Under normal circumstances, it would take several days for Hagrid to patrol the entire Forbidden Forest and check for instability.

And even if the current emergency is counted, and not only Hagrid, but even some teachers are involved in the search, it will at least wait until tomorrow to reach a conclusion.

And now the problem is precisely time.

Tomorrow, it may be too late.

If Connor's guess is correct, someone might be going to do something little tomorrow.

And the werewolf invasion of the academy is not a small matter, if the noise is bigger, from tomorrow onwards, there will be no peace in the whole Hogwarts.

Therefore, the problems existing in the forbidden forest must be investigated on the spot.

This wasn't a difficult thing for Connor, perhaps the dark forest was a danger to most wizards, with few creatures other than centaurs able to communicate.

But not in Connor's eyes.

The small animals that live in this forest are actually secondary, and the most important thing is that in his eyes, even these trees can exist as sentinels.

It may not be possible to report the information in time, but it is possible to inquire about it afterwards.

If you want to say why......

"Everything has a spirit."

Resting his forehead lightly against the heavy trunk, Connor gently stroked the dry bark.

"If the long-standing spirit of nature can hear my call, then answer me, and tell me what is going on in the Forbidden Forest tonight, and what is happening in this land."

There were no spells, no waving of his wand, and Connor felt as if his consciousness was sinking.

Faintly, he felt as if he heard some kind of deep crying.

The wind in the Forbidden Forest was a little cool, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground.

But it was like a kind of curtain, and the next moment, Connor's ears rang out with a wolf howl.

Although the Forbidden Forest seemed to have changed little, Connor followed the direction from which the voice came.

Then, he saw the werewolves wandering around.

They roared, and fell into a rage on a night that was not a full moon.

On the other side are hordes of centaurs, a tribe living in the Forbidden Forest, roaming around trying to stop them from advancing.

But that conflict gradually spread to other places, and the werewolves almost broke out of the Forbidden Forest with their violent physical fitness.

"Werewolves are very physically strong, as long as they are not fatally wounded, they can set traps! We must stop them! ”

Among the centaur race, Ferencze and Bane, whom Connor had only seen before, couldn't see the previous conflict and quarrel at all, but cooperated closely.

There is also no magic, and the centaurs just fight with the most simple cold weapons.

They use traps to stop werewolves from advancing and bows and arrows to reduce the range of the werewolves.

And in the process, Connor saw a sneaky figure on the edge of the battlefield - it was a balding old man.

He watched the chaotic scene, but did not make any further movements, only slowly retreated.

He took the form of a hairless rat and walked around the Forbidden Forest, not as if he was wandering around or running away, but rather with a strong sense of purpose.

What was he looking for?

Following the tracks, Connor tracked down the rat in front of him.

Eventually, he saw a four-legged figure with a white body and a silver mane.

Even in the darkness of the Forbidden Forest, this figure can still reflect the beautiful colors that make people feel in the only moonlight.

This is a beautiful horse, but not an ordinary horse, as evidenced by the horns on its head.

"Unicorn ......"

Connor whispered.

"Found you!"

The mouse quickly turned into a human form, and Peter shouted excitedly.

Then, a flash of blood flashed.

The unicorn didn't even have time to cry out for help before it was robbed of its ability to scream.

It didn't die immediately, but it was greeted with a brutal treatment - its major arteries were cut open and silvery-white blood gushed out.

At this point, Peter Pettigrew's purpose is already quite obvious.

"Unicorns are pure beasts, and it would be a sin to slaughter such creatures even if they look at the entire natural world, let alone bleed."

'Whew'

When the illusions of nature dissipated, Connor had already left his original position.

What appeared before his eyes was the corpse of a unicorn, the once holy silver-white body lying quietly on the ground, which was heart-wrenching.

This is a complete no-brainer for the unicorn.

It just lives here, but it takes its life.

"Meow!"

The white cat on his shoulder barked too, which made Connor scratch her chin.

Then, he crouched down and quietly touched the unicorn's wounds with his hands.

From the cold corpse, Connor could detect a hint of reluctance, and a hint of abhorrence - from the wild instinct of a unicorn.

The hatred of a unicorn is not a simple matter, and as a holy thing of nature, the preference of this race is equivalent to blessing and curse.

And if their blood is used without permission, it will be a big problem.

Could it be that Voldemort wanted to use that blood?

It shouldn't be.

He hasn't been doing anything lately, isn't it nice to be honest with Quirrell's head?

He could understand that he wanted to force Dumbledore back, because Dumbledore was really difficult to handle in many things.

But the unicorn step, Connor really didn't figure it out for a while.

"Is it possible that I want to replenish my vitality...... But let Quirrell bear the cursed price? ”

But the unicorn's abomination and curse are not so simple.

In the end, Connor still didn't have a score in his heart despite guessing.

"That's it."

But in any case, this should be reported and must be communicated to others.

Thinking of this, he patted his cheek, and after adjusting his expression, he shouted loudly:

"Hagrid! Hagrid! ”

On the other side, Hagrid was still looking for the child he had seen lost.

"Connor! Connor! Where are you?! ”

But before he could continue to explore the surrounding area, he heard a response.

"Hagrid! Hagrid! I found something! ”

"What the hell did you ...... before?"

"I found the corpse of a unicorn!"

"What? What did you find? ”

Hagrid's eyes widened.

"Unicorns?"

"The body of the unicorn, it's dead, it's been killed."

"But...... Why should the unicorn die? No one could hunt a unicorn. ”

But to Connor's surprise, Hagrid was even more flustered than he thought.

"Oh my God, why would anyone want to murder such a holy child!"