Your Destiny Is Chaos

As Centaurs, they were born with the ability to read the paths of the stars, sense the pulse of nature, and glimpse the threads of fate.

In their perception, the vast majority of wizards were like grating noises in nature's harmonious symphony.

They were filled with the rigid traces of Magic Power learned through arduous study, completely out of sync with their surroundings.

But this boy before them…

He was entirely different.

Firenze couldn't feel even the slightest trace of deliberate Magic Power fluctuations from him.

He simply stood there quietly, yet seemed to perfectly merge with the entire forest, the land beneath his feet, and the moonlight above.

His presence wasn't that of an "intruder"; he felt more like a part of the forest itself.

Like an ancient tree that had grown here for a thousand years, a rock that had witnessed the ebb and flow of ages, a gentle breeze that had traversed the woods for eternity.

What shocked Firenze even more was that when he instinctively tried to find a star chart related to this boy's fate among the celestial paths, all he saw was… Chaos.

No, it wasn't ordinary, indistinct Chaos.

It was a grander, more fundamental "nothingness" that transcended the scope of understanding.

It was as if all the stars in the sky, all the myriad threads of fate, lost their original meaning the moment they touched this boy's existence, consumed and encompassed by a more ancient, more supreme power.

This was a sensation their Centaur kin had never recorded in any of their texts.

A feeling that originated from nature, yet transcended it.

"The light of Mars tonight is filled with bloodshed," Bane said to Firenze in a low voice, still using their language of astrological prophecy. He had clearly sensed Lin Yuan's abnormality, but his wariness was greater. "Evil walks in the forest."

Firenze was about to ask about Lin Yuan's origin when he was interrupted by a piercing scream filled with extreme terror.

The sound came from Malfoy.

Just as Lin Yuan and the Centaurs were having their profound conversation, Malfoy, bored and resentful, had walked a dozen steps ahead with his lantern, wanting to prove he was more useful than them and could find the Unicorn first.

Then, he saw the horrifying scene that would haunt his nightmares for the next month.

"Aaaah—Help me!"

Lin Yuan and the Centaurs immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

In a small clearing not far ahead, moonlight poured down like mercury.

A Unicorn, as beautiful as a mythical creation, lay on the muddy grass.

Its fur, originally whiter than fresh snow, was now dull and lifeless, its body still twitching weakly.

Most terrifyingly, silver blood, like melted pearls, continuously flowed from the wound on its neck, pooling on the ground into a puddle that shimmered with an eerie light.

And a humanoid figure, cloaked in a heavy black cloak, its face completely obscured, was hunched over the Unicorn's corpse like a famished vulture.

It buried its face in the Unicorn's wound, emitting a chilling, greedy sucking sound.

"Monster! There's a monster!"

Malfoy's sanity completely shattered.

He let out a shriek uglier than a cry, threw the lantern he was holding to the ground, and scrambled away, turning to flee.

Fang was even faster, tail tucked between his legs, disappearing like a gray shadow back the way they came in an instant.

Seeing this, Bane's handsome face contorted with extreme anger and deep disgust.

"Blasphemy! This is a shameless desecration of the forest's purest soul!" he roared, shaking his head violently, his black mane cutting an angry arc through the air.

Seemingly unwilling to look at the sordid scene any longer, and unwilling to get involved in wizards' troubles, he turned and disappeared into the dense woods with a few leaps.

The black figure, clearly disturbed by Malfoy's scream.

It reluctantly lifted its head from the Unicorn's corpse, appearing enraged that its "feast" had been interrupted.

It turned, and its eyes, hidden in the shadow of its cloak, locked onto the remaining targets—Lin Yuan and Firenze—then, like a wisp of weightless black smoke, it rapidly drifted towards them!

Almost simultaneously, hurried footsteps echoed from the woods on the other side.

Harry and Hermione had clearly also heard Malfoy's scream and were rushing over with all their might.

"What happened? Malfoy!" Harry, running at the forefront, shouted as he ran, his Wand clutched tightly in his hand.

Then, he burst into the eerie clearing and saw the black figure, radiating an ominous aura, rapidly approaching them.

The next second, Harry's world was consumed by endless pain and green light.

"Aaaah!!!!!"

A shrill scream, not of fear, but of pure agony.

The lightning-shaped scar on his forehead felt as if it had been seared by a hot iron, instantly becoming burning hot. A pain that felt like it was tearing his soul apart erupted from the scar, blasting through his entire head!

Harry's vision turned blood red, countless chaotic, evil, hate-filled images flashing wildly in his mind.

He felt as if he were back on that night, seeing the blinding green light, hearing a woman's desperate scream, and a cold, bone-chilling, malicious hiss like a snake's...

His vision began to blur, his legs gave out, and the Wand in his hand dropped to the ground as he collapsed in agony.

The black figure, seemingly stimulated by Harry's pain, became even more excited!

Hermione was too terrified to make a sound, only able to watch this horrific scene unfold with a frozen body, unable to move.

Firenze reared up at that moment, his front hooves pawing the ground as he let out an enraged whinny, ready to charge forward and protect the innocent student.

But, one person moved faster than all of them.

Lin Yuan, who had been standing quietly in place, finally moved.

He didn't draw his wand, didn't chant any spells, and didn't even adopt any defensive stance.

He simply took a step forward, unhurriedly.

This step precisely and perfectly placed him between the dark figure and the kneeling Harry.

He used his own back to shield Harry.

The dark figure suddenly froze.

Its "gaze," hidden in the shadows of its cloak, locked onto Lin Yuan.

An emotion far more intense than before, filled with savagery and uncertain suspicion, erupted from it.

Inside Quirrell's mind, a sharp, cold voice, like a serpent's hiss, roared frantically:

"It's him! It's him! It's this Eastern kid! In Hogsmeade... he humiliated me! He saw through me!"

Voldemort's remnant soul instantly recognized Lin Yuan.

That mysterious Eastern student from outside Borgin and Burkes, who had looked at him with an almost dissecting gaze, making him feel as if all his disguises had been stripped away!

Shame, rage, and fear of the unknown instantly overwhelmed the desire for unicorn blood.

"Kill him! Quirrell! Now! Kill him immediately!!"