Chapter 340: Fate Changed and the Dark Temple

The mysterious ancient magical civilization, the evil gods, and the magical creations left behind by the most evil dark wizards in history, the development of things had long ago exceeded expectations....

That pushed Ivan to wonder if he was in the wizarding world of Harry Potter. He sighed and gently touched the wand around his waist, and the cold touch made him wake up again.

Deep in the subway ruins, the eyeball monster called himself the God of Death in front of the Acromantulas. He was in charge of eternal life and helped Aragog prolong his life with dark magic. But in the end, he proved that he was not a God at all, but the magical creation of the most evil dark wizard in history, and possibly Herpo the Mad himself.

So what would this creature called the "God of the Forest" look like to the Centaurs?!

Ivan thought for a moment, but there was fog in his head. He didn't know what the other monster was, but he was sure things were getting very troublesome, and the centaurs who believed in him took part of the key to the Secret Treasure of Gryffindor.

Recapturing the fragmented part wasn't going to be easy.

"Did you see the blood moon over the Temple?" Firenze said quietly, her face hidden in the darkness. "This is the worst of all signs. As I just said, the ancient evil is returning, and the evil god is about to return to the world..."

"You mean someone is trying to summon the evil dark creature your ancestors worshipped or to wake it from its slumber?" asked Ivan.

"Could it be Voldemort?" said Harry, "He's the worst dark wizard."

"Yeah, sounds like something you know who can do." Ron nodded.

"It doesn't make any sense, how does Voldemort know about the centaurs?" Hermione frowned. "And it's impossible for him..."

"I don't know what happened, but fate has changed!" Instead of answering her questions directly, Firenze continued, "Things have happened in the last few days. The blood moon representing the evil god coincided with the trajectory of Mars representing the War of the Magi, which means that not only you humans, but also the centaurs, will be involved in the upcoming war."

Hearing Firenze's words, Harry, Ron and Hermione's faces were filled with doubt.

They had no idea what Firenze was talking about. A terrible evil god had just arisen, and now there was an inexplicable War in the wizarding world.

Harry remembered Hagrid's comments about centaurs when he was talking to him a few days ago, "Centaurs are just confused old mules. They always look up at the stars and give others some vague warnings, but they turn a deaf ear to what's going on around them. They may know a lot of secrets, but they never tell you directly what they know; it's a waste of time to communicate with them through those harbingers."

Harry thought about it for a while, but he had no idea.

Ivan knew that the war Firenze was talking about was the Second Magical War after Voldemort's return.

Did that mean that Voldemort would summon the evil god worshipped by the ancestors of the Centaurs?

Although Voldemort had always despised non-human magical creatures, that did not rule out the possibility.

It was all too vague, and in the face of unknown enemies, Ivan needed more information.

Just as he was about to ask Firenze, he saw Magorian and Sirius coming.

"Honored human warrior, welcome to the centaur colony." Magorian bowed softly to Ivan and waved his hand, which seemed to be a signal.

Almost instantly, the dark, straight road in the middle of the colony suddenly lit up.

Fire pits were placed on both sides of the road, and were lit by the centaurs in turn.

It was a fire-lit road of light, stretching from the entrance of the colony to the Temple, looking very spectacular.

"The Elder is waiting for you!" Magorian turned and glared at Sirius, Harry, Ron and Hermione, and said with disgust, "As for you four, you may as well enter the Holy Temple."

"We're being treated like Ivan's followers!" Ron couldn't help but mutter.

"Don't take it to heart; centaurs have always been like that. There are a lot of centaurs like Magorian. They're arrogant. They look down on humans." Said Sirius uneasily, "We'd better hurry up and not stay here too long."

The huge welcoming team moved forward again, and Ivan and Hermione also wanted to ask Firenze about the evil god he had just mentioned, but he was nowhere to be seen.

They entered the centaur colony by the central path. On both sides of the road, more and more centaurs came out of the huts and looked at them curiously.

Most of these centaurs were old and weak women and children, and most of them were lesser foals. Ivan saw that several foals were very small, reaching only their knees.

Apparently, they had never seen humans, and their eyes were curious and full of fear.

Compared to going straight ahead on this road, Ivan preferred to visit the centaur colony and observe the centaur civilization up close, which was a very rare opportunity.

Apparently, Magorian had no intention of doing so. He led the way forward.

The closer they got to the huge Temple on the central hill, the more shock and pressure Ivan felt. The temple was about half the size of Hogwarts Castle. It was made of obsidian and the floor was covered with slabs of cyan marble.

The walls were engraved with exaggerated patterns of centaurs, hunting, offering sacrifices, stargazing, chattering, etc., as well as the trajectories of various stars.

But that was not all. There were many creatures and patterns that Ivan could not understand.

They were irregularly arranged throughout, and all the creatures' eyes felt as if they were watching him, making an ancient and mysterious pressure that prevents one from speaking aloud.

If there were any word to describe the Temple, it would be that it was dark and depressing.

"Something terrible is about to happen. In the dark temple full of taboos, the magic of the Dark Lord will be..." With the whistling of the wind, Professor Trelawney's hoarse, hysterical voice rang in Ivan's ear again.

Was the Temple of the Centaurs the place mentioned in that prophecy?!

Uncertainty rose from the bottom of Ivan's heart, and he felt his blood was about to freeze in his veins, he thought repeatedly about this matter, thinking of the terrible prophecy that would be fulfilled.

When he returned to reality, he found that he had reached the entrance to the Temple.

A cool breeze blew, and his back was drenched with cold sweat.

Ivan gasped, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and staring at the dark, narrow stone passage before him.