Fantasy World Transmigration

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 it even more. His own impulse—since he heard that there were spiders in the Forbidden Forest, and Hermione was still pissed, only the four of Yakov were raising their thick wands with excitement.

A faint cold wind lifted their hair, and suddenly Harry spotted something shiny silver, he rushed over, and found those glittering things on the ground at the edge of the path, Harry twisted the liquid, sniffed There was a bloody smell.

"It's unicorn blood!" he said, turning to Hermione.

She also came up, looked at the marks and said, "It's exactly the same as what we saw in the Forbidden Forest last time, a unicorn was injured!" Harry felt a tingling numbness gradually numb his fingertips, he quickly shook Swinging her arm, Hermione couldn't help but lecture him: "Why did you touch it with your hand... the blood that a unicorn bleeds after being hurt is cursed!"

"Do you remember the last time someone hurt a unicorn?" Harry panicked before he could pay attention.

"The last time... Voldemort possessed Professor Quirrell and maintained his vitality by sucking the blood of unicorns. You mean... Voldemort is back again?"

"Not necessarily, but it's possible." Harry said seriously, "Hermione, we have to go after it! We have to find the injured unicorn...or the thing that hurt him."

Ron said nervously, "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! Let that guy escape... Judging by the degree of congealed blood, he hasn't run far."

Yakov also squatted next to the unicorn blood with a curious expression on his face. He carefully put away some and muttered, "Cursed unicorn blood? This is the best material for black magic. It is used to refine Some poisons and curses work especially well. I think I heard you talking about Voldemort? Could it be him who caused the blood?"

"Yes, if you're scared...then go back!" Hermione replied angrily.

"Afraid? No no no no... I want to say, it's great!" Yakov almost cheered, and he shouted to the group of Slavic companions: "Did you hear that? Guys, Voldemort is here too!"

"catch him!"

"To catch a Voldemort? Is there anything more exciting than that?" They all jumped for joy.

Hermione's mouth moved,

In the end, nothing was said, and the forest was still dark and silent. Walking up the path, several people finally left with intermittent blood. Harry saw those Durmstrang exchange students holding up their thick and big The wand, the silver light shining at the top was very dazzling, illuminating a large darkness in the forest.

Finally he had to say to them, "Dim the light down a little. You'll startle them that way, such a bright light . . . anyone can spot us."

Yakov turned his head and replied, "They can't find it! Have you seen my wand?" Harry looked over, and saw that the place where the white crystal gem was fixed on the top of the wand was stretched out like a withered claw, The silver light flickered right there, and Harry suddenly remembered the hand he had seen in the Bokin's shop.

"That is the hidden light of the thief. Our professor transformed the magic according to the hands of the thief. Only we can see its flickering fluorescence. In the eyes of others, this place is still dark."

"Your professor is amazing." Harry said insincerely.

"Of course!" Yakov replied: "My classmates and I think that he may be the most powerful dark wizard in the world! He often creates some dangerous and magical magic, and he has been studying the ancient Egyptians recently. The magic system, the reason why I came to the UK to serve as our exchange professor is to find the two magic books that are said to have been handed down in ancient Egypt."

"The Golden Sutra!" Harry blurted out.

"You also know these two books?" Yakov asked in surprise: "Yes, there are rumors that these two books were originally hidden in Hamna Tower, the capital of the dead, but were stolen by British explorers. Recently, someone found traces of these two books in England, so the professor came to England..."

"Is there... any magic in these... these two books?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"The Golden Sutra of the Sun contains the secret of rebirth, and the Black Book of the Dead contains the secret of resurrecting the dead. The Golden Sutra of the Sun is a hymn to the gods, hiding the real names of ancient Egyptian gods, power and immortality, rebirth "The Black Book of the Dead" is the Necronomicon of Hades, hiding the secrets of Hades. They are the most powerful books of white magic and black magic in ancient Egypt." Yakov explained: "We That's what the professor said...but he often puts some weird things that are not recorded in the book, which may not be true."

"Have you ever seen an injured unicorn?" Yakov asked curiously: "They are said to be very powerful and incredible magical creatures. Few things can hurt them."

"I've seen..." 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 ones are often the first to suffer!"

Harry stared at the blood on the ground, and said sadly, "It's bleeding too much, it can't go far!" He had other meanings that he didn't say, but the others already understood, Hermione said, "Hurry up... ...hope it's not late."

Their speed increased a little, and at the same time they became more vigilant, their ears vigilantly picking up even the faintest sound on the dark path. Suddenly, behind the creek in front, there was an unusual sound from the bushes. Yakov clenched the wand in his hand, and took the lead to meet him. His speed was as fast as black lightning.

Soon, there was a roar in front, and Yakov shouted: "It's a werewolf!"

Harry rushed over in a hurry, holding his wand and nervously preparing for magic. He forgot that he was only going up to deliver food—werewolves are highly resistant to magic, and it is difficult for adult wizards to harm them. But when he rushed behind the big oak tree, all he saw was a huge monster with a wolf-kissed head... howling!

Yakov shouted excitedly: "Don't run, little wolf wolf!"

While slamming the iron birch wand in its face, Harry watched the stick lash the werewolf's nose, making the sound of hitting Peggy, and heard the wand whistling through the air. , My whole body went numb, and the werewolf felt pain. The werewolf's broken teeth were all knocked out, and he let out a howl like a puppy, and was about to run away.

Yakov flicked his stick, and the wand was like a nimble black snake in his hand, knocking the werewolf into the air.

Hermione and other Slavic students came up from behind, and the big man was about to go up to help with his wand. The werewolf was frightened. , smiled strangely, and rushed out after him.

A group of people followed closely behind, and the wind blew past Harry's ears, whirring, and he felt his heart beating excitedly, it was so exciting! They're chasing a werewolf!

Yakov chased the werewolf not far away, when he saw a large pool of silver blood and a strong smell of blood—it should be what attracted the werewolf, and there was a bright white thing lying on the ground not far away— ——That was a unicorn, and a dark shadow stood beside it. Hearing someone coming, he quickly fled back.

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

With a flick of his hand, the wand was pulled out like a dragon, and hit the werewolf's calf joint, making a crackling sound like a bone breaking. At this time, his classmates followed, and the big man gave the werewolf With an elbow, the werewolf's expression was so sad that it was about to die. At this time, the three of Harry also caught up.

They saw an unspeakable shadow rising from the forest behind the unicorn, its scales like night, its pupils as slender as a cold-blooded animal, its strong, stone-like muscles, hidden Beneath its black, non-reflective scales, its head resembled that of an extinct prehistoric animal, a magical creature still alive in the wizarding world—a dragon.

This is a black dragon, but it is completely different from the black dragon of the Heshidiali Islands. Its pupils are like the platinum luster reflected by silver in the moonlight, and its back is smooth, without the typical razor-like ridges of the black dragons of the Heshidiali Islands.

Its face is very strange, like a skinny bone with sunken eye sockets, like a skeleton.

Its eyes are very agile, as if it can talk. When it sees Harry, it has a sarcasm and contempt. It stands about as tall as a big tree. The wound on the unicorn's neck seems to be like this. Things were torn open with those sharp claws.

For some reason, Harry felt something about the dragon that he was very familiar with.

The black dragon stepped on the unicorn's corpse with one paw, and looked down at them condescendingly, showing a humanized sarcasm expression. It glanced back at the figure fleeing in panic, and showed Harry and the others like a blade. With sharp teeth, Hermione yelled, "Run away!" and pulled Harry to run backwards.

Yakov just clenched the wand in his hand, showing an excited expression.

The black dragon flapped its wings lightly and flew up abnormally, not as clumsy as a large dragon at all. It passed over the heads of Yakov and the others, attracting Yakov to make a strange cry, and chased after it. run below. As soon as the black dragon was squeezed out, it flew over the heads of Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Its shadow passed through them and through the branches above their heads, leaving a large deep shadow on the fallen leaves.

"Scabbers!" Ron exclaimed suddenly.

The mouse slipped out of his pocket and ran back without looking back. Ron stopped, but Hermione quickly pulled him and shouted at him: "Run for your life first! Going back to find it!"

At this time Yakov also followed up excitedly, running towards the direction of the black dragon above his head.

And the big man who fell behind stood next to the unicorn's body. He pressed his hand on the body of this magical animal. The soft, warm body had gradually turned cold. He was surprised to find that the blood in the unicorn's body More than half was missing, so that the body had no elasticity, and the big man wanted to bury it, but he had to follow now so as not to be separated from his companions.

But just after he ran some distance, he felt a mouse seem to run by.

Through the gap in the woods, he saw that the mouse had turned into a squat monster with mouse features. He hurried to the unicorn, lowered his head, and leaned over the unicorn's wound, and began to suck its blood. ...a rancid, sickening smell suddenly burst into his nose...

The fleeing trio ran wildly in multiple directions, and the black dragon on top of them seemed to be teasing them, driving them left and right... Seeing Ron's sad expression, Hermione comforted him: "Don't worry, we will get it back of."

Ron burst into tears and said, "I'm not sad for Banban...I'm sad for myself, Mom, I'm dying!"

They rushed under a protruding tree root and hid in a corner, causing the black dragon to lose track of them. Ron gasped softly and said, "Scabbets is dying of old... I often smell it on him recently. Stinks, it may have started to rot!"