Hogwarts: I really don't want to be a wizard

Chapter 139 The little mute is a unicorn?
The speed of body recovery was much slower than Gretel expected.

But compared to more than a month ago, it can certainly be said to be a huge difference.

Although he still had little strength and his limbs basically kept moving, he finally recovered.

If nothing else, just saying that he didn't have to lie there like a puddle of ooze all the time was enough to make Gretel feel relieved.

The little mute would go out early and come back late every day to work hard on the food rations for the two of them. When he came back, he would always give Grete the portion that tasted better or had more oil and water.

Grete was very grateful for this.

But strangely, Grete found that as his health gradually improved, the little mute seemed to be more distant from him.

Gretel felt that this change probably had nothing to do with him.

After all, he is now a dumb and paralyzed man who can't do anything.

And Grete could feel that the degree of estrangement from the little mute to him was accompanied by his health increasing day by day.

This discovery made Grete very curious. He had never seen anyone go to great lengths to save a person, only to become unhappy after the patient got better.

Even if Gretel had a delicate heart, it would be difficult for her to understand the little mute's behavior.

After all, if a person hates another person, he shouldn't have to work so hard to get him back.

And every few days, the little mute would bring a small bowl of warm liquid and bring it to Gretel's mouth.

As the liquid enters his stomach, the scorching energy will drive Grete to sleep. When he wakes up again, the feeling of weakness in his body will be reduced a bit.

Gretel is also very strange. At his level, it is difficult for this kind of potion to restore health to cause fluctuations in his body if it is of an average level.

Fortunately, the little mute often used this thing to warm and nourish his body, which made his body riddled with holes gradually become healthy.

But for a little mute who barely survives on the garbage dump, it seems very inconsistent to think that such a thing exists.

If it were him, with such a thing, no matter what situation he fell into, he would be able to turn around.

At least, he shouldn't be holding his treasure while he is homeless and without food and clothing.

But think about it, if a child who has lost his language ability really leaks this secret.

It's like a child carrying a treasure through a busy market. It's unlikely that some evil-hearted people will use their wrong ideas.

No normal person should use things to test his humanity, especially when he is unable to keep it.

It was also out of this consideration that Gretel held the portal firmly in his hand.

If this was such a big deal, he might be able to withstand the intrusion of the magical world.

But it really may not be able to withstand the blows coming from all over the world.

He is not alone, he must have considered the matter thoroughly.

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When he vaguely regained a little bit of his vision, Gretel finally knew what the little mute had brought to him to warm him up.

Is it blood, or unicorn blood.

This makes sense, when his life is in danger, why only a little guy can save his life.

At first he thought it was his fate, but after drinking the warming liquid brought by the little dumb many times, Gretel understood.

It's not that he is lucky, it's that the things the little guy got are really precious.

However, because he had no vision before, and the unicorn's blood did not have an unpleasant smell of blood, but had a strange mild aroma, Gretel mistakenly thought it was some other magical liquid.

After all, he can understand any weird things that appear in the magical world of Harry Potter.

This time, with the help of his newly restored vision, Gretel saw the mysterious silver-gray light dots that were always escaping in the bowl of liquid, and then he understood.

But after one doubt was solved, another doubt came to the door right after.

Unicorns are one of the most magical creatures in the wizarding world.

Any material of this race contains extremely rich magic power.

The hair on the body can be used as the core of the wand, and the fallen horn can easily be made into a powerful alchemy magic tool.

Even its breath can cleanse and purify dirty breath.

Therefore, wherever there is a smell of unicorns, there will always be a gathering of various magical creatures.

But at the same time, such holy and noble creatures are also extremely proud.

I have only seen them give away the things they shed to their friends, but I have never seen them willingly give away their own blood.

The blood of unicorns has more abundant magic power than hair and horns, and it gathers the essence of a body.

No matter how critical his life is, as long as he can get a mouthful of unicorn blood, he can continue to live. Even if the god of death comes, he cannot take away the life of the person who drank the blood.

The world loves the unicorn race, probably to protect unicorns.

Their blood also contains a curse that is difficult to remove. Anyone who tries to extend their lives by relying on unicorn blood will be cursed by the world after swallowing the blood, and half of their life will be swallowed up.

Unless, they volunteer.

All who attempt to kill this defenseless and pure creature will pay a terrible price.

This is a motto that has been circulating in the magical world since ancient times.

Even dark wizards generally would not violate this red line.

As for the unicorn taking the initiative to send blood?

Grete had never heard of such a thing.

For unicorns, the horn and hair will fall off and grow, but the blood is basically non-renewable.

When unicorns become adults, they are so powerful that it is impossible for ordinary people to injure them, let alone make them bleed.

Besides, even if you don't mention strength, it's hard to hurt them if you just talk about the world's love.

For example, sometimes when preparing advanced potions, the potion material called unicorn blood is just the blood of a magical creature that is very similar to a unicorn.

With true unicorn blood, only a man like Voldemort, who is crazy about pursuing immortality, can throw away the taboos that everyone has in mind.

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After confirming that the thing the little mute took to renew his life was the blood of a unicorn, Gretel was shocked.

But as I felt carefully, I didn't feel the difficult curse recorded in the classics on my body, such as the gangrene that attaches to the bones.

For a moment, Gretel was a little confused as to whether what he drank was the blood of a unicorn.

But as a potion master, he knows almost all potion ingredients in the world.

Whether legal or illegal, he's basically been up close and personal.

Not to mention, Sugon also has a project on how to sustainably develop and utilize magical creatures.

Unicorn is exactly one of their research projects.

Therefore, after a brief period of doubt, Grete firmed up his opinion.

Whether it was the vague vision or the sense of smell, it told the brain that what the little mute brought was indeed the blood of a unicorn, and it was guaranteed to be genuine.

What Grete was confused about was why there was no curse in the unicorn's blood that the little mute brought him.Could it be said that the little mute has mastered the method to get rid of the curse?
Or did he get the unicorn's flawless friendship?

After thinking about it carefully, Grete still felt that the second guess was more reasonable.

After all, if the little mute had the ability to get rid of the curse of the unicorn's blood, he would never end up in this kind of environment.

However, even if he got the unicorn's friendship, there was still one thing that couldn't be explained. In a few days, he brought blood to warm his body.

Even if a unicorn's body is blessed with blessings, it will be so weak after so many days of blood pumping.

Even if the little mute and the unknown unicorn were life-and-death friends, they shouldn't be so generous.

Therefore, the situation that can satisfy this guess can only be achieved if the little mute has reached a friendship with the entire unicorn group.

No matter how he thought about it, Gretel felt something was wrong.

If you can achieve this kind of friendship with a group of unicorns, even if you follow the unicorns to the jungle to eat berries, it will be much better than digging for food in the garbage dump.

You are willing to donate so much blood to him, why don't you bring him to your own tribe to make a living?

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Hard to understand.

It wasn't until about another week passed that Gretel's vision gradually began to become clearer.

For the first time, he saw the appearance of the little benefactor who dragged him back from the sewage-filled street and saved him from a dying state.

At the same time, he also knew how outrageous his previous guess was.

But no matter how outrageous the guess was, it never shocked him to the point of being dumbfounded like seeing the truth now.

Looking at the little mute who carefully brought a bowl of blood to his mouth, Gretel's eyes were filled with unconcealable shock.

This was also the first time in more than a month that his eyes were filled with aura.

The little mute was just as he had imagined when he had no vision. He was slender and weak, and was not very well-dressed. At first glance, he looked like shabby clothes rummaged through the trash.

His eyes were timid, like a deer that was always frightened. The slightest movement could scare him into running away.

These are all fine, just as Grete expected.

What shocked him beyond imagination was that in the messy hair on the little mute's head, a blunt little horn emerged timidly but firmly from the broken hat.

The thread on the corner that came out of the gap in the wool made Gretel instantly distinguish it clearly.

That's the horn of a unicorn. This kind of natural and invisible sense of holiness can only be seen on the body of a unicorn.

You have to be a living unicorn to have one.

Once the unicorn's horn falls off, the harmonious and harmonious feeling that the world loves will basically be swept away.

It can only be reduced to a collection of big families, or used as a casting material for magic props.

Then he saw the gray bandages wrapped around both hands and wrists, and the silver-gray light spots seeping through the bandages.

Gretel instantly realized that this was a little unicorn!
I really want to convince myself to accept it, but no matter how I think about it, Grete doesn't know why.

fall~
How is it possible, how is it possible that a unicorn can transform into a human being!

Gretel was so shocked that he couldn't swallow smoothly, which also caused the little guy to instantly notice Gretel's eyes.

Realizing that Grete had regained his sight, the little guy was instantly frightened.

He didn't care about wiping Gretel after each feeding, and got into the garbage pile in an instant.

The sound gradually faded away, and Gretel couldn't help but sigh.

It's over, he must have scared the little guy.

To be honest, he was shocked, but I swear to God, he didn't have any bad intentions at all.

He only regained his eyesight, and other limbs and magic power were not at his command.

Thinking that the frightened little guy would no longer care about him, Grete couldn't help but have a bitter smile on his face.

It seems that he can only rely on himself next.

Fortunately, my body is getting better gradually, and with the help of [Tongyuan], it will only take some time to restore my health.

This guy on the panel did a good job.

The information on it generally only provides a reference for Gretel, and it will not cause Gretel's strength to change just because it loses response.

Otherwise, Gretel really doesn't know what else he can do next.

He couldn't be rescued by the little mute and end up starving to death here.

That was really too miserable, I might as well have been lying on the street and turned into a ghost.

Thinking about the little mute who jumped out in panic, Gretel began to worry again.

After being together for so long, he already knew that this was the little mute's stronghold.

After leaving here, he probably has nowhere else to go.

Gretel suddenly regretted the thought of his little benefactor wandering outside.

He shouldn't be so shocked. It's better to pretend he didn't see anything. At least, the little guy wouldn't rush out so rashly.

I kept worrying until night.

Gretel was still regretting in his heart, when he suddenly heard a familiar rustling sound from far to near.

He had heard this voice for so long and was already familiar with it. It was the voice of the little mute coming back.

It had been like this in the past days. During the day, the little guy fed him and then went out to work hard for their next livelihood.

Usually when it gets dark, the little guy will come back like he is now and feed him dinner again.

As for three meals?

They do not have such luxurious conditions. Even if they have two meals, they are not guaranteed to have them every day.

The little guy came back and crawled in carefully rubbing against the garbage on the other side.

Grete wanted to apologize, but his voice still couldn't be controlled by him.

So far, the only part that has returned to normal function is the eyes, so he can only express his apology with his eyes as much as possible.

Try your best to comfort the frightened little guy with your eyes.

Gretel couldn't move. He had maintained a semi-relying posture since the little guy left.

Probably seeing Gretel's state, the little guy's panic temporarily subsided.

After a long time, he carefully got out and came back with today's food.

The little guy's harvest today is not bad, a few pieces of bread that are somewhat burnt, and a chicken nugget that others haven't finished eating.

Carefully plucking out the burnt parts, then laboriously breaking open the bread, and then stuffing the rare piece of chicken into the bread.

Then he pushed the homemade burger straight to Grete's mouth.

(End of this chapter)