Homecoming from Hogwarts

The next part of the journey was shrouded in silence. As we went deeper, the surrounding woods gradually filled with a primitive atmosphere that was isolated from the world.

From time to time, a few dark shadows flashed behind the giant trees and bushes shrouded in a thin miasma - these were magical animals living deep in the forbidden forest, and they were all extremely dangerous creatures.

However, these wild species did not choose to launch an attack. The magical creatures living in the wild all have keen senses. They can sense the aura of destruction lingering around the wizard who is floating forward. Moreover, the centaurs are definitely the "bullies" in the forbidden forest. Even those terrifying eight-eyed spiders are no match for them.

Finally, the group arrived at the former territory of Greyback and his men.

A fallen giant tree and a small rock hill formed an inconspicuous door.

Amosta slowly landed on the ground, his eyes directed at the centaur elder Horn, and Horn, understanding the intention, reached out his hand to his mane, stroking something in it.

"Mr. Blaine——"

Firenze hesitated and walked to Amosita's side. Amosita could see that this young and strong centaur, who looked much rougher than humans, had a look of hesitation on his face.

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Amosta asked gently.

"Um, nothing, I--"

Firenze noticed Ronan's warning look, which made him even more hesitant. He pawed his front hooves a few times and asked,

"How's the Potter boy doing?"

"You mean Halima?"

Amosta smiled at Firenze,
"He's doing fine. I mean, thriving. But Firenze, I'm afraid that's not what you meant to say?"

"Firenze!"

Ronan shouted in a low voice, and the centaur elder Horn, who had taken out the key, turned around and looked at the uneasy Firenze.

"You are right, Mr. Blaine——"

Ronan's straightforward warning did not deter Firenze. Even though he was extremely concerned, he still gritted his teeth and insisted on speaking.
"Well, we don't know why you've come to visit the druids, but—"

Firenze took a breath of cold, smelly air to slow down the rapid beating of his heart.

"Those druids are all kindhearted humans. Oh, of course, I know Miss Cleona committed an unforgivable crime against wizards, but the people in the secret realm are... all..."

"Innocent?"

Amosta smiled and completed what Firenze could not say.

The three centaurs fell silent. Horn held the key to the secret realm tightly in his hand but did not open the door, as if he was waiting for something.

"Do not worry--"

Amosta took in the expressions of the three centaurs. He put his hands behind his back, stared at the door of the secret realm, and said calmly,
"I came to them just to ask for their approval. Of course, if we don't reach an agreement, I won't kill anyone."

Amosta's assurance undoubtedly made the three centaurs relax a lot. As descendants of the island of Avalon, they did not want to see the druids go to destruction.

Horn bowed to Amosta, then walked to the stump of the giant tree and pressed the emerald green leaves into the inconspicuous depression on the stump. A vortex of magic intertwined with gold and green appeared in front of Amosta.

Although it was his second time entering the secret realm, the scenery of the secret world still made Amosita admire it from the bottom of his heart.

The time cycle and weather system here are separated from the outside world. Unlike the outside world that has been wet by heavy rain, the secret realm is still warm and sunny. The soft golden sunlight shines on the emerald green lawn and the umbrella-shaped crowns of towering trees. Everything is magnificent, and the fragrance of flowers and the ethereal sound of birds in the air make people feel deeply comfortable and relaxed.

The towering oak tree in the middle of the secret realm was like a giant holding up the world. Amostas stared at it quietly, and everything he had experienced on the collapsed island of Avalon reappeared before his eyes.

Merlin's power is simply terrifying, as he built such a huge secret realm and moved the island of Avalon thousands of feet into the sky.
Of course, this does not rule out being related to the world's magical environment, but even so, if a powerful wizard with powers close to Merlin appeared in modern times, Amosita really wouldn't know how to resist.

The noise of the door opening has attracted the attention of the people living here, and a little girl with smooth brown hair and a group of children are rushing here happily.

Amosta's eyes moved away from the huge oak tree and fell on the group of children. If he remembered correctly, the little girl's name was Luoya.
In the distance, the little girl was dancing and laughing, waving at Horn,

And Uncle Firenze and Uncle Ronan, why are you here? It’s not time to restock supplies yet!"

Because of their height, the group of children only saw three tall centaurs. But when they climbed over the last high slope and Amosta appeared in their sight, the dozen or so children who had originally run towards them with joy suddenly froze in their expressions, and fear appeared in their bright eyes!

A wizard broke into their secret realm!
The children, who had developed a sense of vigilance during their wandering, immediately realized this. The joy on their faces disappeared, and they turned around and ran towards the sacred tree. Only one child stayed where he was, staring at Amosta in a daze.

But when the centaur and Amosta took a step forward, the little girl subconsciously began to retreat.

"Don't be afraid, Luoya——"

Horn glanced at the gentle and smiling Amosta, waved at her with a kind smile, and said, "No one will hurt you."

The assurance from Elder Horn, who was very prestigious here, did give Luo Ya some courage. She stopped retreating and stood there waiting for them to approach.

The little girl with soft gray hair, handsome features and deep purple eyes looked at Amosta, her thin shoulders shrunk, her eyes timid, and her tender little face showing both confusion and curiosity.

"Luo Ya, this is--"

"Oh, may I introduce myself, Horn."

Amosta interrupted Horn's words, smiled and stretched out a hand towards Luoya.

"Hello, I'm Amosta Blaine. You can call me Professor Blaine. Oh, you can also call me Amosta. Then, can I call you Luoya?"

Luoya pursed her pale lips and looked at the hand extended by the handsome wizard. Her body trembled uncontrollably, but in the end, she still plucked up the courage to extend her little hand.

The moment the two palms, one large and one small, touched, the warmth from the palms made Luoya feel relieved. She could feel that this wizard with beautiful purple eyes had no ill intentions. She grabbed Amosta's fingers and shook them a few times.

"Professor Blaine"

Luo Ya blinked her long eyelashes, and curiosity was revealed in her childish voice.

"Are you a teacher in the castle?"

Amosta was about to answer, but—
"Let her go!"

A deep voice filled with anger and fear came from a distance. Although the person had not arrived yet, a stream of green light took the lead and broke through the air, accurately hitting an oak tree more than fifty feet high beside Amosta.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the earth shook violently!
The sturdy oak tree suddenly came alive, and its branches turned into many huge hands, surrounding Amosta from all directions. At the same time, a green vine lying on the ground quickly wrapped around Luoya's ankles, and before she was affected, she was nimbly pulled away from Amosta.

boom!
The giant palms closed together, making a deafening roar like a thunderstorm, and when Horn came to his senses, Amosta Brian in front of him had been trapped in a group of huge wooden palms, and these wooden palms were still desperately shrinking and pressing!
"What are you doing, Flomid, stop it!"

Elder Horn roared in fear, raising his two front hooves into the air!
The middle-aged man who jumped into the air to catch Luoya was stunned. He thought that Elder Horn, Frunze and Ronan were being held hostage, but he did not expect that Elder Horn was pleading for the intruder.

"Nice magic—"

A faint, majestic humming sounded in everyone's ears.

As soon as he landed on the ground, Fromide was horrified to find that the oak prison he had set up was emitting wisps of green smoke. Before he could take any remedial measures, the oak prison, which had turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned into ashes in a gust of breeze!
Looking at the gray-haired young man standing in the ashes with a calm face and no expression of joy or anger, Flomid, who was holding Luoya in his arms, trembled in his heart and cried out:
"You are Mr. Amosta Blaine?"

(End of this chapter)