Chapter 411: The relics of the centaurs in the deep forest

As things stood, it was no surprise that the remains of the centaurs were the final destination of Ivan's journey, and the Philosopher's Stone was probably there.

Eight hundred years ago, the fallen centaurs sailed the sea with the broken Philosopher's Stone and the statue of the evil god, eventually rebuilding a new colony in the forest of Greece on their own.

Their original purpose was unknown, and there had been no news of them since.

All in all, this clan of rogue centaurs suddenly disappeared from the history of magic, leaving only the ancient mysterious remains in the depths of the forest.

Not long ago, several adventurers found the remains of the centaurs in the forest.

They brought back a large number of exquisite ornaments made of gold and gems, as well as a lot of tablets carved with ancient magic, which shocked the entire wizarding world.

Although the Albanian Ministry of Magic had repeatedly stressed that all the belongings of this relic of the Centaurs belonged to the country, it was in vain.

Driven by greed, more and more magicians flocked to this remote village, trying to get a piece of the treasure from the newly found Centaur relics.

Ivan despised the recklessness and stupidity of these people. The Centaur remains were not as simple as rumored. That terrible evil spirit must be there.

Although the fallen centaurs were no longer there, the spirit must still exist.

If it was summoned again, more people would just be its sacrifices and become part of its huge body of flesh.

What's more, this could happen in this dark forest, with Voldemort lurking there, waiting for intruders, planning a new plot.

Although Ivan didn't care about their lives and deaths, he had to admit that these unexpected adventurers had thwarted his previous plans and that if any of them had found the Philosopher's Stone in the ruins of the Centaurs, things would be extremely terrible.

Obviously, Sirius felt the same way.

After warning Ivan to stay in his room and not run, he began going out frequently to check on the progress of those who had entered the forest.

Crack, crack, crack...

Ivan put down his quill, with the shaky sound of the ragged signal outside, he found it hard to concentrate on studying ancient magical writing.

His mind seemed to be focused on the Philosopher's Stone and the relics of the centaurs. The noise from the downstairs hallway penetrated the thin wooden planks, making him even more annoyed.

With a sigh, Ivan opened the window, which was piled with thick dirt, and let in fresh air to disperse the strong smell of mutton in the room.

There was no word from Dumbledore for a long time.

Seeing groups of adventurers leaving the village and entering the forest, Ivan had the urge to follow them.

Whatever it was, it was better than staying in this dingy little bar.

His eyes looked away from the edge of the forest and to the low, dark door opposite.

A hooded old hag was looking at him with an unkind smile on her face.

She looked at Ivan viciously, as if he were a lamb about to be slaughtered.

Although Ivan did not feel threatened by the old hag, it was still very uncomfortable.

He closed the window and fell back on the bed. His consciousness gradually blurred.

When Sirius woke Ivan up, it was already late. Some candles on the rough wooden table gave an unpleasant dim light.

Sirius looked very agitated and looked like he had just experienced a battle.

"We can't wait any longer!" he said quickly, his voice sounding a little hoarse. "The latest news I received, the adventurers have entered the Central Temple of the Centaur colony and have completed the exploration of the first floor of the place. They found no obstacles and continued up into the core area, which sounds like trouble!"

"But Dumbledore...," Ivan hesitated.

"Let's go to the forest first. Dumbledore will find us." Sirius said, "The Core Temple of the Centaur Remnants is exactly the same as the Temple of the Moon in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. With our understanding of it, we should find the Philosopher's Stone."

"Time to act?!" Ivan got out of bed and asked, "Just the two of us, or with other adventurers?"

"Just the two of us, we'll go tomorrow morning!" Sirius said, "I can't believe those guys out there. They're all runaways, thugs."

Ivan strongly agreed with Sirius.

The adventurers downstairs were not really reliable. They seemed more than willing to leave their companions for the treasures of the centaur ruins.

Acting on their own would save the two of them a lot of unnecessary trouble.

After discussing the specific plan of action, Ivan followed Sirius downstairs.

Unlike the day, tonight's bar was remarkably quiet, and most of the guests had their faces blocked.

Here, it was very popular to do so.

As before, there was a man at the bar whose head was wrapped in dirty gray bandages, but he could still smoke and drink through a gap in the bandage in his mouth.

At a table by the window sat five furtive figures in hoods, lots of tattered robes that resembled those of Dementors.

In a dark corner by the fireplace sat three wizards, dressed in heavy black robes worn only in winter, with the hem hanging down to their feet, and a dark scarf wrapped tightly around their heads.

Ivan could see nothing of them.

The waiter was a middle-aged warlock who looked very strong. He served Ivan and Sirius two dinners and a free drink.

In fact, in this little old bar, Ivan, who was young and dressed in a clean robe, seemed to be the odd one out.

He sat down and there were a lot of unsightly eyes looking at him.

But after seeing Sirius next to Ivan, most of them looked away, with an unwilling look.

"Watch out for the wizard in the corner!" whispered Sirius.

Ivan raised his head and looked silently at the old wizard in front of him. He was slouching heavily and the stick in his hand was shaking evenly.

Under the stick was a small skeleton doll dangling by a thread. It looked very evil.

"It's one of the most popular evil magics in Africa; it can curse a person and destroy them completely." Sirius said, "Come on, we'd better stay away from him."

Over the past three days, Sirius had introduced Ivan to many things he had never seen before, and it had benefited him greatly.