Both Centaurs had made it clear in advance that they wouldn't help any of the Champions. The idea that they might use Divination to help break Dumbledore's magic was pure nonsense.
But Harley wasn't surprised.
Even if she really wanted them to help break Professor Dumbledore's magic, wouldn't that be asking the impossible?
It was like Voldemort telling Lucius, the head of logistics in charge of providing his funding, to go and eliminate Dumbledore.
That'd be like delivering a package beneath Big Ben: everything above was on standby, and everything below was on the line. Even dreams weren't supposed to work like that!
If Lucius had that kind of power, why would he work for Voldemort? He could just get rid of him instead!
The kindhearted Demoness never made things difficult for people, so she didn't steer the conversation in that direction.
Harley and Pheobe parted at a crossroads. Harley followed the directions given by the key in her hand and headed the right way.
Ronan strolled leisurely back home to admire the wreath he'd just finished making.
Firenze, meanwhile, volunteered to accompany Harley to her destination and show her around the Centaur village along the way.
Ordinary Centaurs kept peeking out from the surrounding area as they went, curiously watching Harley.
Many of them had a hint of hostility in their eyes, though they seemed to be wary of something.
But they were much less friendly toward Firenze as he walked alongside Harley.
Harley caught snippets of curses as they went. More than one Centaur accused Firenze of being a traitor and of turning his back on the revelations of the stars.
Firenze didn't seem to care at all. He kept chatting with Harley.
Their conversation ranged from the Forbidden Forest's ecosystem to the invasive Acromantula, and eventually to