An aged centaur appeared, clutching a bow. Its eyes held knowledge that most mortals would never be privy to. The centaur’s skin was wrinkled, and its hair was white, but its eyes were still sharp and intelligent. It looked at Harry with a saddened expression as if it could see through him. Draco felt a sense of awe and fear at the same time. He knew that this was a creature that was not to be trifled with.