A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“No, Hagrid, this has little to do with you,” Hermione comforted her. “Nobody expected there to be such a monster in the Forbidden Forest.”

"I reminded him."

I told you there were uncertainties in the Forbidden Forest lately, and we shouldn't have come here tonight, but Hagrid doesn't seem to have taken my advice to heart.

"I'm sorry." The kind-hearted giant lowered his head again. "It's all my fault."

"Hmph! It's your fault. If you hadn't insisted on doing things your own way, we wouldn't have encountered this danger."

Hagrid, you should be glad there were no casualties, otherwise you would have spent the rest of your life in Azkaban!

Even Dumbledore might not be able to save you.

"Aaron, that's enough. Hagrid already knows he was wrong," Hermione said, somewhat reluctantly.

"Hey! Hermione, don't forget who saved you."

Besides, we just barely escaped death and were given a second chance at life, can't I even complain a little?

If Ya Ya hadn't sneezed, we might have escaped unscathed.

If it weren't for you suddenly..."

At this point, Aaron suddenly paused, afraid that if he continued, one of the girls would start crying again.

"In short, tonight was exceptionally exciting, but all of this could have been avoided."

The others exchanged glances, then nodded in agreement.

"By the way, where's the unicorn?" Hagrid asked. "Malfoy said you found it."

“We found it, but…” Hermione gritted her teeth, “Hagrid, you need to be prepared. I reckon that poor guy is already dead.”

Chapter 66 Can you revive a unicorn?

The group followed Aaron back to the open space where a snow-white unicorn lay all alone.

It had a gruesome wound on its neck, from which silver blood was constantly flowing.

"Is the unicorn dead?" Harry asked, sounding somewhat distressed.

"I didn't have time to look at it earlier, and now I regret seeing it."

"This is the first time I've ever seen a creature that can rival my Abe in looks. It's a pity it's already dead." Aaron said, walking up to the unicorn as if to close its restless eyes.

But when his hand touched the unicorn's face, he felt it was a little wet.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed some glistening teardrops on the face of this sacred creature, probably because it had just endured immense pain!

Aaron sighed softly and closed its eyes, but unexpectedly detected an extremely faint breath coming from its nostrils.

"Wait, it seems to still be alive."

"What?" Hagrid was extremely excited and quickly walked up to the unicorn to check its condition.

A moment later, the joy on his face vanished, replaced by an even darker cloud than before.

Good news, the unicorn is still alive; bad news, it's just a final burst of energy before it dies down.

For Hagrid, nothing could be worse than witnessing the death of a sacred magical creature and being powerless to stop it.

“It’s hopeless. This poor little guy probably won’t live more than half a minute.” Hagrid stood up sadly, his eyes even a little red. “I just lost Norbert, and now I’m going to lose a unicorn.”

My Merlin! Why did I have to experience this all in one day?

“Um… Hagrid, calm down. Norbert is yours, but this unicorn…” Hermione stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

Because Hagrid was looking at her with red eyes, giving off a "I'll cry if you say another word" vibe.

“Bury him! Let him rest in peace,” Ron suggested.

"What a foolish suggestion," Draco said dismissively. "Unicorns are valuable from head to toe, not just to wizards, but to all other creatures."

Believe it or not, if we bury him here tonight, other magical creatures will come and eat his corpse tomorrow.

The Forbidden Forest is teeming with hungry dark creatures; the werewolves, for one thing, certainly wouldn't pass up this feast.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Of course, cremation. Is there even a question?"

“No,” Hagrid interrupted them. “This kind of burial is too crude and not suitable for a sacred unicorn.”

"You're making too many demands," Aaron said speechlessly. "Why not just bury it somewhere else? Why think so much?"

If you don't mind, I can try to find a beautiful grave for it.

Don't worry, just give me a small tip later, no need to feel bad.

Hagrid paused for a moment, "This...this doesn't need to be, I have a better idea."

I can arrange for a few trustworthy friends to return the unicorn's carcass to its pack, and its parents and elders will take care of its funeral arrangements.

"It has a race?" Aaron asked, somewhat surprised.

"Of course, there are more than just two unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, but their numbers are very small, and they are generally hard to find."

"Wait a minute, Toothpick!" Hagrid called his dog. "Go and get Ronan. You can find him, right?"

"Woof!" Ya Ya barked and turned away from the open space.

"Hagrid, who is Ronan?" Harry asked curiously. "Are there other people in the Forbidden Forest?"

"You'll find out later."

Hagrid had just put on a mysterious air when Tooth's bark rang out again.

The Neapolitan Mastiff returned in less than five seconds, and if it weren't for the tall, imposing figure behind it, they would have thought it was Hagrid's prank.

"Who's there?" Hagrid picked up his crossbow and aimed it at the burly figure in the bushes. "Come out, I'm armed!"

"Good evening, Hagrid." The figure walked up to the clearing, and under the moonlight and lamplight, everyone could see its appearance clearly.

Its upper body is human, its lower body is horse, and it has a long tail trailing behind it.

"Ronan, I was just about to come find you."

“Perfect timing, I just arrived too.” Ronan said, glancing at the crossbow pointed at him. “Are you going to shoot me with an arrow?”

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Hagrid put away his crossbow with a sullen expression. "I didn't know it was you, and besides, the Forbidden Forest hasn't been very peaceful lately."

“Indeed!” Ronan looked up at the stars in the sky. “The starlight is very bright tonight.”

"I've heard that phrase countless times. You centaurs always like to say it."

"The stars are very bright tonight."

“Ronan, I must tell you, we can’t understand the celestial revelations,” Hagrid said irritably. “Just tell me why you’re here.”

"For the unicorn." Ronan glanced at the unicorn lying on the ground, no longer breathing, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. "But now it seems I'm too late."

Hagrid sighed, "Let's not think about that now. I'd like to ask you to take this unicorn's carcass back to its pack."

"In the entire Forbidden Forest, only you centaurs can find those few unicorns."

“I’ll help. It’s all about returning home.” Ronan said, looking at Harry Potter, or rather, at the scar on Harry’s forehead. “You’re a Potter boy?”

"You know me?" Harry was somewhat flattered.

He knew he was famous in the wizarding world, but he never expected that even magical creatures had heard of him.

Ronan looked up at the stars again. "The celestial prophecy tells me that you will be in danger, not now, but sometime in the future."

"prophecy?

What does this mean? Can you explain it more clearly?

Ronan looked at Harry with his deep blue eyes, hesitated for a while, and then said, "I cannot go against the will of Heaven, but I can give you some other insights, common sense that many people know."

Unicorn blood can prolong human life, even when you are on the verge of death.

However, slaughtering unicorns is a grave crime, because the consequences are extremely severe.

To slaughter such pure lives to save your own is to be cursed from the moment its blood touches your lips, for the rest of your life you are half-dead.

"This is really interesting," Aaron said meaningfully. "We're incredibly lucky to have escaped with our lives tonight!"

"Not worrying about being cursed means either they're already under a more severe curse (like being immune to tickling from having too many lice), or they're outlaws, or desperate outlaws on the verge of death."

Harry's expression turned somewhat somber; he understood Ronan's implication.

Who would risk such a huge danger to slaughter unicorns at Hogwarts, risking being cursed in order to prolong their life?

A normal person wouldn't live like a zombie just to prolong their life, unless they had a chance to return to normal.

The thought that the school also possessed a magic stone that could grant immortality suddenly made everything clear to him.

“You mean Voldemort…” Harry paused suddenly, then, remembering there were so many people around, he quickly changed his words: “You mean that person is still alive, and is in the school?”

"You know the answer, you just don't want to accept it, right?"

"This is insane."

“He has lost his humanity. Be careful.” Ronan said, then walked to the unicorn’s corpse and prepared to carry it on his back.

Although this action was slightly difficult for the centaur, since it was carrying the carcass of a unicorn, the carcass could easily slip off if it wasn't careful.

"It's up to you, Ronan."

let's go! "

Hagrid turned away, looking distressed. The others prepared to follow him, since Hagrid was the only one in the Forbidden Forest who could give them a sense of security.

Aaron had just stepped out with his left foot when he couldn't move his right foot at all.

Turning around, he saw his pet biting his trouser leg tightly, refusing to let go.

"What are you doing! Let go, we should go back."

Abe didn't let go, only revealing a pair of big, watery eyes, with one paw still pointing at the dead unicorn.

"What's wrong with you?" Aaron seemed to have figured something out, and shook his head with a smile. "Don't be silly, I have no relation to it, there's no need for me to save it."

"You can save it?" Ronan looked at Aaron in disbelief, then noticed Abe biting his trouser leg. His blue eyes widened instantly, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Such a sacred aura!"

Ronan looked up at the sky again, wanting to see the astrological prophecy of Aaron and his pet, but unexpectedly found that the prophecy, which was originally very clear, had become somewhat blurry at this moment.