Harry Potter and the Beyonder Heir

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The horse people in the horse tribe are doing their own thing, some are looking up at the stars, some are processing some herbs, and some are pony people, playing around in groups in the tribe.

Tap-da-da…

When the sound of horses’ hooves came again, the horses in the tribe looked slightly sideways, curiously looking at Bain and other horses in charge of patrolling.

Because just outside the tribe, there seemed to be visitors, so they all went out.

But it’s rare to come back so quickly.

One of the horse men who was processing herbs in the tribe, saw Bane and other horse people who went out, returned so quickly, looked puzzled, and immediately put down the things at hand and greeted them.

“Bane!” It faced a group of horsemen who had just returned from the tribe, and looked at Bane at the front and wondered: “What’s the matter, haven’t you found the visitor, or do you say…”

“Ferencze.”

Bane glanced at him indifferently, called out its name directly, interrupted Ferencze’s doubts, and said in a tone without the slightest tone:

“I still have something to do, don’t stop me in front of me.”

After that, Bane pushed away Ferencze, who was blocking in front of him, and walked straight to the horse tribe, a wooden shed in the center.

Ferencze looked stunned and even more dazed, not understanding what Bane meant.

“That’s…” It looked at Bane, who was walking straight away, and said in the direction it was going, a little surprised: “Why did Bane go to the horse prophet?” ”

The direction Bane was walking at this time was the house where the prophet of the horse tribe was.

In the end, Ferencze hesitated in place for a moment, until he watched Bane enter the Prophet’s house, and did not make a sound again, although he was puzzled, but he went to do his own thing.

……

The house of the horse prophet was hung with various plants, and in the center was a bonfire, and a horse man with pale hair and skin wrinkled like dead wood bark squatted in front of him with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Even when Bane walked in, it didn’t react.

“Here you are…”

After a long time, the old horse slowly opened his eyes and looked at Bane who came in, with a hoarse trill, and every word was exhausted.

But Bane did not answer, still standing in place with a stiff expression, looking at the horse prophet, indifferent.

The horse prophet did not seem surprised by Bane’s reaction, acting with his own difficulty, sideways from within the reach of the house, and grabbed two handfuls of wildflowers and weeds.

Then, it casually threw the two unknown wild grasses and wildflowers into the bonfire in front of it.

Cracking sound!

The weeds, which were originally somewhat dry, immediately made a burning explosion the moment they were thrown into the bonfire, accompanied by a faint black smoke and Mars.

The horse prophet’s cloudy eyes stared infatulously into the camp, muttering something in his mouth.

For a long time, the whole room was only its muttering, and the shell did not move from head to end, just froze in place.

“What do you want to get here. Or what are you seeking…” At this time, the horse prophet who lowered his head and seemed to be the remnants of twilight broke the calm again:

“Visitors…”

As if it wasn’t talking to Bane, it spoke strangely into the air in front of it, and there was something more in its cloudy eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

A little time passed, but the horse prophet never changed his expression, did not make a sound, did not pay attention to Bane, who had been manipulated, but just looked at the front with blank eyes.

Airplanes!

Finally, a few minutes later, in the house where there were originally only two people, the air of the empty place suddenly rippled, and a figure appeared in place.

A teenager wearing a black power suit, a black cloak, clear eyebrows, bright eyes.

It was Wilkes, who had been hiding in the shadows all along.

He casually removed the phantom spell, frowned, and looked at the horse prophet who was squatting in front of him, feeling that he had known his existence for a long time, and a dangerous gaze flashed in his eyes.

Wilkes wondered, not feeling that he had just shown his horse’s feet, how he had been discovered by others all of a sudden, let alone the horse prophet he had met for the first time.

Coming to the Forbidden Forest without warning, manipulating all the horsemen who had found him before, following the horse man named Bane here, and even choosing a clearing where he was standing at this time, there was no foreign object at all.

Everything is flawless.

Wilkes lowered his head suspiciously, looked at the horse prophet, silent, and then silently fixed his gaze, suddenly stared at the bonfire with sparks and black smoke, and muttered:

“Sage and mallow…”

He had some guesses in his heart, and began to look around the whole house, no wonder the plants in this room, he felt familiar at first.

Malva, sage, often burned by horses, predict the future by observing the smoke and flames they produce.

Hearing the sound, the cloudy eyes of the horse prophet lit up for the first time, looking at the human boy who appeared out of thin air in front of him.

You know, these two plants, ordinary human wizards don’t know, let alone a teenager.

Wilkes disagreed with this, looked at the horseman prophet who seemed surprised, and snorted coldly with disdain.

Under normal circumstances, in fact, as long as it is after the third grade, after the elective prophecy course, this will be recorded in the prophecy textbook, but the prophecy method of the horse people will be brushed off, so few people will pay attention.

Of course, he is definitely not included in it.

“It just seems that your prophetic ability is not enough to predict the purpose of my coming here.” Wilkes said indifferently.

Immediately, the old horseman prophet shook his head, not frightened or angry, but just like an elder, answered:

“Prophecy is not omnipotent, it can only give us a very vague future, as for the rest, we need to make our own judgment.”

Even so, the jealousy in Wilkes’ eyes has never weakened, it is a prophecy, a prediction of the future…

Although in the book, he also learned that there are many magical creatures in this world, or talented wizards, who can make predictions of a vague future, but experiencing it firsthand, it is still a little creepy.

“It’s a pity…” Wilkes suddenly shook his head after thinking about it.

What is the use of predicting the future, you don’t have enough strength, and the foreseen future is just your own death.

Thinking about it, he took out his wand seemingly casually, shook it in his hand, and spoke: “Since you discovered it in advance, I won’t hide it, I originally wanted to take your soul from you, and then extract your memory…”

Wilkes’ expression was indifferent, and he seemed to be unconcerned about the act of casting the Soul Reaper Curse or even forcibly extracting the memories of others, and continued:

“But now, I want to give you a chance, as long as you tell me where the Good Luck Fountain is and help me get it, I can consider it…”

“Let go of your horse people.”

He chose to bluntly finish his purpose this time, and his eyes became deeper, looking at the horse prophet in front of him, waiting for its answer.

Wilkes sneered indifferently, “Go and verify whether what I said is true.” “_

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