As he was saying this, there was a sudden movement in the bushes behind Ronan.

"Don't panic, it's still a centaur."

Dumbledore told everyone to lay down their arms.

Sure enough, a second centaur appeared behind Ronan, with black hair and a black body, who looked a little rougher than Ronan.

"Hello, Dumbledore."

The Nacentians salute Dumbledore, who is indeed of high status. The unruly centaur also has to pay homage to him.

"Hello, Bane."

Dumbledore said, "I was asking Ronan if you saw anything strange around here?" There have been a number of unicorns being attacked. ”

"Mars is bright tonight."

Bane, the newcomer, repeats the phrase as well.

"We've heard it before."

Hagrid, who was on the side, couldn't help it, "Can you say something useful?" ”

Dumbledore stopped Hagrid from losing his temper and said to the two centaurs, "Goodbye, friends." ”

He turned to Luo Cheng and said, "The centaurs are arrogant and have extraordinary wisdom, and they often don't get a straightforward answer from them, and asking too much about it will only offend them. ”

Luo Cheng knew that this was Dumbledore reminding himself, after all, he still had the title of head of the centaur liaison office, and with Dumbledore's help, Luo Cheng should be able to brush some KPIs in this position.

"Thank you for your pointers, Headmaster. So how should the centaur understand what he just said? I didn't take astronomy in school,"

Luo Cheng understands the importance of praise, although his astronomical level at this time has reached the level of N.E.WTs, but as the saying goes, if you don't ask for instructions and report more as a subordinate, then how can the leader find a sense of existence?

"In astronomy, Mars represents war, death, and when Mars is particularly bright, it means that something bad is about to happen."

Dumbledore said.

"Is that really the case?"

"It's the same as divination, it can only be used as a reference, and it doesn't necessarily work."

Professor Flitwick said.

Then the men stopped talking, and they continued their way through the dense, dark trees, crackling through the low bushes towards the center of the Forbidden Forest. They walked for nearly half an hour, deeper and deeper into the forest, until the trees became so dense that the path was almost impassable. At this time, the blood on the ground became denser and denser. There was a lot of blood splattered on the roots of a tree, and it seemed that the poor animal had writhed and struggled in pain nearby.

Through the tangled branches of an ancient oak tree, you can see a clearing in front of you.

"Look—" Hagrid whispered.

A white thing glittered on the ground.

That's right, that's the unicorn, it's dead. Its slender legs maintained the position it had taken when it fell, and they stretched out unnaturally; Its mane spreads on the dark fallen leaves, like a pearl.

"Don't move yet, there's something."

Dumbledore stopped the crowd from trying to get closer.

Sure enough, there was a sliding sound, and a bush at the edge of the clearing was shaking. Then a hooded figure flashed out of the shadows, crawling slowly on the ground like a approaching beast. The cloaked figure approached the unicorn, lowered his head, aimed at the wound on the side of the corpse, and began to drink its blood.

"Do it!"

Dumbledore flicked his wand with a loud and hearty wave, a stream of water gushing out of the tip of his wand, and finally enveloping the hooded figure like a cocoon made of glass water. The figure struggled frantically, trying to break free from the cocoon that was suffocating him.

But the attacks of the other three deans came almost at the same time!