A few people walked into the Forbidden Forest, where there was a winding path, Harry had been here before, under Hagrid's leadership, but now there were only seven of them, Harry was a little uneasy, and Ron had already regretted his impulsiveness - since he heard that there were spiders in the Forbidden Forest, and Hermione was still angry, only the four Yakov were holding their thick wands with excitement on their faces.

A faint cold wind ruffled their hair, and suddenly Harry spotted something silvery shiny, and he rushed over to find something flashing on the ground at the edge of the path, and Harry picked up the liquid and smelled blood.

"It's unicorn blood!" He turned to Hermione.

She also leaned up, looked at the traces and said, "It's exactly the same as the last time we saw it in the Forbidden Forest, a unicorn is injured!" Harry felt a tingling in his fingertips, and he quickly shook his arm, and Hermione couldn't help but lecture him, "Why are you touching it with your hands...... The blood that comes out of the unicorn's damage is cursed! ”

"Do you remember the last time someone hurt a unicorn?" Harry didn't have time to pay attention, but panicked.

"Last time...... It was Voldemort who possessed Professor Quirrell and sustained his life force by sucking the blood of unicorns, you mean...... Is Voldemort back? ”

"Not necessarily, but it's possible." Harry said solemnly, "Hermione, we'll have to chase after you!" The injured unicorn must be found...... Or the thing that hurt him. ”

Ron looked nervous and said, "Why don't you go back and tell Dumbledore!" ”

"Dumbledore has gone to the Ministry of Magic!" Hermione added, "And it's too late to go back now!" It's going to let that guy escape...... Judging by the clotting of this blood, he hadn't run far yet. ”

Yakov also crouched next to the unicorn's blood with a curious expression, he carefully put some away, and muttered, "Cursed unicorn blood? It's a great material for dark magic, especially for making poisons and curses. I think I heard you talk about Voldemort? Could he have caused the blood? ”

"Yes, if you're scared...... Then hurry back! Hermione replied angrily.

"Scared? No, no, no, no...... I would say, great! Yakov simply cheered, and he shouted to his fellow Slavs: "Do you hear that? Guys, Voldemort is here too! ”

"Catch him!"

"Catch a Voldemort? What could be more exciting? They cheered and jumped.

Hermione's mouth moved, and finally nothing was spoken, the forest was still dark and silent, and the path was walked on, and the staccato blood of the few people finally left, and Harry saw the Durmstrang exchange students raise their thick and large wands, and the silver light at the top was very dazzling, illuminating a large area of darkness in the forest.

Finally he had to say to them, "Dim the light." You're going to alarm them like that, such a bright light...... Anyone can spot us. ”

Yakov turned his head and replied: "They can't find it!" See my wand? Harry looked over and saw that the place at the top of the wand where the white crystal gem was held open like a withered claw, and the silver light flickered there, and Harry remembered the hand he had seen in the Borgin shop.

"It's the hidden light of the thief, the magic we taught from the thief's hand, its flickering fluorescence that only we can see, and in the eyes of others, it's still dark."

"Your professor is amazing." Harry said insincerely.

"Of course!" Yakov replied, "My classmates and I think he might be the best dark wizard in the world!" He often creates dangerous and magical magic, and he has recently been studying the magic system of ancient Egypt, and the reason why he came to England as our exchange professor is to find two magic books that have been circulated in ancient Egypt. ”

"The Golden Sutra of the Sun!" Harry blurted out.

"You know these two books too?" Yakov was surprised: "Yes, it is rumored that these two books were originally hidden in the capital of the dead, the Tower of Hamna, but were stolen by British explorers. Recently, someone found traces of these two books in the UK, which is why the professor came to the UK......"

"This ...... These two books have ...... What's magical? Harry asked.

"The Golden Sutra of the Sun hides the secret of rebirth, while the Black Book of the Dead hides the secret of resurrecting the dead, the Golden Sutra of the Sun is a hymn to the gods, hiding the true names of the ancient Egyptian gods, their power and the mysteries of eternal life and rebirth, while the Black Book of the Dead is the book of the dead of the gods of the underworld, which hides the secrets of Hades. They are the most powerful books of white magic and black magic in ancient Egypt, respectively. Yakov explained: "That's what our professor said...... But he often puts things that are weird and weird, and that are not written in the book, which are not necessarily true. ”

"Have you ever seen a wounded unicorn?" Yakov asked curiously, "They are said to be very powerful, incredible magical creatures, and few things can hurt them. “

"I've seen ......," Harry said in a low voice, recalling the amazing animal he had seen last semester, "there's always something evil beyond our imagination...... The purest is often the first to suffer! ”

Harry stared at the blood on the ground and said sadly, "It's bleeding so much that it can't get far!" There was something else he didn't say, but the others understood, and Hermione said, "Hurry up...... Hope not to be late. ”

They quickened a little, and at the same time became more vigilant, their ears wary of catching even the faintest sound on the dark path. Suddenly, behind the stream in front of him, there was an unusual sound from the bushes, and Yakov clenched his wand in his hand and took the lead, his speed as fast as black lightning.

Soon, there was a roar from the front, and Yakov shouted: "It's a werewolf!" ”

Harry rushed over, wand in his hand nervously preparing for his magic, forgetting that he was only delivering food himself - werewolves were so resistant to magic that it was difficult for an adult wizard to hurt them. But when he rushed behind the big oak tree, he saw a huge monster with a wolf's beak head...... Cry!

Yakov shouted excitedly: "Don't run, little wolf wolf! ”

As he slammed the iron birch wand into its face, Harry watched as the stick slammed into the werewolf's nose with the sound of a blow to the werewolf, and he felt pain as he heard the wand whistling in the air. The werewolf's broken teeth were knocked out, and he let out a howl like a puppy, and was about to take the road.

Yakov flicked his stick, and his wand was like a nimble black snake in his hand, beating the werewolf into the air.

Hermione and the other Slavic students came up from behind, and the big man with his wand was about to go up to help, but the werewolf was so frightened that it rushed out of the Forbidden Forest in a panic, and Yakov took his wand, laughed weirdly, and rushed out.

A group of people followed closely behind, the wind blew past Harry's ears, whirring, and he felt his heart beating excitedly, it was so exciting! They're chasing a werewolf!

Yakov hadn't gone far after the werewolf when he saw a large pool of silver blood and a strong smell of blood—it was supposed to have attracted the werewolf, and there was a bright white thing lying on the ground not far away that was shining—it was a unicorn, and a black shadow stood beside it, and when it heard someone coming, it quickly fled backwards.

Yakov had never seen such a beautiful animal - but it was dead.

With a flick of his hand, his wand poked out like a dragon, hitting the werewolf's calf joint, making a clicking sound like bones breaking, and then his classmates followed, and the big man gave the werewolf an elbow, and the werewolf looked sad and was about to die. At this time, Harry and the three of them also chased after him.

They saw an unspeakable shadow rise from the forest behind the unicorn, its scales like the middle of the night, its pupils as slender as that of a cold-blooded animal, its strong, stone-like muscles, hidden beneath its black, non-reflective scales, and its head like an extinct prehistoric animal, a magical creature that still lived in the magical world, the dragon.

It was a black dragon, but it was very different from the black dragon of the Hirshidiri Islands, its pupils were white-gold like the reflection of silver in the moonlight, and its back was smooth, and it did not have the typical razor-like ridge of the black dragon of the Hehitiri Islands.

Its face is very peculiar, with deep-set eye sockets like skin and bones, like a skeleton.

Its eyes were very smart, as if it could speak, and when it saw Harry, it looked sarcastic, contemptuous, and it stood up about the height of a tree, and the wound on the unicorn's neck seemed to have been torn open by the sharp claws of this thing.

For some reason, Harry felt something very familiar to him about this dragon.

The black dragon stepped on the unicorn's corpse with one paw, looking down at them condescendingly, revealing a human sneer, and it glanced back at the panicked figure, showing its razor-sharp teeth at Harry, and Hermione shouted, "Run!" He pulled Harry and ran backwards.

Yakov just clenched his wand in his hand and looked excited.

The black dragon flapped its wings lightly and flew unusually lightly, not at all as clumsy as a large dragon, and it swept over Yakov's heads, attracting Yakov to let out a strange cry and run after it below. The black dragon flew over the heads of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and its shadow passed through the branches above them, leaving a large deep shadow on the fallen leaves.

"Spotted!" Ron exclaimed.

The rat skewered out of his pocket and ran back without looking back, Ron stopped, and Hermione quickly pulled him and shouted at him, "Run for your life!" I'll go back and find it! ”

At this time, Yakov also excitedly followed, running in the direction of the black dragon overhead.

And the big man who was left behind stood next to the unicorn's corpse, he pressed his hand on this magical animal, the soft, warm body had gradually become cold, he was surprised to find that the blood in the unicorn's corpse was less than half, so that the corpse was no longer elastic, and the big man wanted to bury it, but he had to follow now, lest he be separated from his companions.

But just as he had run some distance, he felt as if a mouse had run past him.

Through the cracks in the woods, he saw that the mouse had turned into a stocky, rat-like stranger, and he hurried to the unicorn, lowered his head, leaned over the unicorn's wounds, and began to suck its blood...... A rancid, disgusting smell suddenly burst into his nose......

The trio who fled for their lives ran wildly in many ways, and the black dragon above their heads seemed to be teasing, driving them left and right...... Seeing Ron's grief-stricken expression, Hermione comforted him, "Don't worry, we'll get it back." ”

Ron wept and said, "I'm not grieving for Spotted...... It's for myself, Mom, I'm dying! ”

They rushed under a protruding tree root and hid in the corner, causing the black dragon to lose sight of them, and Ron gasped quietly, "Spotted is dying old...... I've been smelling it a lot lately, and it may have started to rot! ”