Chapter 792

Several people walked into the forbidden forest, where there was a winding path. Harry had been here before, led by Hagrid, but now there were only seven of them. Harry was a little uneasy, and Ron regretted his impulse - since he heard that there were spiders in the forbidden forest, Hermione was still angry, only Yakov four, They were holding their thick wands with excitement on their faces.

A faint cold wind blew up their hair. Suddenly Harry found something silvery. He rushed over and found those flashing things on the ground at the edge of the path. Harry twisted the liquid and smelled a smell of blood.

"It's Unicorn blood!" he turned to Hermione.

She also came up as like as two peas and saw the tracks. "As we saw in the forbidden forest, we have a unicorn injury!" Harry felt a numb of numbness and gradually threw his arm around. Hermione could not help but teach him, "why do you touch it with your hands? The blood that the unicorn is hurt is a curse!"

"Do you remember the last time someone hurt a unicorn?" Harry said in panic instead of paying attention.

"The last time... Voldemort was attached to Professor Chilo and maintained his vitality by absorbing the unicorn's blood. Do you mean... Voldemort is back?"

"Not necessarily, but it's possible," Harry said seriously. "Hermione, we must catch up and have a look! We must find the injured Unicorn... Or the thing that hurt him."

Ron said with a tight face, "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'll let the guy escape... Look at the coagulation of the blood, he hasn't run far."

Yakov squatted beside the unicorn's blood with curiosity on his face. He carefully put away some and muttered: "cursed unicorn's blood? It's a good material for black magic. It's especially useful for refining some poisons and curses. I seem to hear you talk about Voldemort? Can he cause these blood?"

"Yes, if you're afraid... Go back quickly!" Hermione replied angrily.

"Scared? No, no, no, no... I want to say, great!" Yakov cheered. He shouted to the Slavic companions, "you hear me? Guys, Voldemort is here!"

"Catch him!"

"To catch a Voldemort? Is there anything more exciting?" they cheered.

Hermione's mouth moved and didn't say anything at last. The forest was still dark and silent. When they walked up the path, they finally lost their intermittent blood. Harry saw the exchange students of demstrom holding up their thick and big wands. The silver light at the top was very dazzling, illuminating a large area of darkness in the forest.

At last he had to say to them, "turn down the light. You'll disturb them. Such a bright light... Everyone can find us."

Yakov turned to answer, "they can't find it! Have you seen my wand?" Harry looked over and saw that the place at the top of the wand where the white crystal gem was fixed opened like a dry claw, and the silver light was shining there. Harry suddenly remembered the hand he saw in the bokin store.

"That's the secret light of the thief. We teach the magic transformed according to the thief's hand. Only we can see its flickering fluorescence. In the eyes of others, it's still dark."

"Your professor is very good," said Harry insincerely.

"Of course!" Yakov replied, "my classmates and I think he may be the most powerful black wizard in the world! He often creates some dangerous and magical magic. He has been studying the magic system of ancient Egypt recently. The reason why he came to Britain as our exchange professor is to find the two magic books spread in ancient Egypt."

"The Golden Book of the sun!" Harry blurted out.

"Do you know these two books?" Yakov said in surprise: "yes, it is rumored that these two books were originally hidden in hamnata, the capital of the dead, but stolen by British explorers. Recently, someone found traces of these two books in Britain, so the professor came to Britain..."

"Is there anything... Magical about these... These two books?" Harry hesitated.

"The golden Sutra of the sun contains the secret of rebirth, while the black Sutra of the dead contains the secret of resurrection of the dead. The golden Sutra of the sun is a hymn of the gods, hiding the true name, power and the mystery of eternal life and rebirth of ancient Egyptian gods, and the black Sutra of the dead It is the book of the dead spirits of the gods of the underworld, which hides the secrets of the underworld. They are the most powerful books of white magic and black magic in ancient Egypt. "Yakov explained:" our professor said so... But he often put some strange things that are not recorded in the book. These are not necessarily true. "

"Have you ever seen injured unicorns?" Yakov asked curiously. "They are said to be a very powerful and incredible magical creature. Few things can hurt them. “

"Yes..." Harry recalled the magical animal he saw last semester and said in a low voice, "there are always some evils beyond our imagination... The purest is often the first to suffer!"

Harry looked at the blood on the ground and said sadly, "it's bleeding too much. It can't go far!" he didn't say anything else, but the others already understood. Hermione said, "hurry up... I hope you won't be late."

Their speed increased a little, and they became more vigilant. Their ears were vigilant to catch even the faintest sound on the dark path. Suddenly, behind the stream in front, an unusual sound came from the trees. Yakov clenched his wand and took the lead in welcoming it. His speed was like black lightning.

Soon, a roar came from the front, and Yakov shouted, "it's a werewolf!"

Harry rushed over with his wand and nervously prepared for magic. He forgot that he only went up to deliver vegetables - werewolves are so resistant to magic that adult wizards can't hurt them. But when he rushed behind the big oak tree, he saw only a huge monster with a wolf kissed head... Wailing!

Yakov shouted excitedly, "don't run, little wolf!"

While throwing the iron birch wand on its face, Harry watched the stick beat hard on the werewolf's nose, making the sound of defeat in the attack. Hearing the wind of the wand roaring in the air, he felt numb and hurt the werewolf. The broken teeth of the werewolf were beaten out, and he was about to take the road with a cry like a dog.

Yakov's wand shadow shook, and the wand was like a flexible black snake in his hand, beating the werewolf to fly.

Hermione and other Slavic students came up from behind. The big man was going to help with his magic wand. The werewolf was frightened. He was desperate and rushed out into the forbidden forest. Yakov took his magic wand, smiled and rushed out.

A group of people followed closely. The wind blew through Harry's ears. He felt his heart beating excitedly. It was too exciting! They're chasing a werewolf!

Yakov chased the werewolf. Before he ran far, he saw a large pool of silver blood and a strong smell of blood - it should have brought the werewolf, and a bright white thing was shining on the ground not far away - that was a unicorn. A dark shadow stood next to it, heard someone coming, and quickly fled to the back.

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

He shook his wand like a dragon, pulled it out, hit the joint of the werewolf's leg, and made a sound of bone breaking. At this time, his classmates also followed up. The big man gave the werewolf an elbow, and the werewolf's expression was sad to death. At this time, Harry and the three also caught up.

They saw an unspeakable shadow standing up from the forest behind the unicorn. Its scales were like late at night, its pupils were as slender as cold-blooded animals, it had strong muscles like stones, hidden under the black, non reflective scales, and its head was like an extinct prehistoric animal, A magical creature that still exists in the magic world - Dragon.

This is a black dragon, but it is quite different from the black dragon of the Hercynian islands. Its pupils are white gold color reflected by silver in the moonlight. Its back is smooth, and there is no ridge like the typical razor of the black dragon of the Hercynian islands.

Its face is very strange, like skin and bones, and its eye sockets are deep, like a skeleton.

His eyes were very smart, just like he could speak. When he saw Harry, he looked sarcastic and contemptuous. He stood up about as tall as a big tree. The wound on the unicorn's neck seemed to be torn open by this thing with its sharp claws.

Somehow, Harry felt that there was a feeling in the dragon that he was very familiar with.

The black dragon stepped on the unicorn's body with a claw and looked down on them with a human sarcastic expression. It looked back at the hurried figure and showed sharp teeth like a blade to Harry. Hermione shouted, "run away!" and pulled Harry back.

Yakov just clenched the wand in his hand and showed an excited expression.

The black dragon gently flapped its wings and flew up with an abnormal tap. It was not as clumsy as a large dragon. It swept over Yakov's head, attracted Yakov to make a strange cry and ran after it below. As soon as the black dragon pushed out, it flew to the top of Harry, Hermione and Ron. Its shadow passed through them and left a large deep shadow on the fallen leaves through the branches above them.

"Spotted!" Ron suddenly exclaimed.

The mouse came out of his pocket and ran back without looking back. Ron stopped, and Hermione quickly pulled him and shouted to him, "run for your life first! You'll find it later!"

At this time, Yakov followed up excitedly and ran in the direction of the black dragon above his head.

The big man who fell behind stood next to the unicorn's body. He put his hand on the magical animal. His soft and warm body had gradually become cold. He was surprised to find that the blood in the unicorn's body was less than half, so that the body had no elasticity. The big man wanted to bury it, but he must follow up now to avoid being separated from his companions.

But just after he ran some distance, he felt a mouse running by.

Through the gap in the forest, he saw that the mouse had become a squat monster with mouse characteristics. He hurried to the unicorn, lowered his head, bent over the unicorn's wound and began to suck its blood... A putrid and disgusting smell suddenly burst into his nose

The group of three who ran for their lives ran wildly in many ways. The black dragon on his head seemed to tease them and drove them left and right... Seeing Ron's sad expression, Hermione comforted him: "don't worry, we'll find it back."

Ron cried: "I'm not sad for speckle... But for myself, mom, I'm dying!"

They rushed under a prominent tree root and hid in the corner, making the black dragon lose their trace. Ron whispered, "the spot is getting old and dying... Recently, I often smell a bad smell on it. It may have begun to rot!"