Harry Potter’s Fantastic Animals Guide

　　 David leaned against the big tree behind him, breathing heavily. He had just poured all his magic power into the invisible beast to make sure that he could succeed in one blow.

　　 Now he is struggling to even take a step.

　　 The three animals in the field lost the support of David's magic and slowly disappeared.

　　 "You didn't fail too, did you?" David said weakly, "You, an adult, have fought with me for so long. Tsk, you are not really Voldemort, are you? The one killed by Harry?"

　　 Reasonably tells David that he should now be complacent and surrender to Voldemort.

　　 But he doesn't want to do this, and he is also betting...

　　 "You **** it!" Voldemort was instantly dazzled by anger, he lost any defense and raised his wand aloft.

　　 is now professor!

　　 This is already the best opportunity!

　　 You can’t be here yet, right?

　　 David complained in his heart.

　　 Voldemort's hand fell instantly: "Adava gnaws a big melon!"

　　 A green light gradually enlarged in David's pupils.

　　 Cheating! this is!

　　 David gritted his teeth and put his hands on the tree trunk, turning around to leave.

　　 But after leaning on for too long, his feet suddenly became a little unwilling, which caused him not to walk for the first time.

　　 Seeing that the green light was about to approach, a sturdy figure suddenly appeared next to David, pulling David away.

　　 The big tree he had just leaned on was shattered by a fatal spell.

　　 David's seduction in front cannot be said to be useless.

　　 When Voldemort attacked David wholeheartedly, a bow and arrow came out from a cold corner and stuck on Voldemort's arm.

　　 Voldemort glanced around angrily, then after he fired a spell everywhere, he quickly left.

　　 "Are you okay, David?" A rough voice came from my ear.

　　 David looked up. He had black hair, a pitch-black body, and four hooves. It was Baine, the same person who killed the eight-eyed giant spider with him last time.

　　 "It's okay, can you help me go to the unicorn?" David said weakly.

　　 "Okay." Bain nodded, using his sturdy arms to clamp David around his waist.

　　 If it was Firenze at this time, he might let David ride on his back.

　　 But this is Baine, the proud and wild Baine, he will not allow this to happen even if he died.

　　 After David had a few heaves around Bain's waist, Bain put him down.

　　 David knelt on the ground and looked at him. There was a huge wound on the unicorn's throat, and blood was leaking out.

　　 occasionally there are a few bubbles, it is a unicorn breathing.

　　 But it is almost dead, and the body twitches are almost non-existent.

　　 David's heart sank, and a bad feeling arose, but he didn't dare to think about it.

　　 He tore the leather bag from his waist, rummaged in it for a while, and took out a lot of healing potions.

　　 David kept falling on the unicorn's wound as if he didn't need money.

　　 but not much use...

　　 These medicines can only relieve the unicorn’s bleeding symptoms, and have no effect on its wound repair, or the rate of action is too slow.

　　 It can't wait for that time...

　　 "I will cure you!" David said in a deep voice, he kept rumbling in the bag, trying to find any medicine that could cure the unicorn.

　　 Suddenly, footsteps sounded around again, and the horsemen in a circle let out a gap.

　　 A silver figure rushed in. It was the little unicorn. Behind it was three earthen mink, one white and two gray, all of which were stained with bright red blood.

　　 It should be when Voldemort was catching the unicorns, and the white unicorns made them hide.

　　 Looking at the figure of the silver unicorn, David suddenly flashed an inspiration.

　　 "Healing, the milky light that your mother used in the front, can you do it?" David said eagerly, as if a drowning man grabbed the last straw.

　　 There were tears hanging around the corner of the little unicorn's eyes. It screamed, and its front feet were slightly bent.

　　 A burst of white light slowly rose from its body and enveloped the little unicorn.

　　 There was a glimmer of expectation in David's heart.

　　 But the expectation was soon shattered. The little unicorn has no horns yet. It can only condense this power, but cannot lead it out.

　　 The little unicorn wailed, stamped his forefoot on the ground vigorously, head down desperately towards the direction of the white unicorn, trying to guide the healing magic in its body.

　　 It's a pity that its efforts are useless.

　　 Looking at the breathless white unicorn, David felt regretful in his heart.

　　 If he were stronger, would he be able to kill Voldemort for the first time?

　　 If he is stronger and can drive away Voldemort sooner, will he be able to save him?

　　 David’s vision gradually blurred, and a tear slowly slipped from the corner of his eye...

　　 Tears!

　　 Tears!

　　 David was agitated, and he grabbed a glimmer of hope.

　　 "Fox!" David shouted up to the sky: "Fox, come on, I need you!"

　　His voice smashed away from the dense branches and leaves around him and continued to spread far away.

　　 "What happened?" On the edge of the horseman, Hagrid's puzzled voice suddenly turned, but no one returned to his question.

　　 Everyone is waiting for what David calls.

　　 "Is that a unicorn?!" Hagrid stood on tiptoe and saw the contents inside, yelling grumpily, "Who did this?!"

　　 The next second, a fiery red figure appeared on David's shoulder, along with Professor McGonagall and Hermione.

　　 Dumbledore still disappeared.

　　 "Fox tears, hurry, tears." David eagerly pointed to the unicorn's wound.

　　 Fox called out, flapped his wings lightly, and flew to the top of the unicorn's wound. A drop of crystal clear tears slid down from the corner of its eyes and fell into the wound.

　　 "It works, it works!" David said in surprise.

　　 The unicorn’s wound started to show signs of healing. Although it was slow, it still worked.

　　 The horseman who had been holding his breath all around couldn't help but cheered softly and clapped softly.

　　 Fox yelled happily, and a drop of tears kept slipping from the corner of his eye.

　　 The wound of the white unicorn healed faster and faster, and intermittent breathing sounded in its nose.

　　 Suddenly, Fox's figure trembled and fell down. David hurriedly reached out and caught it.

　　 "Can you still hold it, Fox?" David asked softly.

　　 Fox sounded a soft moan, it was lying on David's hand, a drop of tears continued to fall from the corner of its eye.

　　 After a few drops~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fox no longer has the strength to gather tears. For other animals or people, tears are just a pool of water.

　　 But for the Phoenix, the cohesive tears are the magic in its body.

　　 This is a super physically demanding task.

　　 And Fox is too old...

　　 "David, give me Fox!" Professor McGonagall said softly.

　　 David reached out and handed Fox to her.

　　 After the unicorn under him lost the treatment of the phoenix tears, the wound kept oozing blood, and the breathing that had just recovered a little disappeared.

　　 Suddenly, the unicorn's body trembled. It slowly opened its eyes and looked at David.

　　 Watching it try to lift its head, David hurriedly reached out to support it.

　　 When David got close to the unicorn, it strenuously stretched out its tongue and licked David's face, and a tear fell on David's arm.

　　 David was surprised and subconsciously let go of it, but it was too late, and a magical power passed from the unicorn's body into David's body.

　　 The white unicorn's eyes closed slowly, completely losing its breath.

　　 The horsemen surrounded by a circle were silent for a while, and suddenly they all knelt on one knee, put their right hand in front of the heart, and bowed their heads to express their respect to the unicorn, thanking it for healing them usually.

　　 David shook his hands and put the unicorn back on his chest, his chin lightly pressed against the unicorn's head.

　　 The little unicorn whimpered, and slowly put his head on David's head.

　　 David stared blankly at the blood-stained ground under the unicorn, and a single tear kept dripping on it and fused with the blood.

　　 In his mind, there are only two thoughts that fluctuate in turn at this time.

　　 I killed it?

　　 I will kill him!