"Don't be afraid, Harry. Are you hurt?"
Devero hurried over and helped Harry to his feet.
He gently took hold of Harry's shoulders.
He could feel Harry trembling slightly.
He quickly led Harry to the owlery door.
"It... it was alive just a moment ago. I... I wanted to give it a piece of bread... and then it... it..."
Harry pressed a hand to his forehead, his face twisted with pain.
His eyes were filled with anguish.
It was as if he had remembered something truly terrifying.
His face was pale.
A sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He looked extremely weak.
Devero gently patted Harry on the back.
"It's all right, Harry. It's all right. I'm here with you now. You know I'm pretty powerful, so don't worry."
As he comforted Harry,
Devero kept an eye on Vega out of the corner of his eye.
He watched its every move.
His left hand gripped his wand tightly.
His fingers had gone slightly white from the pressure.
He was ready to attack at any moment.
Harry lifted his head slightly.
He looked at Devero's determined gaze.
Then slowly let out a breath.
"Thank you, Devero."
Harry managed a faint smile.
Confusion appeared in his eyes as he continued.
"I saw Vega flying toward me, and then everything went green... After that, it... died right in front of me."
As he spoke, Harry pressed a hand to his forehead again.
A painful whimper escaped him.
"Ah! I don't know why, I don't know why, but I just know it died!"
Harry spoke faster and faster.
His expression grew more and more twisted.
His pupils seemed to narrow into slits.
Devero noticed.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
Something was very wrong with Harry!
He immediately wrapped an arm around