Change the world from Hogwarts

Generally speaking, it would take several days to rely on Hagrid to patrol the entire Forbidden Forest and check for unstable factors.

And even if the current situation is considered an emergency, not only Hagrid, but also some teachers will be involved in the search, so the conclusion will have to wait until at least tomorrow.

The problem now is precisely time.

If it's tomorrow, it might be too late.

If Connor's guess is correct, maybe someone will do something small tomorrow.

Moreover, the werewolf invasion of the college is not a small matter. If the noise is bigger, starting from tomorrow, there will be no peace in the entire Hogwarts.

Therefore, the problems existing in the Forbidden Forest must be investigated on the spot.

And this kind of thing is not difficult for Connor. Perhaps this dark forest is full of dangers in the eyes of most wizards, and there are few creatures in it that can communicate except centaurs.

But that's not the case in Connor's eyes.

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

It may not be possible to report the information in time, but it can still be inquired afterward.

If you want to say why...

"Everything has spirituality."

Gently leaning his forehead against the heavy tree trunk, Connor gently stroked the dry bark.

"The ancient spirit of nature, if you can hear my call, then answer my call and tell me what happened in the Forbidden Forest tonight and what happened in this land."

There were no spells or waving of wands. Connor just felt as if his consciousness was sinking.

Vaguely, he felt like he heard some kind of deep crying.

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

But it was like a kind of curtain, and the next moment, Connor heard the howl of a wolf.

Although there seemed to be no changes in the Forbidden Forest, Connor followed the direction of the sound and ran in a familiar manner.

Then, what he saw were those werewolves running around randomly.

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

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

But that kind of conflict gradually spread to other places, and the werewolf almost broke out of the forbidden forest with its violent physical fitness.

"Werewolves are very strong physically. As long as they are not fatally injured, they can set up hunting traps! We must stop them!"

Among the centaurs, Firenze and Bain, whom Connor had just met before, could not see the previous conflicts and quarrels at all. Instead, they cooperated closely.

There is also no magic, the centaurs just rely on those simple cold weapons to fight.

They used bear traps to stop the werewolves from advancing, and used bows and arrows to compress the werewolves' range of activities.

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

He looked at the chaotic scene, but made no further moves, just slowly retreated.

He transformed into a hairless mouse and moved quickly in the Forbidden Forest. His movements did not look like he was wandering around or escaping, but rather had a strong purpose.

What is he looking for?

Following those traces, Connor tracked the mouse in front of him.

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

Even in this dark forbidden forest, this figure can still reflect beautiful colors that are mind-blowing in the only moonlight.

This is a beautiful horse, but it is no ordinary horse. The horns on its head have proved this.

"unicorn……"

Connor whispered.

"Got you!"

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

Then, a bloody light flashed past.

The unicorn didn't even have time to cry out for help before the ability to neigh was taken away.

It didn't die immediately, but what greeted it next was an inhumane treatment - its aorta was cut open directly, and silver-white blood spurted out.

At this point, Peter Pettigrew's purpose has become quite obvious.

"Unicorns are pure beasts. Killing such creatures is a sin even in the entire natural world, let alone bloodletting."

‘Shua’

When the illusions conveyed by nature dissipated in front of him, Connor had also left his original position.

What appeared in front of him was the corpse of a unicorn. The once holy silver-white body just lay quietly on the ground, which was heartbreaking.

This was a complete disaster for this unicorn.

It was just living here, but its life was taken away.

"Meow!"

The white cat on his shoulder also meowed, which made Connor couldn't help but scratch her chin.

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

From the already cold corpse, Connor could detect a hint of unwillingness and a hint of hatred - the wild instinct of the unicorn.

The hatred of a unicorn is not that simple. As a holy thing of nature, the preferences of this group are equivalent to blessings and curses.

And if their blood is used without authorization, big problems will arise.

Could it be that Voldemort wanted to use the blood?

It shouldn't be.

He hasn't done anything recently. Wouldn't it be nice to just stay on Quirrell's head?

He could understand wanting to force Principal Dumbledore to retreat, because Dumbledore was indeed difficult to handle many things.

But Connor really didn't understand the unicorn step for a while.

"Is it possible that you want to replenish your own vitality...but let Quirrell bear the price of being cursed?"

But the hatred and curse of unicorns are not that simple.

In the end, Connor still had no idea despite making random guesses.

"That's all."

But no matter what, this matter should be reported and others must be notified.

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

"Hagrid! Hagrid!"

On the other side, Hagrid was still looking for the child he thought was 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 on earth did you do before..."

"I found the body of a unicorn!"

"What? What did you find?"

Hagrid couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"unicorn?"

"The body of the unicorn, it is dead, it was killed."

"But... this shouldn't be the case. Why do unicorns die? It's impossible for someone to hunt unicorns."

But what surprised Connor was that Hagrid was more panicked than he thought.

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