"You're a child of the Potter family?" The silver centaur had spotted the scar on Harry's forehead. His expression was wildly exaggerated.
Well, Harry could understand.
"Yes, I'm Harry Potter." Having recovered a little, Harry tilted his head, trying to look past the centaur in front of him for any sign of the monster from earlier. Unfortunately, it had already vanished into the night.
"My name is Firenze. You really shouldn't be here." The silver centaur, Firenze, shook his head. "The Forbidden Forest isn't a good place at this time of year. In fact, it isn't suitable for a wizard your age at any time."
"It's all that great idiot Hagrid's fault." Draco finally recovered from his terror and struggled to get up. But his legs still seemed a little weak, and he couldn't manage to stand. He could only sit there swearing.
"Draco, I don't want to beat you up here, so you'd better watch your mouth." Harry glared viciously at Draco. Well, that sentence had a few f's and mixed into it.
Although he also thought that Hagrid bringing them into the Forbidden Forest had been an absolutely terrible choice, that didn't mean the little brat Draco could bad-mouth his friend to his face.
They sided with their own, not with whoever was right. Harry and Dudley had both been that way since childhood.
Draco opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't dare say anything else.
Firenze, on the other hand, was looking at Harry in astonishment. Clearly, the number of f's and in Harry's last sentence had exceeded his expectations somewhat.
Just then, a rapid series of hoofbeats sounded in the distance. Immediately afterward, a dozen or so centaurs appeared at the edge of the clearing.
Leading them was the black-haired Bane, whom Harry had