Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“About what I just said, grab that wicked dark wizard...” Ivan is still ready to try again, even though he knows it's unlikely.

“We will not help mankind, let alone go against God's will.” This time, Bain no longer went to see Mars in the sky, and he answered Evan's question accurately, with some warning in his serious voice, "as he did two years ago, Mars' trajectory had shown its signs and should not be changed for what was doomed to happen. ”

“Although there have been some changes, the results have been the same. Ronan added, in his sad voice," Mars tonight is brighter than ever before, signalling the imminent arrival of the most terrible disaster. ”

“But..." Ivan was unsure if they were accusing the demons of the imminent resurgence, which, according to Professor Trelawny's prophecy, would be more powerful and terrifying than ever before.

He doesn't know who was chosen by Voldemort, but if these horsemen can help themselves catch Peter Pettigrew, maybe they can stop Voldemort from returning.

“Nothing, but I know what you're thinking, but wars between wizards have nothing to do with us. Horsemen care about the prophecy of stars, and we have no obligation to help mankind.” Bain replied harshly, "We can never change what's about to happen, either, and we swore an oath! ”

What else does Ivan want to say, ask about Gryffindor's treasure keys, but deep inside the forbidden forest suddenly comes an eye-catching red and white light, accompanied by heat waves, like the noon sun, that completely illuminates the pitch-black forbidden forest.

“What's going on?” Ronan grabbed the dirt on the ground with his hooves restlessly, "as if it were on fire, that direction was...”

“It's the territory of those octave spiders, something must have happened!” Bain took the bow and arrow off his back.

They didn't go to see Evan anymore, turned around and rushed over, blinking, disappearing deep into the jungle, leaving only a sound of horseshoes echoing in the open space.

Ivan hastily followed, knowing that he was burning Aragok's lair, and that he had to go faster, leaving him little time. Instead of moving in the direction Ronan and Bain left, he ran in the other direction, knowing that he would meet himself there and Peter the dwarf.

Ivan ran forward for a few minutes, entering the territory of the octave spider.

The terrain leans markedly downwards, and the surrounding trees begin to wither away, showing unhealthy grays, with occasional spider webs and white chrysanthemums.

Ivan's spirit was highly concentrated and he squeezed the wand in his hand.

When Aragok was summoned, the eight eyed giant spiders scattered throughout the forbidden forest were gathering in increasing numbers towards the centre of the recess.

Click-tock, click-tock, click-tock...

As Ivan became more vigilant, the three disc-sized spiders simultaneously plunged from the surrounding tree.

They wave sharp cheeks and make horrible clicks.

Ivan rushed to the right and rolled over the ground.

At the end of his wand, he emitted a red light, knocking the spider in front of him off, then quickly turning around, and Ivan suddenly stopped. He was surprised to see that the bodies of the two eight-eyed giant spiders behind him had been completely penetrated by bows and arrows, nailed to the ground dead and motionless.

These two spiders struggle constantly to make a heartbreaking sound.

Ivan looked up surprised and saw a horseman standing beside him, not Ronan, not Bain, who looked younger. His hair was platinum and he had a silver pony body.

“Are you all right?” The horseman walked over and pulled Ivan up.

“Nothing, thank you. I'm Evan Mason from Hogwarts!” Ivan patted the dust on his body, and then he was attracted to the horseman's eyes.

Those are amazing blue eyes, like light sapphire.

“I've heard Hagrid talk about you, Ivan!” The horseman said softly, "My name is Ference! ”

Evan suddenly turned out to be him.

Like most horses in the forbidden woods, Ferencher is equally in awe of heaven's destiny and feels the uncertainty of life, full of wisdom, but with great mindset.

But compared to other horses' aversion and disdain for wizards, Ferencze was not so exclusive to mankind and was not stingy in reaching out for help. This made Ferencze an alternative to Bain and Ronan, who believed that the horseman's responsibility lay with being a neutral bystander.

Ivan remembers that in Harry's fifth grade, Ferencher even accepted Dumbledore's invitation to replace Professor Trelawny, who had been expelled, as a professor of astrology. He accepted the position and was banished by his own tribe, and other horsemen called him a slave to the human race.

“While I don't know why you're here, the forbidden forest tonight is not very safe for little wizards your age.” Ferencher measures Evan, “all these octave spiders get manic, more aggressive than usual, and I have to send you back..."

“No, I can't leave, I have to catch Pettigrew Peter. ”

“Peter Pettigrew?!” Ferencze repeated it slowly.

“Yes, he is an evil dark wizard, he is...”

Before Ivan finished, he heard Ferencher say, "I knew him, Peter the dwarf, and he and James Potter, Sirius Black, and Lemslupin had been in our tribe a couple of times 20 years ago, and I was a pony, and every time they came, they brought me magical objects, food, and very interesting stories from your people. ”

Ferencher seemed to be remembering, and Ivan looked at him with surprise. No wonder Ferencher had a crush on humans, and now it seems likely that when she was a little girl, she was influenced by Harry's father and four of them.

“The four of them had a very good relationship at the time, because the ancestors of the horses and the founders of the castle had agreed that they would be recognized by the horses and would come to the tribe for a final trial to determine whether any of them were eligible for that thing.” Ferencze said faintly, "but they all failed in the end, and clearly they were not chosen by fate. ”

“That thing?!” Evan stood still and his heart suddenly started beating fast. Was Ferencher referring to the secret treasure key of Gryffindor, and he couldn't help but ask, “What is that thing? ”

“I don't know. Ferencze shook his head and said slowly," No one knows its exact shape. For more than a thousand years, it has been stored in a temple in the centre of the tribe by ancient covenants. It shines like a star every night, and only those who truly get it will know its original face. ”