Primordial Altar

Dumbledore was about to speak, the black Centaur lowered his bow and asked uncertainly, "You are... the pony favored by the Unicorn?"

Before the black Centaur could finish speaking, Wizet felt the gazes of those around him.

Wizet admitted, "It was indeed me... I encountered a Unicorn when I entered the Forbidden Forest last year."

He walked past Hagrid to the black Centaur, waved, and greeted him, "Mr. Bane, is that right? Good morning!"

"Uh... okay..." Bane was a little unaccustomed to this kind of conversation, and his response sounded a bit stuttering.

He put down his bow and arrow and looked at Dumbledore beside him. "Coming to the Forbidden Forest so early, I thought they were poachers. It's my fault."

"At least your first warning was given," Dumbledore nodded. "That means you listened to me."

Wizet stated her purpose directly. "I intend to come here to find an altar, which is deep in the Forbidden Forest. I hope you can let us through."

Bane asked, "What kind of altar?"

"An altar that can summon thunderstorms." Wizet pulled out her notebook and showed the map. "Lumos Solem!"

"So this is where it is..." Bane slung his longbow over his back. "Then you don't need to take the long way. I'll lead you through the tribe; that will be faster!"

The settlements of the Centaur Tribe are hidden among the trees, almost blending into their surroundings.

As Bane led them through the tribe, Centaur wrapped in vines would enter their dwellings and silently observe them in the darkness.

The tall male Centaur would then step forward and briefly communicate with Bane using Centaur unique language.

After hearing Bane's words, the Centaur would curiously take a couple of steps forward and fix their gazes on Wizet.

Of the group, only Dumbledore understood the Centaur's words.

"Unicorn are pure creatures, and winning Unicorn favor is not an easy thing. That's why Wizet is special, which is why they are behaving this way."

"These two ponies...are quite special!" Bane glanced at Wizet and Luna and added.

A Crumple-Horned Snorkack now perched on Wizet's shoulder was curiously observing Dumbledore.

Luna also had a Crumple-Horned Snorkack in her arms. She gently stroked the Crumple-Horned Snorkack's feathers, while the Crumple-Horned Snorkack half-closed its eyes, looking quite content.

By going directly through the Centaur Tribe, the journey can be shortened considerably.

Before long, an open space appeared before them, and in the very center of the open space stood an ancient altar bathed in sunlight.

The altar is made of huge stones, and traces of Runes can be faintly seen carved on it through vines and moss.

Looking at the altar in the distance, Wizet asked, "Mr. Bane, are you familiar with this altar?"

Bane took a few steps forward and shook his head slightly. "At least according to our word of mouth, this altar has always been there, but we don't know its specific purpose."

Wizet continued, "Mr. Bane, do you know of any wizards who have used this altar? Or... how exactly did this altar come to be?"

Bane recalled, "More than ten years ago, on a stormy night, a strong magical fluctuation came from here. But we were fighting the Acromantula at the time, so we didn't come to check."

"And this altar itself must have appeared out of thin air after the storm. My mother hummed this lullaby to me...%&!*?#@*%&!*?#@*%%#@*%&!*?..."

He hummed an ancient, melancholic tune, which Dumbledore relayed to him.

"After the roar of thunder and the dance of torrential rain subsided, in the silence, the Primordial Altar slowly rose from the mist."

"That's exactly what I mean!" Bane gripped his bow and arrows again. "I should be going now. Good luck!"

"Okay!" Wizet responded instinctively. "Mr. Bane, thank you so much for bringing us here."

"Uh... um..." Bane was still a little unaccustomed to it, and gave a few random replies before his figure disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

Altars are also a way to perform Ritual Magic, so Wizet was naturally familiar with them.

He took out the crystal from his backpack and, following the instructions in his notebook, set it in the corresponding position.

Crystals floated in the grooves of the altar, emanating an invisible magical aura like a gentle breeze.

Just as Fred and George said, the altar seemed to be damaged. Magical fluctuations lingered around the altar but could not be gathered, and the Runes remained unchanged.

Wizet recalled the Centaur's song, "If 'after the roar of thunder and the dance of rain' is Weather Charm, then the order should be altar first, and then thunder and rain following."

"The Primordial Altar slowly rose from the mist, could it be..." He raised his wand, Obscurus Core to pump violently, and Ancient Magic Power burst forth, flowing into the altar through the tip of the wand.

With a soft sound, the Runes lit up one by one, and the entire altar burst forth with a silver-blue light.

Ancient Magic Power is the key to making the altar work;

It seems that since the altar appeared, only the Marauder's Map creator has used this place, and thus could use the remaining Ancient Magic Power to summon thunderstorms and torrential rain.

A flash of inspiration struck him, Wizet raised his wand, chanting the Rainstorm Charm: "Storm!"

Above the Forbidden Forest, countless clouds gathered, instantly obscuring the warm sunlight.

The beige clouds looked as if ink had been dripped into them, quickly spreading into gloomy dark clouds.

In an instant, a torrential downpour began, the sound of the rushing rain drowning out the chirping of insects and birds.

Wizet didn't lower her wand. Instead, as if stirring up clouds, she slowly spun around a few times before casting her second Weather Charm, "Summon Lightning!"

The Obscurus Core pumped even more violently, and a bolt of lightning shot into the sky, piercing straight through the torrential rain and crashing into the dense dark clouds.

The dark clouds grew even more gloomy, almost turning completely black, with muffled thunder rumbling incessantly and Electric Serpents flashing and rolling within them.

Professor McGonagall gently patted Luna's shoulder. "If Wizet is dominated by animal instincts, you can try calling to him and guiding him out of those instincts."

"I understand, Professor McGonagall!" Luna nodded repeatedly, clasping her hands together tightly as if in prayer.

Wizet raised her wand and shouted towards the hunting grounds, "Potion, Accio!"

Holding the medicine bottle in his hand, looking at the blood-red liquid on it, he felt a surge of excitement.

He exhaled a long breath, pressed the tip of his wand against his heart, and chanted the spell he could recite by heart, "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus!"

After drinking the blood-red liquid, Wizet felt an intense pain, as if he were a candle being burned by a raging fire, his body feeling as if it were about to melt.

Along with that came a loud heartbeat, two heartbeats in total!

His heartbeat was like a frantic drumbeat, constantly assaulting his mind!

Thump!

Thump!