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"Santriel, look—" Draco said slowly, reaching out to stop Vio as he continued his journey.

There was a pure white and clean thing shining on the ground in front of it. Little by little, they moved closer to it.

That's right. That's the unicorn, the dead unicorn. It was a quiet and peaceful but miserable scene.

The beautiful unicorn's slender legs remained unnaturally straight, in the same position as it had fallen to the ground, and its mane shimmered with white pearls on the pitch-black leaves, and its blood stained and coagulated, like scattered pearls of the night, holy and sad.

Vio brushed Draco's hand away from her, and she had just taken a step closer to it when suddenly a sliding sound from the surrounding bushes caused her to stop and stand still.

A bush at the edge of the clearing was shaking・・・・・・ like a cloak dragging on the ground, or like a snake writhing and crawling across the ground, which was creepy.

Then, from the shadows flashed a hooded figure, crawling slowly on the ground, like a approaching beast. The "beast" lowered its head and leaned over to the wound on the unicorn's corpse, like a bat about to suck the unicorn's blood.

Vio quickly raised his wand and pointed at him-"All the Stone-"

Draco jerked her mouth over and fired red sparks into the air with his backhand, and in an instant, he dragged Vio down into the half-human-tall bushes.

The cloaked figure paused, it stood up, its hood slowly slipping down. In the white and cold moonlight, a terrifying face as white as lime was revealed.

Draco's hands slipped from Vio's lips in surprise - he had never seen anyone like this before, the strange face with an evil expression on it, and the nostrils almost two lines like a serpent's forked serpent's letter, smooth against his face.

The man moved his neck and glanced toward where they were hiding. Draco sat back in fright, falling to the ground behind Vio, the sound of which immediately caught his attention.

He came towards them・・・・・・ like a ghost, and came to them almost immediately.

On this night, she met Voldemort, who came out to suck the blood of a unicorn to continue his life.

Vio felt danger and fear like never before - she had probably underestimated Voldemort all along, even though he was in a state of soul, although he could only possess others with grievances - but that did not mean that he was something that these first-graders who knew almost nothing could compete with.

In those dark years, he called for wind and rain to wash other people's houses, and it was never groundless.

Voldemort smiled calmly and maliciously as he lifted a finger and simply lifted it into the air, and Vio felt his collar being firmly grasped by an invisible hand, and the whole person was lifted into the air.

She struggled feebly, and Voldemort pulled her closer, scarlet eyes looking at her.

He raised his wand—but it wasn't Quirrell's wand that Vio had seen in Defence Against the Dark Arts class・・・・・・

"Arvada—"

Vio closed her eyes, the wind whistled in her ears, and in a flash of thought, she actually longed for what happened next: death, get out of here, and return to the twenty-first century, this man was so powerful, she couldn't destroy him overnight-

Draco in the grass raised his wand and aimed at Voldemort and roared, "Taruntella Dance!"

Voldemort had to temporarily interrupt the Avada Death Spell on Vio, and instead he swung it in the air at random, and the red glow from the tip of Draco's staff seemed to touch an invisible metal cover, and in an instant, it bounced, and a red, more vivid light slashed through the air, and rushed straight towards Draco.

Vio's heart was in his throat - but Draco dodged with agility and dodged, as if he had guessed that his sneak attack would not succeed.

Voldemort did not expect that this little boy, who was pale and thin and looked frightened, would ruin his good deeds in a pinch. He withdrew his fingers, and Vio was thrown out of the air, and he immediately turned to Draco - but he didn't have time・・・・・・

Tooth, who had not known where he had run since Draco fired the spark, reappeared.

It bared its teeth and roared wildly at Voldemort by the bushes not far from Vio, roaring with confidence, not at all as timid as Hagrid said - speaking of Hagrid, there was a rapid "crackling" sound in the bushes behind them, and the ground trembled slightly, as if an elephant was running towards him.

Voldemort gave Draco and Vio one last look, as if he wanted to etch them in his mind. He slid away like a ghost as fast as he had begun, clinging to the trunks of each tree, dazzled them with such speed that they couldn't tell where he had fled.

"Vio, you- how are you, are you alright?!" Hagrid's breathless voice brought Vio back to reality from his trance. He saw her struggling on the ground for a long time and couldn't stand up, so he went over and gently grabbed Vio's collar and pulled her up.

"What's going on—what about that Malfoy kid?!" Hagrid's tone softened when he looked left and right to see Draco shivering on his knees, "What happened to you・・・・・・?"

"No, Hagrid, it's, it's over there. Vio whispered, almost whispering, and seeing that Hagrid didn't hear clearly, she raised her hand and pointed to the dead unicorn lying under the tree in the clearing not far away.

Hagrid looked over, and the unicorn lay there sadly. He was silent for a moment, then spoke heavily, "It's sad, but at least you don't have to be afraid of it, poor creature. It's hard for anyone to catch them when they're on guard・・・・・・" Before he could finish his sentence, a bright red glow rose in the sky.

Although Vio couldn't tell Hagrid, he knew in his heart that it was Harry who met Voldemort this time, and it seemed that the direction in which Voldemort fled happened to collide with them.

"Oh my God! it's Harry's side!vio, can you still - I need to go over and have a look, can I keep up?" Hagrid rubbed his huge palms restlessly, vio barely able to walk.

But the unicorn's body was still here, and she shook her head and didn't plan to follow. She glanced at Draco again, who was silent after the fight, and Vio couldn't guess what he was thinking.

She walked over and took Draco's hand, but the other didn't even shy away from it, seemingly unnoticed. Vio grabbed Yaya's neck with his other hand, and Yaya knelt down obediently, sticking out his tongue and licking Vio's hand. The three partners rested on the spot. Hagrid didn't hesitate any longer, and ran in Harry's direction.

I don't know how long it took, but Hagrid's back gradually became invisible.

At this moment, a long, pleasant voice sounded, followed by many of the same, soft, tear-inducing voices. Countless stars rose from the woods, and the silvery white light rose from them. Around the unicorn's corpse, a ring slowly formed.

Both Vio and Draco looked up, motionless at the strange sight in front of them.

The white starlight in the air gathered on the wounds of the unicorn's corpse, one by one, dripping, merging, and fusing like the most miraculous tailor, erasing the wounds and allowing them to heal as if they were the most miraculous of tailors.

However, the unicorn never got back on its feet, and its body was repaired as if it had never been born, and gradually dissipated into the air as if it had never existed.

When the hissing ended, Vio was still basking in the peace and tranquility of the sound, and she and Draco saw a sturdy and beautiful unicorn walking towards them, unlike the other unicorns, its white horns were hovering with strange patterns, and the horns were thicker than ordinary unicorns.

It stopped in front of them, lowered its head, and gently touched their clasped hands with that horn.

Blooming white light burst out of the horn and into their palms. An indescribable sense of relief and composure stirred through their hearts, and the last rays of light that followed melted into their bodies after a few wraps around their hands and disappeared.

The unicorn took the lead and hissed, and in the woods, the chorus sang gracefully.

"Trust, loyalty. Vio couldn't be sure about those two words that popped into her mind, but she thought that was what the unicorns meant.

What she didn't know, though, was that from this moment on, she and Draco had an ability.