"In the illusion, you will personally participate in the bitter war between the centaurs." Gryffindor gazed at Elwyn, his calm gaze did not reveal any ripples. "Help the centaurs to seal that evil god, pass the test, and obtain the treasure key I left behind. If you fail, then you will lose your qualifications. "
"If I obtain that sorcerer's stone, your consciousness." Elwyn suddenly thought.
"Borrowing the power of the sorcerer's stone and the stars, this consciousness of mine has existed for too long, so long that even I am starting to get tired of it." Gryffindor calmly said. "Close to a thousand years, I have witnessed too many vicissitudes, far surpassing my expectations back then. To me, this is a special experience, but at the same time a form of torture. After you obtain the treasure key, I will completely disappear, do you have any more questions? "
Elwyn shook his head, feeling a little melancholy.
Although the other party was only a part of Gryffindor's consciousness, but this short interaction had allowed him to gain a lot, he was a little reluctant to let the other party leave.
Apart from that, he was even more hesitant about the future. Elwyn had the confidence to face Lord Voldemort, but he was not sure if he could defeat the evil god that even Gryffindor was in awe of.
Facing these indescribable beings, he felt that his strength was still too weak. He needed a mentor, if only Gryffindor could stay and help him.
"I believe that you will definitely be able to overcome all difficulties, and open the treasure we left behind." Gryffindor said gratifyingly. "It was so a thousand years ago, and it is still so now. To have a student like you enter Gryffindor Academy, it is my honor. "
He performed a standard noble farewell to Elwyn, smiling as he waved his hand. In the next second, the world in front of Elwyn's eyes started to shatter.
Everything broke into pieces, just like glass that had been broken.
The fragments flashed with silver light, falling down piece by piece before disappearing. Even Elwyn's body was the same.
This was a very strange feeling, watching his own body disappear.
When everything turned dark again, only Gryffindor's low voice could be heard intermittently from afar.
"That's right, that young fellow from the Slytherin family came here fifty years ago. He left a black spell on the Sorcerer's Stone. It's very ingenious and might cause you some trouble, but I believe that you will be able to overcome it. You just have to put the cracked Sorcerer's Stone back together."
Wait a minute, the magic left by the Lord Voldemort in the past. Elwyn suddenly thought of Professor Trelawney's prophecy, the person who would be chosen by the Lord Voldemort in the dark temple.
He wanted to ask what kind of spell it was, but he couldn't make a sound.
A strong sense of oppression came from all directions, and the surrounding air disappeared in an instant.
In the dark vacuum, Elwyn felt suffocated, as if he was about to die.
When he regained his senses, he found himself lying on the grass, gasping for breath.
"So you are the aid that the elders spoke of." An unfamiliar voice sounded beside Elwyn, "An underage pony, what a joke."
Elwyn raised his head, under the afterglow of the setting sun, he found himself lying on a small hill.
All around him were tall trees that he couldn't see the top, and an arrogant centaur stood beside him.
Different from the centaurs he had seen before, he was wearing a strange grey leather armor, a bow on his back, and his body was as strong as a hill.
The centaur spoke a language that Elwyn had never heard before, but he could understand it.
"Who are you?" Elwyn asked, subconsciously reaching for his magic wand.
"Human, I am Ugart, a warrior from the centaur tribe." Ugart's left hand held a large silver spear, under the sunlight, it flashed a heart palpitating radiance.
Elwyn suddenly realized, so it was him, no wonder he looked familiar, this centaur was the spirit he saw in the centaur temple.
According to Magary, he was the greatest warrior in the history of the centaur tribe.
Elwyn still remembered, this guy called Ugart had killed an adult fire dragon and many other unimaginable monsters.
"Hello, I am Elwyn, from Hogwarts." Elwyn hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Gryffindor told me to help you."
"I know, the elders instructed me, that's why I stayed here to wait for you, I hope this isn't a waste of time." Ugart said gruffly, "Get up, we don't have time to lie on the ground, my tribesmen are currently attacking the tribe occupied by the traitors, we need to hurry over."
He walked over, roughly grabbing Elwyn from the grass.
Ugart's two front hooves rubbed against the ground, staring suspiciously at Elwyn.
Following that, he pointed towards the depths of the forbidden forest, indicating Elwyn to follow him, his mouth muttering about how Elwyn was too skinny and not strong enough.
"We need to hurry, human." Ugart said.
Elwyn followed him and ran forward, but the centaur's speed was too fast, quickly disappearing into the forest, leaving only the echoes of the horse's hooves on the ground.
"Damn it, you should have waited for me, how can I race with the centaur in the forest."
Looking at Ugart's back, Elwyn was secretly anxious.
If he didn't reach the centaur tribe in time, who knows what would happen.
He still remembered his mission was to help the centaurs win the war and reseal that damned demon god. If he used his normal speed to rush over in 2-3 hours, everything would be over by then, and his challenge would be a failure.
"It would be great if there were some eagle-headed winged horse-bodied beasts around." Elwyn looked around, hoping to find something that could help him reach the centaur tribe as soon as possible.
But there was nothing around, the forest was silent, not a single sound could be heard.
Just when he was at a loss for what to do, Ugart once again ran back, his humongous figure like a small hill scurrying out from the thicket.
"I really doubt a little human pony like you can help us." Ugart said arrogantly, "If not for the elders repeatedly reminding me that you will be useful, I wouldn't even care about you. Alright, hurry up and sit on my back. "
The centaur's body slightly lowered, Elwyn hurriedly climbed up. He had previously sat on Firenze, he brought him and Pettigrew Peter across half of the forbidden forest in the middle of the night, but that was a completely different feeling from sitting on Ugart's back.
The robust centaur's body was too broad, Elwyn had no choice but to lean forward to maintain his center of gravity, the coarse leather armor in front of him was uncomfortable.
Ugart's speed was very fast, he brought Elwyn and sprinted through the forest.
Like sitting on a train, the surrounding trees rapidly passed by. Although it was not very comfortable, it was much more stable than Elwyn imagined.
As they climbed up a hill, the surrounding scenery suddenly widened.
Elwyn saw the distant Hogwarts Castle. Compared to the Hogwarts he was familiar with, the castle from 800 years ago looked more like a military fortress, its exterior was much more crude.
Apart from the main structure, many other structures had yet to be constructed.
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