Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

This is the blood of unicorns!

Clark, who was familiar with the original book, quickly reacted, and Hagrid, who stepped forward, made the same judgment.

"Well, this should be the blood of unicorns, there must be a cute little guy injured," Hagrid raised his head and looked towards the other road, sporadic silver-white flashes left a winding trail on the ground. mark.

Without Clark's extra persuasion, the kind Hagrid suggested: "Something must have gotten into the woods and hurt the unicorn. I think we have to get ahead of that bad guy, hurry up. Find the poor unicorn and help him out of his misery."

"Of course, this road should lead to the center of the Forbidden Forest, where it is even more dangerous. If you are afraid, I can send you and Norber to the centaur settlement first, and let them take care of you. I am alone. People go and see."

Clark looked at Hagrid's figure, and the bow and arrows on his back, thinking to himself.

A half-giant with a class level of at least ten can be considered a perfect meat shield, fighter, and shooter. In addition, although the occupation level is only three, it is a small wizard who can be used as a spellcaster.

Although there is still a lack of a thief who can deal with various traps, and a priest who can improve his status and heal his injuries.

But this kind of two-person adventure team, dealing with an adult wizard whose occupation level does not exceed seventeenth level, who is in a negative state, and is haunted by undead, should, maybe, probably be able to get out.

At this moment, Ya Ya called out in perfect harmony, and the little dragon Norbo, who was locked in the long wooden box, was also scratching the wooden board uneasy, making a "click" sound.

Oh, by the way, with a hunting dog and a pseudo-dragon as magic pets, their odds of winning are a little better.

Clark felt that this matter was developing smoothly according to his plan, so he nodded, "No, I'll go with you. Don't forget, I can kill trolls alone, so I can help you a little bit. ."

Hagrid was not polite. The two of them, a dog and a dragon, changed directions very decisively, and walked towards the road leading to the center of the forbidden forest, which was gleaming with silver light.

As you go deeper and deeper into the forest, the surrounding trees become denser, and this path that no one has walked for a long time is almost occupied by tree roots and vines, making it difficult for people to walk.

Hagrid could only rely on his huge body to force his way out. That indomitable and aggressive look reminded Clark of the mad rhino and the wild elephant.

He could see that Hagrid was already very anxious.

"Slow down, Hagrid, pay attention to the marks on the ground, don't go in the wrong direction." Clark followed the path opened by Hagrid with difficulty, while reminding him to prevent this violent movement from being ahead of the enemy. Find.

Clark's persuasion was still very effective, at least Hagrid really slowed down.

However, his years of wandering in the Forbidden Forest have also given him superb tracking and reconnaissance abilities. This seemingly clumsy big man is actually an experienced and meticulous hunting master.

Just looking at some drag marks on the ground, some broken branches and leaves, in his heart, what should have happened before this naturally emerged.

So even if the speed is reduced, the progress of their pursuit is not slow.

The blue and silver bloodstains around it became more and more dense, and a large amount of blood was sprinkled on the roots of the tree. It seemed that the poor animal had been writhing in pain, and then struggled to escape.

"Hagrid, you say, what could have hurt the unicorn?" Clark guided him with questions as he quickened his pace.

"I don't know, but I think he must be a very evil and cruel guy," Hagrid said very cautiously: "The unicorn itself is a very powerful magical animal, and there are very few animals in the Forbidden Forest that can hurt to them. And only those wounds caused by evil black magic can prevent them from healing quickly."

"Yeah, the murderer should need the blood of unicorns," Clark recalled what he read from the book.

"We are usually used to using unicorn manes and horns to configure potions and refine magic items, but few people know that the blood of unicorns actually has some kind of magical effect.

As the darlings of the forest and the moon, their blood serves two purposes. "

"One is to add blood voluntarily donated by unicorns when refining magic potions, which can multiply the potency of the potion, and if the potion has certain side effects, it can completely eliminate these side effects and make it work. best results.

Of course, the blood donated by unicorns contains powerful magic, and they also fall into a state of weakness for a long time after donating blood. "

"And the second method of use..." Clark's voice became much deeper~www.readwn.com~, bringing a heavy sense of oppression. "It is very cruel."

"This method is only secretly circulated among the dark wizards, that is, when a person runs out of oil, he only needs to swallow the souls of unicorns together with their blood in the belly, and they will be able to recover again. Three more years. No more, no less, exactly three years!"

"Enough," interrupted Hagrid, "while I don't know where you got this news, I hope you forget it, Clark, it's not something a young wizard your age should know. ."

As he spoke, he was afraid that Clark would not listen, so he considered the language to persuade him:

"You know, killing a unicorn is an extremely cruel thing. These beautiful beings were blessed by Artemis, and although those gods are now lost in history, her Blessings are still in the blood of unicorns.

Only those who have nothing and are unwilling to give up and leave will commit such heinous crimes. Everyone who kills and drinks the blood of unicorns will pay a painful price for this, and their souls will no longer be have the right to tranquility. "

Hagrid shuddered when he said that, as if it was a very terrifying thing, but Clark's was unmoved. He had already guessed this result. After all, the gods have the ability to control and guide the soul. right.

However, he still followed Hagrid's words and said, "Of course, in order to save his own life, he slaughtered a pure life. Such cruel behavior will definitely be cursed."

"But once a wizard is ready to do such a thing, then he must be an outlaw."

Hagrid nodded solemnly, and his footsteps were lightened by three points again.