[Name: Firenze (Centaur)] [Age: 31] [Spell Library: Divination (Mastery), Healing Charm (Mastery),...] [Traits: Astrological Race (Purple), Fate Changer (Purple), Close to Nature (Blue)] ... [Astrological Race (Gold): Centaurs have spent centuries uncovering the secrets behind the movements of the planets, passing their knowledge down through their race and instilling in them a reverence for fate. You have inherited all of this perfectly.] [Fate Changer (Purple): Being born into a race that is utterly obsessed with fate has made you rebellious. You dare to fight against your own destiny, which means that your fate will ultimately diverge from that of your race!] [Close to Nature (Blue): Born of nature and raised by nature, you have extensive experience and magic for life in the forest. This also allows you to focus most of your attention on interpreting natural phenomena.] ...
While Harry and Malfoy were locked in a tense struggle in the air over Neville's Memory Orb,
the students around them cried out excitedly.
Devero lounged on the ground, reminiscing about his encounter in the Forbidden Forest.
The moment Firenze had appeared,
Devero had guessed who he was.
He was the centaur who became the Divination professor in the fifth year in the original story.
Devero thought the man was unbelievably handsome.
No wonder he later
swept so many of the girls at school off their feet.
But Devero hadn't loaded his trait.
Although [Astrological Race] looked like an incredibly valuable trait,
and could boost Devero's talent for Divination,
after the warning he'd received when loading [Wilderness of Knowledge],
he'd become extremely cautious about loading traits from other races.
What if he loaded it and turned into a human from the waist up,
and a horse from the waist down?
He'd be done for!
So Devero had held back and hadn't loaded Firenze's trait.
Still,
judging by the description,
this so-called astrology seemed to fall under the category of knowledge.
And if it was knowledge,
then it could be learned!
Devero was now a [Magical Prodigy] and an [Exam Prodigy].
If Firenze was willing to teach him,
there was no way Devero couldn't learn.
So Devero secretly resolved
to make that useless old woman Trelawney give up some room for Firenze!
He wouldn't insist that she leave the school,
but she'd have to hand over half her classes to Firenze!
Devero didn't want to learn some bizarre method of Divination that involved cursing himself to death.
As he thought about it,
the aerial struggle was also reaching its boiling point.
"Crabbe and Goyle aren't here to protect you this time, Malfoy,"
Harry shouted.
He moved with incredible fluidity,
as if he'd been born knowing how to race through the sky!
A few quick sideways collisions left Malfoy in a sorry state.
He looked at Harry with a hint of panic.
"Here! Let's see if you can catch this!"
Malfoy yelled.
He flung the glass orb high into the air,
then quickly swooped toward the ground.
While everyone's attention was fixed on Harry as he chased after the Memory Orb,
Devero's lips curled into a smirk.
He slightly opened the hand hidden beneath his robes.
Malfoy immediately felt his body being pulled by some unseen force,
and had to grip his broom with all his strength.
A piercing scream escaped his mouth!
"Help!!"
Everyone saw Malfoy clutching his broom and wailing in midair.
It had to be said, the sight was rather comical.
Devero suddenly flicked up a finger.
Malfoy, broom and all, shot thirty feet into the air!
By then, he couldn't even scream.
His face had gone deathly pale,
and he clung to his broom, trembling all over.
Harry had already managed to catch the Memory Orb.
But no one was paying attention to it anymore.
Malfoy was hurtling toward the ground at breakneck speed!
From that height,
he was sure to die!
Watching the ground rush closer,
Malfoy thought in despair.
He felt a rush of warmth between his legs.
But as he drew closer and closer to the ground,
a force suddenly checked his fall.
Malfoy gradually came to a stop half a meter above the ground.
Trembling all over, he collapsed onto the ground,
grateful to have survived.
Then Devero walked up to him.
"Good grief, you're so scared you've wet yourself. Maybe the Malfoys just aren't born with the knack for flying a broom. You'd better stay on the ground."
Devero watched him with a wicked grin.
Malfoy stared blankly at Devero.
That signature sneer
gave him an almost instinctive suspicion.
"You did this! You were trying to kill me!!"
Malfoy scrambled furiously to his feet,
pointing at Devero in anger.
But everyone was focused on the trickle running down his trousers.
"What? I was only looking out for you."
Devero stood there, his smile unchanged.
"Malfoy! Potter! In all my years at Hogwarts... I have never..."
Professor McGonagall's roar came from nearby.
Her furious shout extinguished most of Malfoy's anger.
Professor McGonagall was so shocked she could hardly speak.
Her glasses flashed with fury.
"How dare you... Potter, you could have broken your neck... Malfoy, you could have been killed!"
"Professor! He set me up! He cast a spell on me!"
Malfoy pointed at Devero again and complained to Professor McGonagall.
"That can't be right. Did anyone hear me say an incantation?"
Devero looked completely unbothered.
He turned to the people around them.
Everyone was still too stunned to speak.
No one had heard Devero cast a spell just then.
Besides, Devero's reputation had improved quite a bit lately.
Malfoy, on the other hand, was known for being a little bully.
He was always picking fights.
No one was going to speak up for him.
Everyone around them remained silent.
Professor McGonagall's face darkened further.
"Malfoy! You ignored the classroom rules, did something dangerous, and accused a fellow student!"
Malfoy angrily pointed at Devero.
"He bumped into me earlier! That was when he cast the spell! He knows Silent Spells!"
Devero raised an eyebrow.
He was a little surprised.
Malfoy had actually noticed those details.
He wasn't completely stupid after all!
But unfortunately,
"Professor, this is my wand. You can use Prior Incantato to check whether what I'm saying is true."
Devero had been prepared for this!
He pulled his only wand from his waist and handed it to Professor McGonagall.
He also emptied all his pockets,
showing that he didn't have a second wand on him.
Professor McGonagall took Devero's wand.
The warmth between Malfoy's legs had completely faded.
A chill pricked his skin and cleared his head.
His senses gradually returned,
and he was starting to have doubts.
He really wasn't sure whether Devero had cast a spell on him.
But what if Devero hadn't done anything?
What was he supposed to do then?
What punishment would he face?
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