Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

It's unicorn blood!

Clark, who was familiar with the original work, quickly reacted, and Hagrid, who leaned forward, also made the same judgment.

"Well, this should be unicorn blood, a cute little guy must have been injured," Hagrid raised his head and looked towards the other road, sporadic silver-white flashes left a winding path on the ground. mark.

Without Clark's extra persuasion, the kind-hearted Hagrid took the initiative to suggest: "There must be something bad that got into the woods and hurt the unicorn. I think we have to get ahead of that villain, hurry up!" Find the poor unicorn and help him out of his misery."

"Of course, this road should lead to the center of the Forbidden Forest, where it is even more dangerous. If you are afraid, I can send you and Noble to the settlement of the centaur first, and let them take care of you. I am alone. People go and see."

Clark looked at Hagrid's figure, as well as the bow and arrow on his back, secretly evaluating in his heart.

A half-giant with a professional level of at least ten can be regarded as a perfect tank, fighter, and shooter. In addition, although the professional level is only three levels, it is a little wizard who can be used as a spellcaster.

Although there is still a lack of a thief who can deal with various traps, and a priest who can improve the state and heal injuries.

But this kind of two-person adventure team should, maybe, probably be able to escape unscathed when dealing with an adult wizard whose professional level does not exceed level 17, who is in a negative state, and is haunted by undead.

At this time, Ya Ya let out a very appropriate cry, and the little dragon Noble, who was locked in the long wooden box, was also scratching the wooden board uneasily, making a "clicking" sound.

Oh, by the way, and adding a hound and a pseudo-dragon as magic pets, their chances of winning have increased a little bit.

Clark felt that this matter was going smoothly according to his plan, so he nodded, "No, I'll go with you. Don't forget, I can kill giant monsters alone, so I can help you a little .”

Hagrid was not polite. The two of them, a dog and a dragon, changed their direction very decisively like this, and walked towards the path leading to the center of the Forbidden Forest, which was shining with drops of silver light.

As it got deeper and deeper into the forest, the surrounding trees became denser, and this path that no one had walked for a long time was almost completely occupied by tree roots and vines, making it difficult to walk.

Hagrid could only rely on his huge body to force his way out. That aggressive and menacing look reminded Clark of mad rhinos and wild elephants.

He could see that Hagrid was already very anxious.

"Slow down, Hagrid, pay attention to the marks on the ground, and don't go in the wrong direction." Clark followed Hagrid along the road opened by Hagrid, and at the same time reminded him, in case the violent movement was preceded by the enemy Find.

Clark's persuasion was still very effective, at least Hagrid really slowed down.

However, years of wandering in the Forbidden Forest also endowed him with superb tracking and investigation abilities. This seemingly clumsy big man is actually an experienced and meticulous hunting master.

Just looking at some drag marks on the ground, some broken branches and leaves, what should have happened before this naturally emerged in his mind.

So even if the speed has slowed down, their pursuit is not slow.

The surrounding blue and silver bloodstains became more and more dense, and even a large piece of blood was sprinkled on the roots of a tree. It seemed that the poor animal writhed in pain here, and then struggled to escape.

"Hagrid, tell me, what could have hurt the unicorn?" Clark quickened his pace while guiding him with questions.

"I don't know, but I think it must be a very evil and cruel guy," Hagrid said very cautiously: "The unicorn itself is a very powerful magical animal.

Few animals in the Forbidden Forest can harm them. And only those wounds caused by evil black magic can prevent them from healing quickly. "

"Yeah, the murderer should need unicorn blood," Clark recalled what he read from the book.

"We are usually used to using the unicorn's mane and horn to prepare potions and refine magic items, but few people know that the blood of unicorns actually has some kind of magical effect.

As darlings of the forest and the moon, their blood serves two purposes. "

"One is to add the blood donated voluntarily by unicorns when refining magic potions, which can double the efficacy of the potion, and if the potion has some side effects, it can completely remove these side effects and make it play its role. best results.

Of course, there is powerful magic in the blood donated by unicorns, and they will also fall into a long-term weak state after donating blood. "

"And the second method of use..." Clark's voice became much lower, bringing a heavy sense of oppression, "it's very cruel."

"This method is only secretly circulated among dark wizards, that is, when a person is in a state of exhaustion, he only needs to swallow the souls of unicorns together with their blood, and they will be able to make them come back again." Three more years of life. No more, no less, exactly three years!"

"Enough," Hagrid interrupted him, "I don't know where you got this news, but I hope you can forget it, Clark, it's not something a little wizard your age should know .”

As he spoke, he was afraid that Clark would not listen, so he reconsidered his language and persuaded:

"You have to know that killing a unicorn is an extremely cruel thing. These beautiful lives were once blessed by Artemis. Although those gods have disappeared in the long river of history now, her Blessings still run in the blood of unicorns.

Only those who have nothing and refuse to give up and leave will commit such a heinous crime. Everyone who kills and drinks the blood of a unicorn will pay a heavy price for this, and their souls will no longer be have the right to tranquility. "

Speaking of this, Hagrid shuddered, as if it was an extremely terrible thing, but Clark was unmoved. He had already guessed this kind of result, after all, gods have the ability to control and guide souls. right.

But he still followed Hagrid's words: "Of course, killing a pure life in order to save one's own life, such a cruel act, must be cursed."

"But once a wizard is ready to do such a thing, then he must be a desperado."

Hagrid nodded with a solemn expression, and his footsteps eased by three points again.