ooked right at harry -- unirn
blood was dribblg down its front it got to its feet and ca
swiftly toward harry -- he uldn≈39;t ove for fear
then a pa like he≈39;d never felt before pierced his head; it
was as though his scar were on fire half blded, he ered
backward he heard hooves behd hi, gallopg, and thg
juped clean over harry, chargg at the figure
the pa harry≈39;s head was bad he fell to his knees it
took a ute or o to pass when he looked up, the figure had
gone a centaur was standg over hi, not ronan or bane; this one
looked younr; he had white-blond hair and a paloo body
&ot;are you all right?&ot; said the centaur, pullg harry to his feet
&ot;yes -- thank you -- what was that?&ot;
the centaur didn≈39;t answer he had astonishgly be eyes, like
pale sapphires he looked carefully at harry, his eyes lrg
on the scar that stood out, livid, on harry≈39;s forehead
&ot;you are the potter boy,&ot; he said &ot;you had better t back
to hagrid the forest is not safe at this ti -- especially for
you can you ride? it will be icker this way
&ot;y na is firenze,&ot; he added, as he lowered hiself on to
his front legs that harry uld cber onto his back
there was suddenly a und of ore gallopg fro the other side
of the clearg ronan