v2 Chapter 339： Evil **** and division

The dark red moon shines through the layers of dark clouds, exuding a cool style.

The shadow of the moon is sparse, and it shines on the ancient mysterious temple below. This huge temple built by the horses, under the cover of the fog of the night and the night, looks like a silhouette floating above the clouds. It is extraordinarily quiet and solemn, and it radiates invisible pressure.

Ivan was shocked by the prospect of the eye and was immersed in it.

It is hard to imagine that in the depths of the Forbidden Forest in Hogwarts, such amazing architecture and civilization are hidden.

Behind him, Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed the woods, and they couldn't help but scream and be shocked by the amazing buildings in front of them.

Their eyes glided over the chaotic cabins of the Ma people, and finally landed on the impenetrable black temple on the central island of the tribe.

"I never thought that the Malay tribe would be like this." Harry said with shock. "I thought it was just a few simple cabins."

"Beyond everyone's imagination!" Ron followed with amazement.

"The Ma people have a unique civilization, even their own country." Hermione whispered, "I have really understood the meaning of this sentence until today."

For the Malay tribe in front of you, it is not excessive to describe it with any praise.

The horsemen, who were carrying the bow and arrow, walked out of the forbidden forest one by one, proudly watching the expressions of four people, including Irving, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and were very satisfied with their shock.

“It’s a lot bigger than it was twenty years ago. There weren’t many rooms at the time.” Sirius smiled and said, “The temple above the central island was built by the ancestors of the Ma people and is the most sacred place among the Ma’s tribes. It has been around for centuries, and it enshrines the souls of many stars and ancestors of the horses."

“The items left by Gryffindor are kept there?” Aiwen asked.

"Yes, this is also the final destination of our trip." Sirius bent down and the smile on his lips gradually converges. He lowered his voice and said, "When you enter the temple, don't talk in a strange way, even more. Don't touch it. The horses have unique customs and unusual magic. There are many evils and dangers. We must respect and hold the necessary vigilance."

"Strange customs?!" Everyone stunned.

Seeing the serious expression of Sirius, there are many horrible pictures in my mind.

"I went to Egypt last summer and saw this kind of thing in those huge pyramids," Ron whispered. "All kinds of curses, as well as mummies made by ancient Egyptian wizards, they will die of Pharaoh's flesh." The layers are wrapped in layers, filled with magical items and bizarre spells."

Without the majority, this is another attempt by ancient wizards to obtain eternal life. Ai Wen did not know whether the pharaohs who were famous in history had finally returned to the world, but the evil black magic that was born was definitely a headache for everyone.

So, is the same for the Ma people?

They will make the corpses of their ancestors into mummies, and properly preserve them. I hope that the dead will return from the abyss of the underworld one day in the future. !

Looking at the horsemen around, I can't imagine how they would do this kind of thing. In his view, although the Ma people's civilization is shocking, but still in a relatively primitive clan state, Ai Wen is more inclined to believe in their ancestors or a certain god.

“Can the horses also make mummies?” Harry asked.

"Of course it is impossible, here is not Egypt, the Ma people are native to ancient Greece!" Hermione held a different opinion. "That is the most prosperous period of the ancient warlocks. Their customs may be related to this aspect, but specific What is it, I have to check it again."

Several of them talked very lowly, but Ferenze, who was standing nearby, still heard it.

"We are different from human wizards and will not disrespect the ancestors' bodies and souls." He said softly, "The horses now believe in the power of the stars, and the planets give us omen, but centuries ago, we were not in this way."

"At that time, what did you look like?" Ai Wen asked.

It’s not so polite to ask the history of the Ma people so directly, but Felenze is not uncomfortable. He licks his dark blue eyes.

"I told you before that the castle's founder saved the powerful magical items in the tribe is not complete, it splits with the internal division of the horse." Ferenze turned his head and said to Ai Wen gently, "We have not fulfilled the original vows. For centuries, the elders have been feeling this responsibility."

"What happened at the time, why did you split?" said Ai Wen. "I have checked many books on the history of magic and have not seen any records related to this."

"The history of the horses does not appear in human books. We don't trust humans." Ferenze looked up at the dark red moon hanging over the temple and said slowly, "Our ancestors once made a big mistake." Wrong, they believe in an evil dark god."

"Evil dark god?!" When you heard him, everyone was holding it.

"Because time is too long, it is difficult for the horsemen now to find out whether the **** is from ancient mythology or created by our ancestors." Ferenze leaned forward and said in a near-whispered voice, "No one knows it." The name, where it comes from, we call it the **** of the forest, it speaks to us in the void, asks us to provide sacrifices, and leads us to prosperity."

It sounds familiar, just like the eyeball monster asking the eight-eyed spider to do things for it, brutal and evil. If it wasn't for the time, Ai Wen even suspected that the **** of the forest that popped up suddenly was a monster in the depths of the underground.

"The so-called prosperity, in essence, is ruin. Because of this, there has been an endless war inside the Ma people. Finally, under the guidance of the stars, our ancestors won, but the huge tribes split." Ferenze whispered, "The people who believe in evil spirits have been exiled from the tribe, most of whom are very high-ranking horses. They took away a lot of things when they left, including the powerful magic that the castle creator left in the tribe. Part of the item."

No one spoke, everyone was immersed in the things that Ferenze said. The Ma people have been neglected by the magic world. The wizards do not bother to understand them. There is almost no communication between the two sides. People only know that the horse people live in a certain place, and nothing more.

No one can imagine that this happened to the Matri people in the Hogwarts ban.

Ai Wen shook his head. Is this the world of Harry Potter he is familiar with? !

What happened in recent months is simply beyond imagination. It was originally intended to follow the clues of the secret treasures left by the four founders, but it has become more and more shocking. The ancient powerful black wizards and the evil dark creatures follow one another. One appeared in front of him.

The more secrets you know, the more you feel the horror of this real world. (To be continued.)