They walked into the Forbidden Forest, where there was a winding path. Harry had been here before, under Hagrid's lead, but now there were only seven of them. Harry was a little uneasy, and Ron was already regretting his impulsiveness — ever since he heard that there were spiders in the Forbidden Forest. Hermione was still angry, and only Yakov and the other three were holding their thick wands excitedly.
A faint cold wind blew up their hair. Suddenly, Harry found something with a silver luster. He rushed over and found something flashing on the ground at the edge of the path. Harry picked up the liquid and smelled blood.
"This is unicorn blood!" He turned to Hermione and said.
She also came over and looked at the traces. "It's exactly the same as what we saw in the Forbidden Forest last time. A unicorn is hurt!" Harry felt a numbness in his fingertips. He quickly shook his arm. Hermione couldn't help but scold him. "Why did you touch it with your hand … The blood of a unicorn is cursed!" Hermione said.
"Do you remember the last time someone hurt a unicorn?" Harry did not have time to respond. He panicked.
"Last time … Voldemort possessed Professor Quirrell and absorbed the unicorn's blood to maintain his life. You mean … Voldemort is back?"
"Not necessarily, but it's possible." Harry said seriously. "Hermione, we have to go and see! We have to find the injured unicorn … or the thing that hurt him. "
Ron said nervously. "Why don't you go back and tell Dumbledore!"
"Dumbledore has gone to the Ministry of Magic!" Hermione added. "And it's too late to go back now! That guy will escape … Looking at the coagulation of the blood, he can't have gone far. "
Yakov also squatted beside the unicorn's blood curiously. He carefully collected some and mumbled, "Cursed unicorn's blood? It's a good material for black magic. It's especially useful for making some poisons and curses. I seem to have heard you mention Voldemort? Could this blood be caused by him? "
"Yes, if you're afraid … then go back quickly!" Hermione replied impatiently.
"Afraid? No, no, no … I want to say, it's wonderful! "Yakov almost cheered, shouting to his Slavic companions:" Did you hear that? Guys, Voldemort is here too! "
"Catch him!"
"Catch a Voldemort? Is there anything more exciting than this? "They cheered and jumped for joy.
Hermione's mouth moved, but no words came out of her mouth. The forest was still dark and silent. Walking up the path, they finally followed the intermittent trail of blood. Harry saw the Durmstrang exchange students raise their thick, large wands. The silver gleam at the tip was so dazzling that it lit up a large part of the darkness in the forest.
At last he had to say to them, "Dim the light. You'll alert them. With such a bright light … anyone will be able to discover us. "
Yakov turned around and replied, "They won't find out! See my wand? " Harry looked over and saw that the top of the staff, where the white crystal gem was fixed, was open like a withered claw, and the silver light was shining there. Harry suddenly remembered the hand he had seen in Borgin's shop.
"That's the Thief's Hidden Light. Our professor modified the magic based on the Thief's Hand. The flashing light is only visible to us. In the eyes of others, it's still dark."
"Your professor is very powerful." Harry said insincerely.
"Of course!" Yakov replied, "My classmates and I all think that he might be the most powerful dark wizard in the world! He often creates some dangerous and magical magic. Recently, he has been studying the magic system of ancient Egypt. The reason why he came to England as our exchange professor is to find the two legendary magic books of ancient Egypt. "
"The Golden Book of the Sun!" Harry blurted out.
"You also know about these two books?" Yakov was surprised. "Yes. Rumor has it that these two books were originally hidden in the City of the Dead, Hamnath Tower, but were stolen by British explorers. Recently, someone found traces of these two books in England. That's why the professor came to England … "
"These … these two books … What's so magical about them?" Harry stammered.
"The Golden Book of the Sun hides the secret of rebirth, and the Black Book of the Dead hides the secret of resurrecting the dead. The Golden Book of the Sun is the hymn of the gods, which hides the true names of the ancient Egyptian gods, their power, and the secrets of eternal life and rebirth. The Black Book of the Dead is the Book of the Dead of Hades, which hides the secret of the Underworld. They are the most powerful books of white magic and black magic in ancient Egypt. " Yakov explained. "That's what our professor said … But he often tells us some strange things that are not recorded in the books. These may not be true."
"Have you ever seen a wounded unicorn?" Yakov asked curiously. "They are said to be very powerful and magical creatures. Few things can hurt them." “
"Yes …" Harry recalled the magical animal he saw last semester and said in a low voice, "There are always some evils beyond our imagination … The purest are often the first to suffer!"
Harry stared at the blood on the ground and said sadly, "It's lost too much blood. It can't go far!" He did not say what he meant, but the others already understood. Hermione said, "Hurry up … I hope we're not late."
They sped up a little, and at the same time, they became more alert. Their ears were alert to catch even the faintest sound on the dark path. Suddenly, an unusual sound came from the bushes behind the stream. Yakov clenched his wand and took the lead to confront the sound. His speed was as fast as a black bolt of lightning.
Soon, there was a roar in front of them. Yakov shouted, "It's a werewolf!"
Harry rushed over and prepared a spell with his wand. He forgot that he would be killed if he went up. Werewolves were very resistant to magic, and even adult wizards could not hurt them. However, when he reached the back of the big oak tree, all he saw was a huge monster with a wolf's head … wailing in pain!
Yakov shouted excitedly, "Don't run! Little wolf!"
As he swung his iron-birch wand at the creature's face, Harry watched as the wand struck the werewolf's nose with a sharp crack. He shuddered at the sound of the wand whistling through the air. The werewolf was in pain. The werewolf's broken teeth were knocked out. It howled like a puppy and tried to run away.
Yakov swung his wand, which looked like a flexible black snake in his hand, hit the werewolf into the air.
Hermione and the other Slavic students came up from behind. The big guy was about to help with his wand, but the werewolf was terrified. It ran into the depths of the Forbidden Forest in a panic. Yakov held his wand upside down, laughing strangely and following it.
A group of people followed closely behind. The wind whistled past Harry's ears. He felt his heart beating excitedly. It was so exciting! They were chasing a werewolf!
Yakov didn't chase the werewolf for long before he saw a big pool of silver blood and a strong smell of blood. It must be the blood that attracted the werewolf. There was a shiny white thing lying on the ground not far away. It was a unicorn. A dark shadow stood beside it. Hearing people coming, it quickly ran back.
Yakov had never seen such a beautiful animal. But it was dead.
With a flick of his hand, his wand lashed out like a dragon, striking the werewolf's calf joint with a cracking sound. At this time, his classmate also caught up. The big guy elbowed the werewolf, and the werewolf's expression was so sad that it looked like it was about to die. At this time, Harry and the other two also caught up.
They saw an unspeakable shadow stand up from the forest behind the unicorn. Its scales were like the night, and its eyes were long and narrow like those of cold-blooded animals. It had strong, rock-like muscles, hidden under black, non-reflective scales. Its head was like an extinct prehistoric animal, a magical creature that still existed in the magic world — a dragon.
It was a black dragon, but it was completely different from the black dragons of the Hehiti Islands. Its eyes were like the reflection of silver in the moonlight, and its back was smooth, without the typical razor-like ridge of the black dragons of the Hehiti Islands.
Its face was very strange, like skin and bones, and its eye sockets were deep, like a skull.
Its eyes were very lively, as if they could speak. When it saw Harry, it showed a sarcastic and disdainful look. When it stood up, it was about as tall as a tree. The wound on the unicorn's neck seemed to have been caused by its sharp claws.
For some reason, Harry felt that this dragon had a feeling that he was very familiar with.
The black dragon stepped on the unicorn's body with one claw, looked down at them, and showed a human-like expression of sarcasm. It looked back at the fleeing figure, and showed its blade-like teeth to Harry and the others. Hermione shouted, "Run!" and pulled Harry to run back.
Yakov just clenched the wand in his hand, showing an excited expression.
The black dragon gently flapped its wings and flew up, not at all as clumsy as a large dragon. It swept over the top of Yakov's head, attracting Yakov to make a strange cry and run after it. The black dragon squeezed out and flew above Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Its shadow passed through them, through the branches above, and left a large deep shadow on the fallen leaves.
"Scabby!" Ron suddenly exclaimed.
The mouse came out of his pocket and ran back without looking back. Ron stopped, and Hermione quickly pulled him and shouted, "Run for your life first! We'll go back and find it later! "
At this time, Yakov also followed excitedly, running in the direction of the black dragon above his head.
The big man who fell behind stood next to the unicorn's body. He pressed his hand on the magical animal's body. The soft, warm body had gradually become cold. He was surprised to find that the blood in the unicorn's body had been reduced by more than half, so the body had lost its elasticity. The big man wanted to bury it, but he had to follow up now, lest he be separated from his companions.
But just after he ran some distance, he felt that a mouse seemed to run past him.
Through the gap in the woods, he saw the mouse turn into a short, fat, weird man with the characteristics of a mouse. He hurried to the unicorn's side, lowered his head, leaned over the unicorn's wound, and began to suck its blood … A putrid, disgusting smell suddenly rushed into his nose …
The three of them ran wildly in many directions. The black dragon above their heads seemed to be teasing them, chasing them left and right … Seeing Ron's sorrowful expression, Hermione comforted him, "Don't worry, we will get it back."
Ron cried and said, "I'm not sad for Scabby … but for myself, Mom, I'm dying!"
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