Lucius Malfoy was dead?
That shrewd, cunning man, undoubtedly one of Voldemort's most valued Death Eaters, was dead?
It took Harry several seconds to accept what he was seeing.
In his second year, it had been Lucius Malfoy who had slipped that terrible diary into Ginny's schoolbag, intending to create chaos at Hogwarts and force Professor Dumbledore from his position.
He had nearly succeeded then, if not for the fact that they had found the Chamber of Secrets and destroyed the diary.
Harry thought he ought to feel happy.
After all, whether during the more than ten years Lucius Malfoy had served Voldemort, or after Voldemort's return this time around—
Death was deserved punishment for Lucius Malfoy's many crimes.
But...
Looking at Draco beside the corpse, crushed by grief, Harry simply could not summon even the slightest trace of happiness.
Neigh!
More than a dozen monster centaurs reared up on their hind legs and let out savage whinnies!
Harry had more or less figured out one pattern of these terrifying creatures.
They were always drawn to greater numbers. Earlier, the monster centaurs had clearly been hunting the Malfoy father and son, but when Harry's group appeared, they turned without hesitation, their cold eyes tinged with grey reflecting their figures!
Neville's parents hurriedly pulled back Harry, who had unconsciously stepped out of the group. Then Professor Lahansen also came forward from the rear guard position.
Harry could feel the panic of the adult wizards. Yet even Professor Slughorn, whose body was trembling, bravely raised his wand.
"I'm not sure we can hold them back, Neville—"
Mr. Longbottom tensed up, his eyes fixed on the centaurs crouching dozens of feet away, ready to charge.
"So while we hold them off, rush over, grab the Malfoy boy, and get down to the Great