Chapter 797
A few people walked into the Forbidden Forest, where there was a winding path. Harry had been here before, under the leadership of Hagrid, but now they are only seven of them, Harry is a little uneasy, and Ron has already regretted it. His own impulses – Ever since he heard of spiders in the Forbidden Forest, Hermione was still mad, and only Yakov, four people, were excited to hold their big wands.
A faint cold wind raised their hair. Suddenly Harry found something silvery. He rushed over and found something flashing on the edge of the path. Harry picked up the liquid and sniffed it. It was a bloody smell.
“This is the blood of the single horn beast!” he turned to Hermione.
She also came up and looked at the traces: “The same as the one we saw in the Forbidden Forest last time, there is a single horn beast hurt!” Harry felt a numbness gradually numb his fingertips, he quickly hurryed Hermione’s arm, Hermione couldn’t help but teach him: “Why do you touch it with your hands… Single horn The blood that the beast is hurting is cursed!”
“The last time someone hurt the single horn beast, do you remember?” Harry didn’t have time to pay attention, but panicked.
“The last time… Voldemort was attached to Professor Chilo, and by taking the blood of the single horn beast to maintain vitality, you mean… Voldemort is back?”
“Not necessarily, but there is this possibility.” Harry said seriously: “Hermione, we must go after it! We must find the injured single horn beast… or the thing that hurts him.”
Ron looked nervous: “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! It will let the guy escape… Look at the blood’s condensation, he hasn’t run far.”
Yakov’s curious look was also beside the blood of the single horn beast. He carefully put away some of it and muttered: “The cursed single horn beast blood? This is a good material for the black magic, used for refining. Some poisons and curses are especially useful. I seem to hear you telling Voldemort? Can these blood be caused by him?”
“Yes, if you are afraid… then go back!” Hermione did not answer with a good temper.
“Fear? No, no, no… I want to say, great!” Yakov screamed. He shouted to the group of Slavic companions: “Have you heard? Guys, Voldemort is here too!”
“catch him!”
“Come on a Voldemort? Is it more exciting than this?” They cheered and cheered.
Hermione’s mouth moved, and eventually she did not say anything. The forest was still dark and silent. On the path, several people eventually went on and off the blood. Harry saw the Demstrom’s exchange students. Lifting their thick and big wand, the top flashing silver light is very dazzling, illuminating a large darkness in the forest.
In the end, he had to say to them: “Dark up the light. You will be alarmed by them, such a bright rays of light… anyone can find us.”
Yakov turned and replied: “They can’t find it! See my wand?” Harry looked over and saw the place where the white crystal jewel was fixed at the top of the stick, and opened like a dry claw. Silver light flashed there, and Harry remembered the hand he saw at the Bojin store.
“That is the secret light of the thief. We teach the magic of the thief’s hand. The flashing fluorescence is only visible to us. In other people’s eyes, it is still dark.”
“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. He has been studying ancient Egypt recently. The magic system, the reason why I came to the UK as our communication professor is to find two magic books that have been circulated in ancient Egypt.”
“The Sun Golden Sutra!” Harry blurted out.
“Do you know these two books?” Yakov surprisedly said: “Yes, there are rumors that these two books were originally hidden in the undead capital, Hamnatha, but stolen by British explorers. Someone recently discovered the traces of these two books in the UK, so the professor came to the UK…”
“This… these two books, … what magical things?” Harry asked.
“The Sun Jinjing” hides the secret of life, while the “Black Undead” hides the secret of the resurrection of the dead. The “Sun Golden Sutra” is the hymn of the gods, hiding the real name of the ancient Egyptian gods, strength and eternal life, rebirth The mystery, and the “Black Undead” is the book of the gods of the gods, hiding the secrets of the Hades. They are the most powerful books of white magic and black magic in ancient Egypt.” Yakov explained: “We The professor said this… but he often blames some ancient things that are not recorded in the book. These are not necessarily true.”
“Have you seen the injured single horn beast?” Yakov curiously asked: “They are legendary creatures that are very powerful and incredible, and few things can harm them.”
“I have seen…” Harry recalled the magical animal he saw last semester, the voice said solemnly: “There is always some evil beyond our imagination… the purest, often the first to suffer!”
Harry stared at the blood on the ground, sadly said: “It has flowed too much blood, it is not far away!” He has other meanings not to say, but others have already understood, Hermione said: “Hurry up… …hope not to be late.”
Their speed has increased a bit, and they have become more vigilant, and their ears are vigilantly capturing the weakest sound on the dark path. Suddenly, behind the creek in front, there was an unusual sound in the bush. Yakov clenched his wand and greeted him first. His speed was like a black lightning.
Soon, there was a buzzing sound in front, and Yakov yelled, “It’s a werewolf!”
Harry rushed over and took the wand’s nervous preparations for magic. He forgot to go up and just sent food. The werewolf’s magic resistance was strong, and adult wizards couldn’t hurt them. But when he rushed behind the big oak tree, he saw only a huge monster with a wolf-kissing head… mourning!
Yakov screamed excitedly: “Don’t run, little wolf!”
While licking the iron birch wand on his face, Harry watched the stick slap on the werewolf’s nose, making a sound of hitting the sorrow, and hearing the sound of the wand whistling in the air. I have a whole body and I feel the pain of the werewolf. The werewolf’s broken teeth were all knocked out, giving a puppy-like mourning, and they had to take the road.
Yakov had a glimpse of it, and his wand was like a flexible black snake on his hand, and the werewolf was hit to fly.
Hermione and other Slavic students got up from behind, and the big man was going to help with the wand. The werewolf was frightened. It panicked and rushed out of the forbidden forest, and Yakov turned his wand. I laughed and rushed out.
A group of people followed behind, the wind blew from Harry’s ear, hu hu rang, he felt his heart beating in excitement, too exciting! They are chasing a werewolf!
When Yakov chased the werewolf and didn’t run far, he saw the blood and strong bloody smell of a large beach of silver—it should be that it brought the werewolf, and there was a bright white thing lying on the ground not far from the sparkling light— – That is a single horn beast, a dark shadow standing next to it, hearing someone coming, and quickly fleeing back.
Yakov has never seen such a beautiful animal – but it is already dead.
He gave a glimpse of his hand, and the wand was like a Flood Dragon. He struck the head and hit the calf joint position of the werewolf. He made a sound of a ka-cha-like broken bone. At this time his classmates followed up, the big man. Giving the werewolf an elbow, the expression of the werewolf was so sad that he was dying. At this time, the Harry three also caught up.
They saw an unspeakable shadow standing up in the forest behind the single horn beast. Its scales were like the night, and the pupils were as slender as cold-blooded animals. They had strong, stone-like muscles, hidden. Under the black, non-reflective scales, its head is like an extinct prehistoric animal, a magical creature that still lives in the magic world – the dragon.
It’s a Black Dragon, but it’s very different from the Black Dragon in the Hessian Islands. Its pupil is like a golden golden ray of silver reflected in the moonlight. The back is smooth and there is no razor-like ridge of the Black Dragon typical of the Hexisian Islands. .
Its face is very strange, like a skinny bone, the eye sockets are deep, like a skeleton.
Its eyes are very agile, just like talking, seeing Harry, flowing out of sarcasm, contempting contempt, it stands up about a big tree, you are so tall, the wound on the neck of the single horn seems to be this The thing was torn open with the sharp claws.
Somehow, Harry felt that this dragon being had a feeling that he was very familiar with.
Black Dragon’s claws stepped on the body of the single horn beast, looking down at them in a condescending manner, revealing a humanized sardonic expression. He glanced back at the silhouette of the squatting escaping, facing Harry and revealing the blade. With the same sharp teeth, Hermione shouted: “Fast escape!” Then Harry pulled back and ran.
Yakov just clenched his wand and showed an excited expression.
Black Dragon gently swayed his wings and flew up in an unusually tapping. It wasn’t as clumsy as a large dragon. It passed over Yakov’s head and attracted Yakov to scream and chase it. Run below. Black Dragon was crowded and flew to the tops of Harry and Hermione, Ron’s head, and its shadow passed through the branches of the head, leaving a large deep shadow on the leaves.
“Spotted!” Ron suddenly screamed.
The mouse came out of his pocket and ran back to the back. Ron stopped and Hermione pulled him and shouted at him: “Escape first! Go back and look for it!”
At this time, Yakov also excitedly followed up, moving towards the direction of the Black Dragon on the top of his head.
The big man who fell behind him stood beside the body of the single horn beast. He pressed his hand on this magical animal. The soft, warm body was gradually cold. He was surprised to find the blood in the body of the single horn. Less than half of the body, so that the body has no flexibility, the big man wants to bury it, but he must now keep up, so as not to be separated from his companions.
But just after he ran some distance, he felt like a mouse ran away from the side.
Through the cracks in the woods, he saw the mouse become a chunky, freakish character with a mouse character. He hurried to the side of the single horn beast, bowed his head, leaned over the wound of the single horn beast, and began to suck its blood. … a rancid, disgusting smell suddenly broke into his nose…
The escaped trio, rushing all the way, the Black Dragon on the head seemed to tease, and they rushed to the left… Seeing Ron’s sad expression, Hermione comforted him: “Reassure, we will get it back. Come.”
Ron shed tears: “I am not sad for the streaks… but for myself, mother, I am dying!”
They rushed under a prominent tree root and hid in the corner, causing the Black Dragon to lose their trace. Ron whispered and said: “The streaks are old and dying… I have recently smelled it. Stinking, it may have begun to rot!”