I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 119 The Legendary Prophecy
Wait until Bain and the two finish greeting the centaur standing guard at the door.

John followed them through the gate, over the wall, and what he saw was beyond his imagination.

The flat dirt ground stretches all the way to the front, and it seems to have undergone special treatment, so the horseman runs past without splashing the slightest bit of dust.

On both sides of the road are neat small courtyards.

A half-person-high fence forms a circle, and different flowers and trees are planted inside.

And the matching is very good-looking, which makes people feel as if they can dispel the troubles in their hearts at a glance.

The bungalows in the back are simple and atmospheric, full of the ancient atmosphere of history.

It's much prettier than Hagrid's house, and it looks a bit like Hogwarts' castle.

Most likely it was built by the same people.

John thought of the centaur treasure that Roach gave him, and couldn't help but have a guess in his heart.

This tribe of centaurs in the Forbidden Forest may have a special connection to Hogwarts.

"Want to go in and take a look?" Ronan stood next to John and said with a smile.

John saw many ponies not much taller than himself poking their heads cautiously out of roadside houses, looking at him curiously.

But just as he raised his hand to say hello, they shrank back in fear.

"Forget it, let's install the automatic ballista first." John waved his hand and said.

"Okay, go this way."

Ronan and Bain led John to the wall.

A ladder had been erected there at his request.

John climbed the ladder carefully and made his way to the top.

There is an emerald green ocean in front of you, and the sound of the wind in your ears and the chirping of insects and birds are intertwined and play a movement together.

John couldn't help but take a deep breath, letting go of the tension of being at a height.

Leaning on the ladder, he took a reduced automatic ballista from the leather pouch, placed it in the center of the stake, and enlarged it to the proper size with the Magnification Charm.

Then fix the surroundings, and the automatic crossbow is installed.

If someone with malicious intentions approaches, it shoots instantly.

And after a few seconds, those shot arrows will return automatically, so there is no need to make up arrows for it.

Simply convenient and practical.

But this is not the end, the automatic ballista still needs the energy to drive.

John also needs to carve corresponding magic lines around it.

This is the focus of today's work.

Otherwise, he would just hand over the automatic crossbow to the horsemen, and no one else would use it.

The sun gradually fell to the end of the forest, and a red cloth spread out in the sky.

Carving the last stroke of the magic pattern, John rubbed his sore neck and slowly climbed down the stairs.

He looked at Ronan and breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Everything is fine."

Today he installed a total of four machines, and his hands are almost numb when engraving magic patterns.

Hagrid and Baine were competing in archery not far away, and the two were evenly matched.

John put his hand over his forehead and looked over.

Hagrid pulled the bow vigorously into a full moon, took a little aim, and immediately let go.

The arrow, nearly two fingers wide, pierced the air fiercely, rushing forward with a howl.

With a bang, although it missed the target, the entire target was shattered.

The results are no longer judged.

"Beautiful!" Hagrid waved his hand vigorously, causing a gust of wind, and he looked down at Bane.

"It's a tie again." Bain said helplessly, rubbing his painful forehead.

While he hit the bull's-eye every time, Hagrid couldn't help being such a rogue.

Smash the target every time and yell like a kid that they're tied.

Looking at Hagrid's palm which was about the size of his head, although he was aggrieved, he could only admit it through gritted teeth.

And he can't stop playing, because the decision is not in his hands.

"Hagrid!" John yelled.

Hagrid turned quickly to look at John: "Are you done?"

"Yes!" John replied.

Hagrid was a little disappointed and reluctant, they had to go back after John was done, he hadn't had enough fun.

Bain on the side was overjoyed, this big stupid guy was finally leaving!

He will be in a hurry with anyone who asks Hagrid to come again in the future!
Hagrid strode towards John: "Then we should go back?"

"Well, it's getting late now, and it will be dark any later, so it's not safe."

John replied, turned around and chatted with Ronan, and walked towards the door.

Although Hagrid was reluctant in his heart and wanted to stay and play for a while, he nodded obediently and followed John.

As soon as he reached the door, John stopped suddenly and patted his forehead suddenly.

Hagrid immediately showed joy on his face: "What's the matter, is there anything else that hasn't been done yet?"

Bain's expression froze, and he yelled in his heart that it was not good. He stared straight at John, praying that there would be no bad news!

"No." John shook his head.

Bane immediately let out a long sigh of relief, and Hagrid's face fell.

"Someone asked me to bring something for you."

John lowered his head and looked for it in the leather bag.

Ronan and Bain watched John's movements strangely.

They didn't know anyone who would ask John to bring them something.

"This is it!"

John pulled the long box out of the leather pouch and handed it to Ronan.

Ronan took it suspiciously, and lifted the box with one hand to unlock the lock.

His eyeballs slowly protruded, and the expression on his face instantly changed from doubt to shock.

And it hasn't changed for a long time, the whole person is like petrified, even the sound of breathing is gone.

"Ronan, what's wrong?"

Bane gave Ronan a slight push. If it wasn't John who gave the thing, he would suspect that Ronan was under the Death Curse.

"Bain, Bain." Ronan came back to his senses, stared at Bain in disbelief, took a deep breath, and said incoherently, "Look, look at this, isn't it?"

"What happened to you?"

Bane snatched the box from Ronan rudely, and looked down at the contents.

In the next second, Bane also petrified in place, his mouth and eyes slowly opened wide at the same time, and soon he looked like Ronan.

"Is this that thing?" Ronan was trembling nervously, "The Bow of Erene! Our family treasure!"

"That's right!" Bane looked up at Ronan, the hand holding the box was shaking, and John was afraid that he would drop the box on the ground, "It must be, I can feel the power contained in it."

Dom and Lak, who were on duty at the door, also came over and looked at the longbow excitedly.

It can be seen that the bow of Erene is very important to the entire centaur tribe.

"May I ask who gave it to you?"

Bain held up the box and asked, as if it was because John brought them back the family treasure, his tone became more respectful, not as rough as before.

John said a little unaccustomed: "It's a friend of mine in the castle. His name is Victor Roach. Do you know him?"

"Victor Roach?"

Bain murmured softly, looked at each other with Ronan and the others, and shook their heads.

"Anyway, the Bow of Erene is back, does this mean that the legendary prophecy is true?"

Ronan whispered to Bain.

But it still didn't escape John's keen ears. He asked curiously, "What prophecy?"

He felt that he was wrapped in layers of past events from ancient times, and there were unsolved mysteries one after another in his heart.

(End of this chapter)