"Hello, my name is Firenze."
The Centaur's eyes were like pale sapphires, and his gaze remained fixed on Damon, his expression grave—the prophecy of the stars had contained no sign of this person. If Damon had not arrived in time, Harry Potter should have been attacked.
What was going on with this turn of events?
He had observed the stars again and again. There should have been no error—or was everything caused by this boy who had suddenly intruded into the prophecy?
But before seeing him, why had the stars revealed nothing at all?
"Hello, my name is Damon."
Watching the boy respond so amicably, Firenze secretly guessed at his identity—could he be some eccentric master wizard who happened to be visiting Hogwarts and had stumbled upon this by chance?
That was impossible. Firenze felt his thoughts becoming muddled.
Just then, he suddenly sensed something. He instinctively looked up and clearly saw the shift in the stars—his pupils contracted sharply at the revelation that appeared in an instant—that evil being would die at the hands of someone present!
Would it be Savior Harry Potter, or—
Firenze looked at Damon with undisguised shock.
He made up his mind that once he returned, he would carefully observe the stars again to confirm it!
But for now—he had to follow the guidance of the stars and pierce through the fog.
He came before the unicorn's corpse and sighed mournfully:
"Such a pure, helpless life lost its life because of someone's selfish desires."
"Someone's selfish desires?"
"Exactly." Firenze looked at Harry, who had spoken. "Killing a unicorn is an act of extreme cruelty. Only someone who has nothing, yet wants everything, would commit such a monstrous crime.
Unicorn Blood can prolong life, even when someone is at death's door. But they must also pay