"Oh, is it?" Dudley smiled wickedly at Harry, "You're just scared!"

It was Harry who was coming to the Forbidden Forest, and it was Harry who was afraid.

Time passed in the pursuit and heart, and they walked for almost half an hour, deeper and deeper into the Forbidden Forest, and the trees behind them became extremely dense, and the path was almost impassable.

There was more and more blood on the ground, and there was a lot of blood splattered on the roots of a tree, as if the poor unicorn had writhed and struggled in pain nearby.

Through the tangled branches of an ancient oak tree, they could see a clearing in front of them.

There were two white things glittering in the clearing.

That's right, these two are unicorns.

One of them was dead, so beautiful, so miserable, its slender legs in the same position it had fallen into, unnaturally stretching out, its sideburns spread on the pitch-black leaves, white as pearls.

The other unicorn is very small, with silver hair, no horns on its head, and appears to be less than four years old.

In fact, the age of unicorns under the age of seven is very easy to see, they are pure gold in their childhood, they turn silver when they are about two years old, they will grow horns at the age of four, and their bodies will be fully grown by the age of seven, and their coat will be snow-white.

At this moment, the little unicorn is using its little head to feed the unicorn that has fallen to the ground, and its mouth is hissing, as if to say, "Don't make trouble, hurry up and play with me!"

Dudley stopped Hermione as she stepped forward, and he shook his head at Hermione's reddened eyes.

The situation is unclear now, and the people who should be here have not yet appeared, so it is very dangerous to swagger into the open space like this.

Just then, they heard a sliding sound.

A bush at the edge of the clearing shook violently, and in a moment a hooded figure emerged from the bushes, his body gliding almost to the ground, like a hungry beast.

The little unicorn was startled, and hurriedly turned and ran, running a few steps with small steps, and it felt that it was not being chased, so it stopped and turned around, and tilted its little head to look over.

The cloaked figure came up to the dead unicorn, lowered his head, aimed it at the wound on the side of the corpse, and began to drink its blood.

Dudley's face contorted, he wasn't scared but hurt, and he looked to the side, Hermione's hands gripping his arms tightly.

It was as if he had experienced the triple heavens, the pain of his body, the horror of his vision, and the inexplicable joy in his heart.

This little unicorn is afraid that he has forgotten to pay for his IQ, and he is still curious to watch if he does not run away at this time.

Dudley clenched his wand and sweated slightly, he wondered if he should make a move now, but he finally gave up, the unicorn was dead, and even if he shot now, he couldn't get it back.

He plans to continue to look down, and try not to make a move if he can't make a move without being 100% sure, and at present, he only hopes that the unicorn that is still alive will run away now, so that everyone will be very relaxed.

Extravagant hopes are always extravagant expectations.

Voldemort, who had drunk the unicorn's blood, raised his head, the remaining blood flowing down the corners of his mouth to his chest, and his eyes were fixed on the little unicorn who was still watching the play.

The little unicorn panicked, moved backwards slowly, and finally turned around and ran a few steps into the huge roots, its little tail still dangling.

it!

The corners of Dudley's eyes twitched, and he realized why he had an inexplicable sense of joy just now. It's the idiot's signature move - wondering why the enemy doesn't catch up, and hiding your head and thinking the enemy can't see it.

This unicorn can't be a skewer, right?

Voldemort slid towards the little unicorn.

"Faint!"

As if with all her strength, Hermione shot out of her wand.

As if he had been prepared, Voldemort dodged in a deft S-shape, and he looked at the crowd and flew towards him quickly.

"Ahh

His vision began to blur and he staggered backwards, as Ron held him up.

Dudley felt so tired, and there was one less person before the official start of the fight.

"The flames are blazing!"

This is the second time he has cast this spell since the last troll incident, and he still doesn't dare to practice the fire spell because of this mutated fire magic, if it is not controlled well, it will cause a lot of chaos.

But the next scene almost blinded him.

The blue flames were still some distance away from Voldemort, and as a result, one of his souls drifted away.

Dudley couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, whether his spell was too powerful or if this Voldemort was a fake.

Voldemort fled so decisively, something he could never have dreamed of.

He set up a guard around him to prevent Voldemort from killing a gun. That's a chance to check on Harry.

Harry had such a terrible headache that he fell to his knees with his head in his hands, and it took about a minute or two for him to recover.

"Are you alright?" Dudley asked, pulling Harry up, now knowing why Harry was aware of Voldemort's presence, the scar on Harry's head was a warning that he had forgotten.

"It's okay, where's the guy just now?"

"Run," Dudley still felt like he was dreaming.

"Dudley is so powerful, a spell scared the thing away," Ron complimented excitedly.

Dudley smiled reluctantly, he wasn't going to swell enough to think he was super awesome, a spell could scare Voldemort away, it was too weird, there must be something he didn't know.

"Since it's all right, let's go back quickly. ”

"What about the unicorn?" Hermione asked, pointing to the dead unicorn.

"Wait until you bury it. ”

Dudley walked over to the silly unicorn and slapped the white flower next to the base of the unicorn's tail.

There was a wail, and the painful unicorn tap-danced. After a moment, it looked at Dudley with teary eyes.

"Don't hurry up yet," Dudley said with a pretended ferocious slap again.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, what are you doing so fiercely!" Hermione pushed Dudley away, and she slowly moved towards the unicorn as she said gently, "Don't be afraid. ”

Dudley snorted arrogantly, it was better to bury the unicorn, Harry and Ron couldn't count on it, they stood next to the corpse and didn't know what to do.

He blew up a large crater in the ground next to him with a spell, and then used the levitation charm to place the unicorn's corpse inside.

"Rest in peace!"