Change the world from Hogwarts

One night's coma obviously made Ella miss a lot of things, many of which she doesn't know now.

This includes unicorns.

But it doesn't matter, it's actually too late to say it now, but unfortunately, the reality is not beautiful.

"The unicorn was dead. It had been drained of blood when it was found."

When Ella heard the news, she felt like she was dreaming.

"He's dead...how could this happen?"

Just when she felt that her spirit and consciousness were in a trance, Connor raised his eyebrows.

He knew that he had no way to disturb the girl at this time, so he just asked the old man who had asked her again.

"So...she has a good relationship with the unicorn?"

"Well, she has been playing with that unicorn since she was a child. They grew up together."

"That's it."

After getting a brief answer from Ike, Connor shook his head.

For him, there was no need to continue asking about the details. This drink was an extremely ordinary tragedy.

For Ella, last night's experience was probably almost like a nightmare.

First, she was transported to Hogwarts without her knowledge, and was induced to become wild and went berserk.

At that time, if the professors had not taken action in time and if Connor had not arrived in time, she and her friends might have made some mistakes.

But now, after finally avoiding those risks, I find that my jungle partner I grew up with has been brutally murdered.

"Who did it?"

Just as Connor was looking at the girl with hidden sympathy, he heard such a question.

Looking at Ella, Connor could see a hint of raging anger in her eyes.

"Who did it?"

"...I can only say now that this is the same person who framed your village and tried to use werewolves to invade Hogwarts."

"Is it...him?"

Ella tried desperately to remember, but the tearing feeling in her mind still existed.

An important part of the memory that should be complete was forcibly torn off, making it difficult for her to distinguish it.

Even the inertial completion of consciousness seems to not exist.

"Who's coming?"

At the same time, the old werewolf looked quite ugly.

Ike obviously couldn't remember.

Seeing the frowning expressions of the father and daughter werewolves, Connor had a general understanding of the status of this settlement.

"It seems those Full Moon Wolves didn't tell them."

Just when Connor was silent, the voice of the little old man Newt came to his ears.

He didn't seem to care at all that he was already a grandfather, nor that Connor was young enough to be his grandson. The magizoologist just bent down and whispered into his ear.

"A very smart choice - since the wizard intervened, these werewolves should not do anything without permission."

Having said this, Connor couldn't help but look at the werewolf named Ella again.

"Especially when someone can't control their emotions."

"Do you know who did it?"

Not knowing what Connor was talking about, Ella just asked in one word.

"I'm going to make him pay."

"Unfortunately, I don't know."

Facing the werewolf's angry gaze, Connor said these words without even blinking.

"This is also an emergency incident for Hogwarts. We don't know who wants to raid the school...but I can assure you that the truth will come to light soon."

"……Um."

Although there was some hesitation, Ella finally nodded.

She lost interest in continuing to chat, and her eyes slowly moved to her father.

"I'm going to see Clay."

"Well, go ahead."

When the name was mentioned, Ike's expression didn't look very good either.

After Ella turned and left, Ike also sighed.

"Sorry, the recent situation is really not optimistic."

He continued chatting with Newt.

Connor took a step back.

With a phoenix standing on his arm and a white cat around his neck, he slowly walked outside the werewolf village.

Because of the special situation at this moment, there were even horsemen stationed at the gate, one on the left and one on the right. Two horsemen with perfect figures like ancient Greek sculptures just stared straight ahead, wary of what was ahead.

But before Connor could go far, he heard a cry of accountability:

"You lied, child of the forest."

Accompanied by such a sound, the silver-maned and golden-bodied centaur slowly walked out.

"Your ability is enough to allow you to listen to the sounds of nature. Ordinary people... even the dead things in our eyes are still full of life in your eyes."

The light dimly shining through the shade of the dense trees fell on him, exuding a sense of mystery and harmony.

"Mr. Firenze."

Without denying what he had done before, Connor just responded with a smile.

"Any questions or other advice?"

"No, it's not that. I'm just here to remind you not to forget the funeral tonight."

"I won't forget it."

How could Connor forget such a thing?

There are some things that only he can do, and there are some things that only he can give meaning to.

To explain why, as the centaurs call him, he is nature's darling, the son of the forest.

These titles are actually related to the knowledge he once learned, ancient magic.

Stay with nature, communicate with your soul, and listen to the sounds of nature.

When there is no formal and unified name for wizards, most people tend to call them like this:

Oak Sage (druid).

"Your mission in this world has been completed. Everything that this forest has given you will be put into a new cycle. Your existence will be remembered by this land and this forest. May your soul be able to break away from the body.

Without any shackles, go to the distant shore without worries and embark on a great and new adventure."

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, on the edge of a beautiful lake, centaurs, werewolves, and a herd of unicorns from the Forbidden Forest gathered here.

At the same time, there are also those small animals that come spontaneously around.

And in the center is the silver-white corpse that has not decayed.

Under Connor's melodious tone, the whole forest seemed to come alive.

Suddenly, buds sprouted out from under the ground, and they began to grow rapidly, forming a sea of ​​flowers.

The beautiful flowers completely covered the unicorn's body, as if they were using it as nourishment, and as if they were proving its existence.

"...Is it over?"

Staring at the flowers under the shade of the trees, Ella seemed to have just come back to her senses.

"it's over."

The one who answered her was the centaurs, the handsome Firenze.

"It's just that this incident is not over yet, and Mars is still bright tonight."

"What's the meaning?"

Firenze did not answer, he just walked slowly to the side of his compatriots.

"Get well soon, we must be united."