"Then why did you think it was the mysterious man?" Brook asked.
"Firenze told me. Unicorn blood can prolong life, but it also brings the curse of life. Only Voldemort would use blood to prolong his life, because once he gets the Philosopher's Stone, he can return to life."
The more Harry spoke, the more excited he became, even starting to pace in circles.
"But Bane, the other Centaur, thought Firenze saving me was a mistake. According to the prophecy based on the movement of the planets, he wanted Voldemort to kill me as soon as possible."
"Could you please stop saying that name?" Ron looked as though he was about to collapse.
Harry paid Ron no attention at all and continued analyzing it on his own.
"Snape wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone for Voldemort, Vol—"
"Harry." Brook cut him off loudly.
Harry froze.
"Don't say that name again. Ron can't handle it. We should respect our friend's feelings."
It was the first time Brook's tone had been so serious.
Only then did Harry look at Ron and see him trembling.
"Sorry, Ron. I got too worked up."
"It's fine," Ron replied.
"All right, sit down and eat something. I think you should celebrate." A smile appeared on Brook's face.
"Celebrate?" Not only Harry and Ron, but even Hermione, who had been tense all along, was confused.
"YYDS has taken another step closer to the truth. Isn't that worth celebrating?"
"But it's Vol... the mysterious man. He wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone. He wants to kill me."
"An unknown enemy is the most frightening kind. And you, Harry, have already beaten him once. He should be the one afraid of you now."
Harry felt like he was growing a brain.
Why could he never keep up with Brook's