Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Could it be?

I had a bad feeling.

In the original book, Harry and Draco ran into Quirrell who was sucking blood.

Draco wanted to go forward to investigate, but I stopped him.

"Wait and see..."

I observed that Yaya was not in a completely alert state, nor did he show his fangs in protest. Perhaps the person coming towards him was a familiar one?

Sure enough, its tail began to wag violently.

Trying to take Draco to meet his old friend.

The strange footsteps were getting louder and louder.

Sounds like...

"Maybe a centaur?"

Malfoy Manor introduced several Arabian horses, each of which was worth a lot of money.

Horse riding class is also one of our compulsory courses.

In our bedroom we have several pictures of Draco on horseback.

The young man was dressed in pure white riding clothes, looking extremely heroic.

"Brother, no centaur doesn't like to be ridden like a horse..." I reminded him in a low voice.

"Aurora, I still have some common sense..." Draco's hand stopped in the air awkwardly.

In his hands, he unconsciously demonstrated the action of holding the reins.

Yaya broke free from the leash and rushed forward.

Soon, it came back, bringing with it a tall centaur.

His hair was a very light blonde, very similar to Malfoy's signature hair color.

A handsome face with a pair of sapphire blue eyes.

With his naked upper body, he looks very strong.

"Malfoy cub?"

He looks gentle and has a clear and pleasant voice.

"Yes, I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. This is my sister - Aurora, who are you?"

People born in the Year of the Horse have strong self-esteem, so you must be very careful with your words when dealing with them.

They also hate being used by wizards.

This kind of mentality is both humble and arrogant.

The root cause lies in the lack of identification with one's own identity.

As long as they think that the other party's attitude is a little disrespectful, they will become irritable and angry to prove their presence.

"I'm Firenze."

He took two steps closer and looked at us carefully.

His eyes were gentle and he seemed very friendly to humans.

"It's you." He stood in front of me, "The one who broke the situation."

I stared into his blue eyes, speechless.

His eyes were like the black hole of the universe, able to absorb everything.

"Aurora?" Draco stood in front of me. "What did you do to her?"

Firenze shook his head.

"Your uniqueness is your armor and your weakness. Remember, don't let anyone know."

I nodded, "Thank you..."

"Don't be so polite, we have a deep connection..."

He seemed to be lost in another memory, his eyes piercing through us and looking into the distance.

His brows furrowed slightly, "It's dangerous here, I'll take you back."

"But Professor Dumbledore wants us to..."

"Sending the cub into the forbidden forest at night... I don't understand. Albus's behavior is a bit extreme. Perhaps he can't wait any longer."

He looked up and saw the night sky dotted with stars.

"Is it beautiful?" He seemed to be able to hear the voice in my heart.

"It actually hides a murderous intent."

My heart sank.

"Humans always pay attention to the details, but the stars actually tell us much more than that."

He knelt down on his front hooves to make it easier for us to climb onto his back.

"Is it okay?" I asked again.

He did not answer directly: "Isn't this what you wish for?"

His eyes were focused on Draco.

The boy's face turned red in an instant.

"Thank you..." Draco muttered.

"A thousand years later, you are actually so shy..." Firenze smiled helplessly.

What is he thinking about again?