Chapter 87 Battle in the Forbidden Forest

Harry felt that his brain was a little overwhelmed.

After Daphne put away the crystal bottle and took a few steps forward, he realized what he was doing. He chased after Daphne and asked, "What are you doing?"

Daphne gave him a strange look, "This is unicorn blood. It's very precious and you can't see it normally. Now that you have the chance, of course you have to collect some."

Perhaps she was afraid that Harry would follow suit blindly, so she added: "If the blood of a unicorn is obtained through hunting, it will be accompanied by a terrible curse, and those who drink it will commit heinous crimes and live forever." Haunted by a curse"

Harry suddenly realized: "Because you were not the one who injured the unicorn, so you can use the blood without being affected by the curse, right?"

Daphne was silent for a moment and shook her head.

"When the unicorn is injured, the curse has already penetrated into the blood. In other words, the bottle of blood itself contains the curse, and it has little to do with who hunted the unicorn."

"That person..."

"There is a way to remove it, but the method is very complicated." At this point, Daphne refused to say any more. Harry knew in his heart that he would probably need to use the secret method passed down by the Greengrass family.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel envious: Daphne was obviously about the same age as him, but she knew a lot of things and mastered many advanced magics. She was already completely beyond her peers.

Is this the heritage of a pure-blood family? Harry instinctively attributed Daphne's success to her favorable family background, but he quickly pushed this idea out of his mind because other little wizards from pure-blood families were not as good as her. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle are all good examples. Even his good friend Ron and Neville Longbottom from Hufflepuff College next door are all from pure-blood families, but they are Muggles like him. The little wizards who grew up in the family are no different, or even inferior to him. Take Crabbe and Goyle as examples. It is difficult to say whether the "pure" blood of these two people is related to the troll.

After briefly explaining the reason for collecting blood to Harry, the two continued walking deeper into the Forbidden Forest together.

Along the way, the blood stains became denser and denser, and Daphne's movements became more and more skillful, and she could even collect the blood into the bottle while walking.

"What kind of spell is this? Professor Flitwick has never taught it." The look of envy in Harry's eyes almost overflowed.

To be honest, he also wants to learn, but he doesn't know if Daphne is willing to teach him.

"This is not a spell." Daphne did not use a spell, but simply used magic to collect the unicorn's blood from all corners. This is the biggest difference between ancient wizards and modern wizards. Although ancient wizards also had the concept of spells, they paid more attention to the flow of magic power when casting spells. Modern wizards value the fragments and gestures of spells.

As a wizard brought out by Les, Daphne's spell-casting mode is more like the magician from a thousand years ago.

"It's not good." She stopped in front of a blood stain.

The area covered by this blood stain was very large. It was obvious that the injured unicorn had stayed here for a while, which showed that its physical strength had reached its limit. Combined with the freshness of the blood, Daphne believed that they were close to finding it.

"Prepare to fire green sparks." Daphne told Harry, but secretly she tightened her wand.

The injured unicorn is very close, but will the monster attacking the unicorn be far away?

After walking a dozen steps further, a clearing appeared in front of them.

Daphne did not rush into the clearing, but stood in the shadow of the trees and raised her arms to stop Harry.

The two saw a white thing lying on its side on the ground, its hair shining in the moonlight. It was the unicorn they were looking for, but it was already dead.

The dead unicorn formed a beautiful and miserable painting under the moonlight. The unicorn's slender legs maintained the posture when it fell. Its mane was spread on the dark leaves, and pearls were scattered around it. The same blood beads.

Suddenly, Daphne pulled Harry to the side, narrowly avoiding a flying curse.

The misplaced spell hit a nearby tree, blowing the trunk to pieces. A hooded figure walked out of the shadows of the woods opposite with a strange gesture that seemed to be crawling but not crawling, not walking but not walking.

"Fire sparks!" Daphne shouted, then cast a disillusionment spell on herself, and at the same time activated the necklace to release the defensive magic stored in it in front of Harry.

Her figure disappeared quickly, while Harry stood there, covering his forehead, and did not release the sparks as promised - when the hooded man appeared, a sharp pain penetrated his head, The scar on his forehead seemed to suddenly be on fire. The severe pain made his vision blurred, and he could only stumble back subconsciously.

Daphne couldn't care less. She rose into the air under the cover of the Disillusionment Spell, and then launched a counterattack against the hooded monster.

An attack magic fell from the sky, and the hooded man quickly cast an armor spell in front of himself and bounced it away. At the same time, the tip of its wand transformed into a black rope. The rope fell to the ground and turned into black beads. The beads instantly turned into black spikes, attacking the source of magic in the sky. Shoot away.

However, all these black thorns were in vain, because Daphne changed direction after launching an attack. She landed lightly on the ground, with her wand pointed at the hooded man.

The hooded figure seemed to have seen through her disillusionment spell. As soon as Daphne pointed the wand at it, it turned around and used the wand to create a shield in mid-air. The soil under its feet also surged like liquid, and on the shield An earthen wall was formed underneath to serve as support and defense.

The next second, the shield made an earth-shattering noise, and a far more powerful attack spell hit the shield, tearing it into pieces. At the same time, even the earth wall behind the shield was cut off by the spell.

The powerful spell penetrated the two layers of protection and flew straight towards the hooded man who had a look of astonishment on his face. In a panic, it twisted its body and tried its best to dodge, but was still hit by the curse on its right arm. The curse instantly cut off its arm, and the severed arm fell to the ground. The wound on the severed arm was as smooth as a mirror.

While the attack spell broke through the defense it laid, the blood scattered on the ground by the unicorn seemed to be given a new life, hitting the hooded man like projectiles - this was Daphne's attack. The astonishingly powerful attack spell just now was the spell stored in Daphne's necklace. These dozen blood bullets were her real killing move.

Daphne's original plan was to use the offensive magic in the necklace to attract the hooded man's attention, and then take the opportunity to sneak attack with the unicorn's blood. As a result, the power of the offensive magic that Rice left for her exceeded her expectation, and the feint turned out to be... Main attack.

The bullet made of blood hit the hooded man, splashing a few blood flowers. Having been traumatized many times, it no longer wanted to be entangled here. With an explosion, a dense black mist appeared in the clearing. The mist dissipated, and the hooded man had disappeared, including the severed arm that fell to the ground. All gone.

The second update is here, good night everyone~