Fantasy World Transmigration - 792. Chapter 792

Several people walked into the Forbidden Forest. There was a winding path there. Harry had been here before, under Hagrid’s leadership, but now there were only seven of them. Harry was a little uneasy, and Ron even regretted it. Own impulse-Since he heard about spiders in the Forbidden Forest, Hermione is still groaning, and only the four of Yakov are holding their big wands with excitement.

A faint cold wind lifted their hair, and suddenly Harry found something silvery shiny. He rushed over and found those flashes on the ground at the edge of the path. Harry twisted the liquid and sniffed. There was a smell of blood.

“This is the blood of a unicorn!” He turned his head and said to Hermione.

She also leaned forward and looked at the traces and said, “It’s exactly the same as the one we saw in the Forbidden Forest last time. A unicorn is injured!” Harry felt a soreness gradually numb his fingertips, and he quickly shook his fingers. After shaking his arm, Hermione couldn’t help but teach him: “Why do you touch it with your hands… The blood flowing out of the unicorn being hurt is cursed!”

“The last time someone hurt a unicorn, do you remember?” Harry didn’t have time to pay attention, but panicked.

“Last time… it was Voldemort who was attached to Professor Quirrell and he kept his life alive by drawing the blood of a unicorn. You mean… Voldemort is back?”

“Not necessarily, but it is possible.” Harry said solemnly, “Hermione, we must chase and see! We must find the injured unicorn…or the thing that hurt him.”

Ron said with a nervous look: “Why don’t you go back and tell Dumbledore!”

“Dumbledore went to the Ministry of Magic!” Hermione added, “And it’s too late to go back now! Let the guy escape… depending on the degree of blood clotting, he hasn’t run far yet.”

Yakov squatted beside the unicorn’s blood with a curious look. He carefully put a little away, and muttered: “The blood of the cursed unicorn? This is the best material for black magic, used for refining. Some poisons and curses are particularly useful. I seem to hear you talk about Voldemort? Could this blood be caused by him?”

“Yes, if you are scared… then go back quickly!” Hermione answered grimly.

“Scared? No, no, no… I want to say, it’s great!” Yakov screamed, and shouted to the Slavic companions: “Have you heard? Guys, Voldemort is here too!”

“catch him!”

“Go catch a Voldemort? Is there anything more exciting than this?” They cheered.

Hermione’s mouth moved, and finally she didn’t say anything. The forest was still dark and silent. Walking up the path, the few people finally left with intermittent blood stains. Harry saw the Durmstrang exchange students. Lifting their thick and large wands, the silver light on the top was very dazzling, illuminating a large area of darkness in the forest.

Finally he had to say to them: “Dim the light a little bit. You will startle them like this, with such a bright light…Anyone can find us.”

Yakov turned his head and replied: “They can’t find it! Did you see my wand?” Harry looked over, and saw the place where the white crystal gem was fixed at the top of the wand opened like a dry claw. The silver light was shining there, and Harry suddenly remembered the hand he saw in the Borgin store.

“That is the secret light of the thief. We teach the magic that is modified by the hand of the thief. Its flashing fluorescence is only visible to us. In the eyes of other people, it is still dark here.”

“Your professor is very good.” Harry said insincerely.

“Of course!” Yakov replied: “My classmates and I think that he may be the most powerful black wizard in the world! He often creates some dangerous and magical magic, and he has been studying ancient Egypt recently. The reason why the magic system came to the UK as our communication professor was to find two magic books from ancient Egypt in the legend.”

“The Golden Sun Book!” Harry blurted out.

“Do you also know these two books?” Yakov was surprised: “Yes, there are rumors that these two books were originally hidden in the capital of the undead, Hamnata, but they were stolen by British explorers. Someone recently found traces of these two books in the UK, so the professor came to the UK…”

“These… these two books, are there any… magical things?” Harry asked hesitantly.

“The “Sun Golden Sutra” hides the secret of rebirth, while the “Black Sutra of Dead Souls” hides the secret of resurrecting the dead. The “Sun Golden Sutra” is a hymn of the gods, hiding the true names of ancient Egyptian gods, power, eternal life, and rebirth. The Mystery of the Undead, and the “Black Book of the Dead” is the book of the underworld, hiding the secrets of the underworld. They are the most powerful books of white magic and black magic in ancient Egypt.” Yakov explained: “We That’s what the professor said…but he often puts things out of the book that are weird and weird. These are not necessarily true.”

“Have you ever seen a wounded unicorn?” Yakov asked curiously: “They are said to be a very powerful and incredible magical creature, and few things can hurt them.”

“I have seen…” Harry recalled the magical animal he saw last semester, and said in a low voice: “There is always some evil beyond our imagination…The purest is often the first to suffer!”

Harry stared at the blood on the ground, and said sadly: “It bleeds too much blood, it’s not far away!” He had other meanings that he didn’t say, but other people already understood, Hermione said: “Hurry up… …Hope not to be late.”

Their speed increased a bit, and at the same time they became more vigilant, with their ears vigilantly catching even the faintest sound on the dark path. Suddenly, behind the stream in front, there was an unusual sound from the bushes. Yakov squeezed the wand in his hand and greeted him first. His speed was like black lightning.

Soon, there was a roar in front, and Yakov shouted: “It’s a werewolf!”

Harry rushed over, holding his wand nervously preparing for magic. He forgot that he was only going up to deliver food-werewolves were very resistant to magic, and it was difficult for adult wizards to harm them. But when he rushed to the back of the big oak tree, he only saw a huge monster with a wolf-snout head… howling!

Yakov shouted excitedly: “Don’t run, Little Wolf Wolf!”

While throwing the iron birch wand fiercely on its face, Harry watched the stick slap on the werewolf’s nose, making a sound of defeating leather, and heard the wand whistling in the air. , I was embarrassed all over, and the werewolf felt pain. The werewolf’s broken teeth were beaten out, and he wailed like a puppy, and was about to take his way away.

Yakov flicked his stick, and his wand was like a flexible black snake in his hand, knocking the werewolf into the air.

Hermione and the other Slavic students came up from behind. The big man was carrying his wand and was about to go up to help. The werewolf was terrified. He panicked and rushed out to the depths of the forbidden forest. Yakov carried his wand upside down. , With a weird smile, followed by rushing out.

A group of people followed closely, and the wind blew through Harry’s ears, whirring, he felt his heart beating with excitement, it was too exciting! They are chasing a werewolf!

Yakov chased the werewolf not far, and saw a large pool of silver bloodstains and a strong smell of blood-it should be it that attracted the werewolf, and there was a bright white thing shining on the ground not far away— —That was a unicorn, with a dark shadow standing next to it, and when he heard someone coming, he quickly fled back.

Yakov had never seen such a beautiful animal-but it was already dead.

With a flick of his hand, his wand poked his head out like a dragon, and hit the werewolf’s calf joints, making a cracking sound of broken bones. At this time, his classmates also followed, and the big man gave it to the werewolf. A elbow, the werewolf’s expression was dying sadly. At this time, the three of Harry also chased up.

They saw an unspeakable shadow stand up from the forest behind the unicorn. Its scales are like late night, and its pupils are as long as cold-blooded animals. It has strong, rock-like muscles that hide. Under the black, non-reflective scale armor, its head resembles an extinct prehistoric animal, a kind of magical creature that still lives in the magical world—a dragon.

This is a black dragon, but it is completely different from the black dragon of the Heshed Islands. Its pupils are white gold reflecting silver in the moonlight, and its back is smooth. It does not have the razor-like ridges typical of the black dragon of the Heshed Islands.

Its face is very peculiar, like a skinny and sunken eye socket, like a skeleton.

Its eyes are very clever, as if it can talk. Seeing Harry, it gave out a sneer, scornful look in its eyes. It stood up about the height of a tree as high as you, and the wound on the unicorn’s neck seemed to be this. The thing was torn apart with that sharp claw.

For some reason, Harry felt that the dragon had a feeling he was very familiar with.

The black dragon stepped on the unicorn’s corpse with one claw, and looked down at them condescendingly, revealing a humane sarcasm. He glanced back at the silhouette of the panic-fleeing figure, facing Harry and them like a blade. With sharp teeth, Hermione shouted: “Run away!” She dragged Harry and ran back.

Yakov just squeezed the magic wand in his hand, showing an expression of excitement.

The black dragon flapped its wings lightly and flew up with an unusually light tap. It was not as clumsy as a large dragon. It swept over Yakov’s heads, attracted Yakov to make strange noises, and chased it. Run below. The black dragon squeezed it out and flew over Harry, Hermione, Ron and their heads, and its shadow passed through them through the branches on their heads, leaving a large deep shadow on the fallen leaves.

“Scaly!” Ron exclaimed suddenly.

The mouse strung out from his pocket and ran back without looking back. Ron stopped, and Hermione hurriedly pulled him and shouted at him, “Run for your life first! Wait a minute. Go back and find it!”

Yakov also followed excitedly at this time and ran in the direction of the black dragon above his head.

The big man who fell behind was standing next to the corpse of the unicorn. He placed his hand on this magical animal. The soft, warm body gradually became cold. He was surprised to find the blood in the corpse of the unicorn. Most of it is missing, so that the body loses its elasticity. The big man wants to bury it, but he must follow it now so as not to be separated from his companions.

But just after he ran some distance, he felt a mouse running past.

Through the gap in the woods, he saw that the mouse had become a squat, rat-like monster. He hurriedly came to the unicorn, lowered his head, leaned over the unicorn’s wound, and began to suck its blood. …A rancid, disgusting smell suddenly broke into his nose…

The escaped trio, running wildly, the black dragon above it seemed to be teasing, and drove them left and right… Seeing Ron’s sad expression, Hermione comforted him: “Don’t worry, we will get it back. of.”

Ron burst into tears and said, “I’m not sorrowing Baba…but for myself, Mom, I’m dying!”

They rushed under a protruding tree root and hid in a corner, causing the black dragon to lose their sight. Ron whispered and said, “Scaly is old and dying… Recently I often smell it on his body. Stink, it may have begun to rot!”