HP Approaches the Magic World

With Firenze taking care of Harry, there is no need for Jon to show up.

He hid in the shadows and observed quietly. Because Voldemort appeared at close range, the scar on Harry's forehead gave a very strong reaction, which caused Harry to faint.

But this was not difficult for Firenze. The centaur waited for a while until Harry woke up.

"Are you OK?"

Firenze pulled Harry up and asked.

"It's okay, thank you...just now, what was that?"

Harry asked with a trembling voice, his voice full of joy at escaping death.

Firenze did not answer, but looked directly at Harry.

His eyes were very beautiful, like light sapphires. Jon had only seen eyes like that on the old man from the Black Bird Tribe in the illusion. They were very strange.

However, the individual characteristics of the centaurs are very obvious. Not all centaurs are like this. The people of the black bird tribe have almost the same eyes.

Under the shadow of the woods, Firenze carefully looked at the little boy in front of him, his eyes resting on the bright and prominent scar on Harry's forehead.

"You are the Potter boy," he said. "You'd better go back to Hagrid. The forest is not very safe at this time - especially for you. Can you ride a horse? It will be faster.

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"My name is Firenze."

he added, bending his front legs and lowering himself, allowing Harry to climb onto his back.

Suddenly, from the other side of the small clearing, there was the sound of more horse hooves. Jon collected his magic waves in the woods, planning to leave here and return to his cabin later.

It's still not safe here, and Harry has nothing to do and no longer needs his protection.

However, he can definitely watch a show here for a while.

As soon as he restrained his magic barrier, several centaurs rushed out from the bushes. Their upper bodies and flanks were heaving violently, with beads of sweat dripping from them.

"Firenz!"

One of the centaurs roared, and Jon knew his name, because the centaur had the same name as Eddie's classmate Bain.

"What are you doing? You let a man ride on your back! Aren't you embarrassed? Are you just an ordinary mule?"

"Did you see who this is?"

Firenze said, "This is the boy from the Potter family. He needs to get out of this forest as quickly as possible."

"What did you tell him?"

Bain said angrily, "Remember, Firenze, we swore an oath not to disobey God's will. Didn't we see the omens shown by the movement of the planets?"

Ronan on the side was uneasily digging the soil on the ground with his hooves, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"I believe Firenze thinks he did this out of the goodness of his heart."

Ronan said in his sad voice. After a while, his voice became even sadder.

“With good intentions?!

What does that matter have to do with us?

What the horse people care about is the prophecies of the stars. There is no need for us to be like donkeys and follow the humans who are lost in our forest!"

Firenze was so angry that he suddenly stood up on his hind legs, and Harry had to hold on to his shoulders tightly to prevent him from falling down.

"Didn't you see the unicorn?"

Firenze roared to Bane, "Don't you understand why it was killed?

Or did the planet not reveal this secret to you?!

I must resist the guy lurking in our forest, and if necessary, I will stand with humans."

After saying that, he took Harry and ran in the direction of Hagrid. Jon was hiding in the woods behind and suddenly felt that it would be nice to have some snacks at this time.

But this was definitely an extravagant wish. He watched Ronan and Bain leave, but did not leave directly from here.

Because he knew that Firenze would definitely come back.

Sure enough, not long after, he saw the centaur walking through the woods.

"Firenz, I'm here."

Jon emerged from the darkness. Of course, he actually expanded the range of single-target magic a little. With his current magic power reserves, he can already do this.

It just lasts very little time.

"So let's keep the story short and have very little time." Jon said like a barrage of words: "Have you told him everything I just told you?"

Firenze nodded. He explained those things to Harry, but he was still a little worried.

"Jon, although we are not particularly good with each other, I still want to remind you that there is no humanity left in that black devil. You have to be careful."

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Jon was stunned and immediately understood that Firenze had misunderstood.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of confronting him. I just received an assignment from Dumbledore to help Harry. But if you stop him, I'm afraid it will lead to revenge."

"This is the guidance of the stars. As for revenge...even if I don't take action, the centaurs will not let him go."

This is true, Voldemort has become like that, and he probably doesn't have much sanity left now.

"Then, I will go back first. If anything happens to you, you can go and leave a mark at the place I told you, and I will come find you - of course, I hope nothing will happen to you."

"Hopefully, who knows what will happen next?"

Firenze turned around and left. Jon lifted the magic of the moving fortress, took out his wand and used Disapparation to return to his cabin.

Dumbledore didn't need Jon to inform him. Harry would naturally know what happened when he returned to Gryffindor.

At this time, Harry should be discussing Voldemort's return with his friends.

Write the last stroke on the parchment, and tonight's recording is over.

Naturally, Dumbledore and Snape had to worry about the rest, and it had nothing to do with him.

After reading a book at the desk for a while, when Jon finished reviewing an exam course for this semester and was about to go back to bed, an owl flew in.

He took the letter and opened it.

It was a letter from Professor Lockhart. He said that he would come to Hogwarts for his interview next week, that is, in a few days, and he hoped that Jon could be present.

"Why do I have to attend?"

Jon wondered: "Is there anything that he and Dumbledore can't solve?"

But even so, he sent a letter back to Lockhart stating that he would appear for his interview.

Then, go back to sleep.