began to speak.

"Put that child in!" he said.

"???"

Hagrid's face darkened instantly when he saw the enormous stone coffin.

I asked you to save this child.

I'm not asking you to handle his funeral arrangements!

"Don't worry, it's just quieter there," the centaur elder joked, seemingly out of place.

Isn't it quiet?

They're all dead, how can things not be peaceful?

"Hoo~" Hagrid took a deep breath. Now, he could still hold onto a sliver of hope that the old centaur in front of him really had a way to save Owen!

With that, he pulled Bakal out of Owen's arms and carefully laid him flat into the stone coffin.

Then another centaur came over.

He held a golden wine glass in his hands.

It contains a purple liquid.

"This is a potion made from palm branches and some other herbs."

The centaur elder explained slowly.

"It can awaken the spiritual world of living beings, leading them to the sanctuary of the centaur ancestors. There they will receive revelation and the means to heal their souls." The centaur elder's slightly slow tone only emphasized the traces of this history.

He directed Hagrid to help Owen up, then brought the glass to his lips and fed him the purple liquid.

"Don't worry, I modified the recipe a long time ago and added honey. It won't be very bitter." The centaur elder blinked, then gestured for Hagrid to leave.

Several robust centaurs slowly closed the coffin.

The others retreated to the sides.

The centaur elder suddenly took out an unknown black herbal powder from the bag he was carrying.

Then, with a wave of his hand, flames appeared in his palm.

He poured the powdered herbs into the rising flames, and instantly the flames changed color from brownish-red to deep blue, accompanied by a large amount of smoke.

As if guided by some force, the smoke seeped into the cracks of the stone coffin.

Then the centaurs around him began to stomp on the ground with serious expressions.

A strange melody began to spread throughout the hall, followed by wondrous songs that came from their mouths.

In a daze, it was as if one was transported to thousands of years ago, to the land where gods walked the earth, and the sacrificial songs were solemn and melodious.

Even Hagrid, who initially distrusted centaurs, was now infected.

He frowned as he examined the stone coffin.

On the other side, Luna crossed her arms as if in prayer.

But more often it sounded like a plea.

She seemed to be transported back to the night her mother had the accident.

That day was the darkest day of his life.

Unconsciously, the song her mother often sang to her came out of her mouth.

"The first hymn I will sing for you: People often say that good fortune favors the virtuous, and the giant Raine once sang aloud to warn his lover Lindmore against her panic. You must cast all the dangers that trouble your heart from your shoulders. Heed not the gossip and whispers of others, for you must forge your own path in life!"

Her voice was melodious and pleasant to listen to.

Repeatedly, it was the mother's whisper.

Gentle and ethereal, with an unparalleled vitality.

"The second shamanic song I sing for you: You embark on a long and arduous journey, so be sure to restrain your behavior and be mindful of your conduct. Do not indulge in unrestrained pleasure and revelry. The goddess of fate will always protect you; often, it is yourself who dishonors yourself!"

"The third hymn I will sing for you: Swimming across the river, you encounter a raging torrent, about to drown. The Horn and Luther rivers surge with white waves, both flowing towards the Grim Reaper. You must remain calm and composed, and the danger will lessen, and you will be safe."

This is a song her mother sang for her.

The shamanic song of Groa, a Norse wizard.

The fourth shamanic song I will sing for you: If you encounter an enemy who has made up their mind to send you to the gallows, do not panic and lose your composure; perhaps they will change their minds. Their final act of abandoning their hatred for you depends entirely on your ability to turn enemies into friends.

"The fifth shamanic song I will sing for you: If you are in chains and shackles, with your hands and feet bound, I have a spell to break the chains. Just sing a song to your legs, and the iron chains on your hands will break, and the shackles on your feet will disappear."

(End of this chapter)