Harry Potter and the Beyonder Heir

Suddenly, as soon as his words fell, an invisible pressure seemed to spread in the air in the entire room.

Wilkes was definitely not kidding.

This was originally his plan, if the horse prophet could not honestly tell him the message of the fountain of good luck, then he could only passively use some special means.

But the horse prophet still looked like a candle in front of the wind, his cloudy eyes, quietly looking at Wilkes in front of him.

Then, it suddenly moved, and with difficulty it prepared to get up from the ground, it seemed to be a small movement, but it was extremely slow, and finally, the horse prophet gasped in his chest and stood up completely.

“Let’s go…” it gasped twice before explaining, “The fountain of good luck is not in the tribe, we need to cross a certain distance.” ”

Then, the horse prophet took out a dead wooden branch from nowhere, used it as a crutch, and walked to the door step by step, muttering on the way: “All those who can pass the test can bathe in the fountain of good luck…”

Finally, with a “crunch”, it pushed open the door and walked out of the room under Wilkes’ indifferent gaze.

Wilkes’ eyes narrowed, looking at the back of the horse prophet, a little surprised, but he didn’t expect the horse prophet to be so aware of current affairs, and didn’t even say a word of resistance.

“From the fireworks…” Thinking about it, he turned his head to look again at the smoke-burning bonfire in the pile of houses, narrowed his eyes, and muttered: “Is it really, sees something…”

This has to make people think too much.

But after a few seconds, Wilkes collected his thoughts, stopped staying, casually cast a phantom spell, and walked out.

As for the horseman Bane, he simply ignored it, and after a while, it would naturally recover and forget everything about him.

As soon as he left the house, Wilkes saw the slow-moving horseman prophet, who had not yet gone far.

The horse prophet rarely left the horse tribe, so along the way, all the horse people were alarmed and came up to ask if something had happened.

“Let’s all disperse, I need to leave for a while, maybe…” In the face of the horses who were blocking, it just looked up at the starry sky and said melodiously:

“Coming back soon.”

Immediately, all the horse men fell silent, gave way, and watched the horse prophet, and Wilkes, who no one could see behind him, gradually disappeared into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest

From beginning to end, Wilkes watched their reactions and locked them up, but ignored the insignificant things.

Because the horse man is like this, he knows very well that even if he chooses to ask the horse man what the prophet is, he will not get a straightforward answer.

In their eyes, they are not interested in anything but the moon and stars, and they do not respond.

And the horse people believed the prophetic instructions very much, perhaps this is why they did not continue to block the horse prophets.

The actions of the horse prophets should be the guidance of prophecy, which is the voice of all horse people.

………

In the Forbidden Forest, Wilkes silently followed, behind the slow-moving horseman prophet, and after walking for more than ten minutes, he noticed that he seemed to have moved away from the Forbidden Forest.

It seems that the location of the Good Luck Spring is indeed very secret, almost out of the range of the Forbidden Forest.

“No wonder the location of the fountain of good luck can only be found by the horse prophet.” Wilkes said darkly.

He looked around, the fog was thick, the weather on the edge of the Forbidden Forest was very hazy, not to mention the direction, even things a few meters away, he looked very blurry, let alone looking for the location of the fountain of good luck.

At this time, a deserted ruin suddenly appeared in front of Wilkes, and it became clearer as it gradually approached.

He looked at the scene in front of him, and the first reaction in his heart was desolation, he did not expect that there would be buildings in this forbidden forest.

Although it is dilapidated.

“Visitor, what you want, right there…” said the horse prophet when he saw the ruined building in front of him, stopped sideways, and looked at Wilkes behind him.

Wilkes looked at the ruins in front of him and frowned, obviously having doubts in his heart about the words of the horse prophet.

“I don’t know what wonderful place is in this ruin, how can it be the location of the Spring of Good Luck?” He bluntly voiced his doubts.

Don’t say what kind of spring water is here, you can’t even see a water beach, could it be that the prophet of the horse man is playing him?

Wilkes wondered.

But immediately, he dispelled this idea, in the face of the cost of the entire horse tribe, the horse prophet should not dare to deceive him.

“Everything…” The horse prophet looked at Wilkes, his cloudy eyes, an inexplicable light flashed, and muttered: “It’s all there, everything you seek, get, you deserve, you don’t get, it’s your destiny…”

After speaking, the horse prophet did not explain more, but strangely, began to walk to the way he came, and returned to the original road step by step, without the slightest explanation.

Wilkes frowned, looking at the horseman prophet who was about to leave, surprisingly unobstructed.

Horse people are such a kind of creature that is difficult to understand, even helpless, always likes to say something that is not there, and is oblivious.

And too many inquiries are only in vain.

“It seems that the fountain of good luck…” He turned his head to stare at the ruined building in the fog, and actually guessed something, and exhaled deeply:

“What kind of natural protection is there…”

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