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"Let's go back."

Hagrid slung his stone bow over his shoulder and said to Harry, "It's getting late, and you have class tomorrow—if I remember correctly, it's Professor Snape's Potions Class tomorrow morning. You don't want to be late for Potions Class, do you?"

Even Hagrid had heard of Professor Snape's formidable reputation at the school.

"Okay," Harry said, following Hagrid out of the Forbidden Forest.

Before long, they encountered a Centaurs.

Harry noticed that the Centaurs was very handsome, with hair the same platinum blonde color as Draco's, and a silver horse's body, looking exactly like the prince on a white horse in the dreams of countless girls.

"Hagrid." The Centaurs approached them, asking anxiously, "The Unicorn —how is the Unicorn? And the Dark Wizard?"

"Don't worry, Firenze," Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder beside him. "Miss Pabbie is fine. Harry saved her, and the Dark Wizard was driven away... but Miss Pabbie still has wounds."

"That's good..." Firenze breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Harry, and gave him a friendly smile.

"Harry? Really? Thank you, thank you for saving Miss Pabbie."

"It's what I should do," Harry said without adding anything more.

"Are you the boy from the Potter Family?" Firenze asked again, his sapphire-like eyes Winky.

Before Harry could answer, Bane's voice rang out.

"What did you say to him!" Bane came galloping over, furious. "Remember, Firenze, we swore an oath never to defy fate! Didn't we see the omens indicated by the planetary movements?"

"I believe Firenze thought he did it entirely out of good intentions," Ronan said in a melancholy voice, pawing the ground with his hooves.

Bane glared angrily at Ronan: "Out of goodwill?! What does that have to do with us! The Centaurs care about astrological Prophecy! We don't need to follow these lost humans around in our forest like donkeys!"

"Miss Pabbie is injured! She's so kind! That Dark Wizard... that Dark Wizard dared to attack her! Tell me, Bane!" Firenze said, suddenly standing on his hind legs. "Who do you think rescued you when you were surrounded by Acromantula as a child?!"

"The secret of the planet? This is the secret you're talking about!" Firenze was so angry his hair stood on end. "I must fight that guy! I can't let him hurt Miss Pabbie again! Bane! Centaurs aren't an ungrateful race! If necessary, I'll stand with humanity!"

With that, Firenze stopped looking at Bane and Ronan and turned to signal Hagrid and Harry to walk together.

"Why is Bane so angry?" Harry asked, puzzled.

Firenze didn't answer, but sighed and asked Harry, "Harry, can you tell me what happened to you?"

Harry omitted the parts about the Cruciatus Curse and his conversation with Pabbie, only telling the first half of the story.

"Harry..." Firenze suddenly stopped.

Hagrid and Harry, not knowing what he was going to do, also stopped.

"Do you know what Unicorn Blood is used for?" he asked.

"I don't know," Harry answered honestly.

"That's because harming or killing a Unicorn is an extremely cruel thing," Firenze said earnestly. "Only someone who has nothing but wants everything would commit such a heinous crime... Unicorn Blood can prolong your life, even if you are on the verge of death, but you must pay a heavy price for it! To save your own life, you slaughtered a pure, weak, and helpless life, so from the moment its blood touched your lips, you will have a half-dead life, a cursed life."

Harry thought for a moment and said to Firenze, "If I'm going to be cursed for the rest of my life, I think I'd rather be dead."

"Yes," Firenze agreed, "Unless you're just using it to prolong your life so you can drink something else—something that fully restores your energy and magic—something that grants you immortality. Mr. Potter, do you know what's Tibet in the school right now?"

Harry realized the shadowy figure's target almost instantly.

"The Philosopher's Stone!" he exclaimed. "Could it be... that the person who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone is...?"

He felt he was close to the answer, his heart pounding in his chest.

Some say that person is already dead, killed by him when he was only one year old—

But he couldn't quite believe that such a powerful Dark Wizard could die so easily.

But now, Firenze's words made his breathing quicken.

Now it seems there's only one truth!

The taste of revenge... is sweet, isn't it?

"It seems you should know now that there is someone who has been silently waiting for so many years, longing to make a comeback; and someone who is clinging tightly to life, waiting for their chance."

Firenze was very pleased with Harry's quick understanding.

This child... perhaps he should learn Divination, he thought.

"Impossible!" Hagrid exclaimed from the side. "The Philosopher's Stone couldn't have been stolen so easily. It's protected by Professor Dumbledore. As long as he's at the school, the Dark Lord won't succeed!"

Firenze did not answer, but only gave Hagrid a look that was hard to describe.

"The stars have told me my Prophecy," Firenze said softly to Harry, bowing his head. "By trusting the Centaurs ' Divination, we rarely go wrong."

"But you're wrong this time!" Hagrid muttered, seemingly unhappy that Firenze had offended Dumbledore.

Soon, the edge of the Forbidden Forest appeared before them.

"Then, we shall part ways here," Firenze said to the two.

Hagrid waved to Firenze: "Goodbye. Anyway, thanks for the reminder—I think I should go and give Professor Dumbledore a heads-up."

"Come on, Harry, let's go back together." Hagrid looked up at the night sky and said to Harry, "It's going to rain, let's hurry back to the castle."

Just as Harry and Hagrid stepped into the castle, a thunderous roar resounded.

A pure white Unicorn darts through the dense forest, like a forest Sprite, its steps light and agile.

The rain fell softly, piercing through the deep night and seeping into her body through the gaps in the branches of the trees.

She came to the stream and gently lay down under the evergreen pine tree, trying to find a shady spot.

A cool breeze carrying rain swept through the woods, and the occasional animal cries made the atmosphere of the dense forest even more desolate.

A faint white light flashed across the Unicorn's body, and soon a beautiful girl wearing Hufflepuff school uniform and with short, flowing hair appeared in the spot.

However, her body was transparent.

Pabbie against a pine tree, sat helplessly on the ground, covered her face with her hands, and began to sob softly.

Silvery-white ghostly tears trickled down through the gaps in their fingers and fell onto the black earth.

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