Astrological Race! Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl? The Show Begins!

[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 mysteries behind planetary movements, passing this knowledge down through their race and instilling in them a reverence for destiny. You have perfectly inherited all of this.]

[Fate Changer (Purple): Born into a race obsessed with destiny, you developed a rebellious streak. You bravely defy your own fate, which means you will eventually part ways with your race's destiny!]

[Close to Nature (Blue): Born of nature and raised in nature, you possess extensive experience and magic from living in the dense forest. This also allows you to focus primarily on interpreting natural phenomena.]

As Harry and Malfoy battled fiercely in the sky over Neville's Memory Orb.

The surrounding classmates were shouting.

Devero leisurely recalled his encounter in the Forbidden Forest on the ground.

The moment Firenze appeared.

Devero guessed his identity.

He was the centaur who served as the Divination professor in the original work during his fifth year.

Devero thought the other party was incredibly handsome.

No wonder he had charmed so many girls when he taught at the school later on.

However, Devero did not load the other party's traits.

Although the [Astrological Race] trait looked incredibly valuable.

It could enhance Devero's talent in divination.

But after the warning from loading the [Wilderness of Knowledge] last time.

Devero had become very cautious about loading and copying traits from other races.

What if after loading, he turned into a person with a human upper body and a horse's lower body?

That would be a disaster!

So Devero very restrainedly did not load the other party's traits.

But then.

Judging by the description on the trait.

This so-called astrology should still fall within the scope of knowledge.

Since it was knowledge.

It could be learned!

Devero was now a [Magic Prodigy] and an [Exam Prodigy].

So as long as Firenze was willing to teach, Devero had no reason not to learn.

Therefore, Devero secretly decided.

He would definitely make Trelawney, that useless old hag, make room for Firenze later!

If not kick her out of the school, then at least give half of the class time to Firenze!

Devero didn't want to learn any strange divination methods that would curse him to death.

Thinking this, the battle in the sky entered a white-hot stage.

"Crabbe and Goyle aren't here to protect you, Malfoy," Harry shouted.

His movements were extremely fluid, as if he were born knowing how to soar through the sky!

Several quick side-swipes left Malfoy in a sorry state.

His gaze at Harry seemed a little panicked.

"Here, let's see if you can catch it!"

Malfoy let out a loud cry.

He threw the glass orb high into the air.

It then plummeted rapidly toward the ground.

While everyone's eyes were fixed on Harry, who was chasing after the Memory Orb, Devero's lips curled into a smirk.

His hand, hidden beneath his robes, opened slightly.

Malfoy suddenly felt as if his body were being pulled by some invisible force.

He was forced to grip his broomstick with all his might.

A sharp, piercing scream erupted from his throat!

"Help me!!"

And so, everyone watched as Malfoy clung to his broom, wailing in mid-air.

It had to be said, it was quite a comical sight.

Devero flicked his finger upward sharply.

Malfoy, broom and all, was sent flying thirty feet into the air!

By now, he couldn't even manage a scream.

His face had turned deathly pale.

He trembled all over, clutching his broomstick for dear life.

At that moment, Harry had successfully caught the Memory Orb in his hand.

But no one was paying attention to that anymore.

High above, Malfoy was plummeting toward the ground at breakneck speed!

At this height!

He would definitely die!

Malfoy stared at the rapidly approaching ground.

I'm going to die, he thought in despair.

He felt a sudden rush of warmth between his legs.

But as he drew closer and closer to the ground, a resistance suddenly emerged.

Malfoy gradually came to a halt half a meter above the grass.

He collapsed onto the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably.

He felt a sense of relief at having survived the ordeal.

Just then, Devero walked up to him.

"Oh my, you've been scared out of your wits. Perhaps the Malfoy family simply lacks the genes for broomstick riding; you'd be better off staying on the ground."

Devero looked down at him with a wicked grin.

Malfoy stared blankly at Devero.

That signature smirk gave him an intuitive hunch.

"It was you! You tried to kill me!!"

Malfoy scrambled up from the ground frantically.

He pointed an angry finger at Devero.

But everyone else was only focused on his soaked trousers.

"What are you talking about? I was only concerned for your safety."

Devero stood there, his smile never wavering.

"Malfoy! Potter! In all my years at Hogwarts... I have never..."

Professor McGonagall's roar echoed from not far away.

The shout extinguished most of Malfoy's fury.

Professor McGonagall was so astonished she could barely speak.

Her spectacles flashed with a furious light.

"How dare you... Potter, you could have broken your neck... Malfoy, you could have been killed!"

"Professor! He framed me! He cast a spell on me!"

Malfoy pointed at Devero once more, accusing him to Professor McGonagall.

"Impossible, who heard me cast the spell?"

Devero was fearless.

He turned to the people around him.

Everyone was stunned at this moment.

It was true that no one had heard Devero cast any spells just now.

And Devero's reputation had improved quite a bit recently.

Malfoy, on the other hand, was truly a notorious little bully.

Always looking for trouble.

No one would stand up for him.

Everyone around them remained silent.

Professor McGonagall's face darkened further.

"Malfoy! Disregarding classroom rules, engaging in dangerous behavior, and slandering a classmate!"

Malfoy pointed at Devero indignantly.

"He bumped into me earlier! That's when it happened! He cast a spell on me! He knows the Silent Spell!"

Devero raised an eyebrow.

Somewhat surprised.

This Malfoy could actually notice such details.

He actually had a bit of brains!

But unfortunately.

"Professor, this is my wand. You can cast a Backtrace Charm on it to confirm if what happened is true."

Devero had been prepared for this!

He drew the only wand from his waist and handed it to Professor McGonagall.

At the same time, Devero emptied all his pockets.

Indicating that he had no other wands on him.

So Professor McGonagall took Devero's wand.

The warmth between Malfoy's legs had completely dissipated.

A slight chill stimulated his brain.

Reason gradually returned.

He was already wavering.

He really wasn't sure if Devero had actually cast a spell on him.

What if Devero hadn't done anything?

What would he do then?

What punishment would he receive?