Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 87 The Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Unicorn

Robin, feeling guilty, rubbed his nose. "You have to be careful when you're in the forest. Hagrid said some dangerous bastard sneaked in and attacked a unicorn. Oh, by the way, since you live here, have you seen a wounded, bleeding unicorn these past couple of days?"

The original text mentions that centaurs are born with a powerful talent for observing celestial phenomena and divining omens, but unfortunately, their mouths are as tight as if they were glued shut with superglue.

Ronan sighed upon hearing this, then looked up at the night sky and said, "Look, Mars is beautiful and bright tonight."

Luo Bin also looked up and glanced at the night sky. Well, it was covered with dark clouds. Not to mention the stars, even the moon was obscured, leaving only a faint outline.

"Ronan, is that unicorn still alive?"

After gazing at the night sky for a long time, Ronan sighed and said, "Throughout the centuries, before major events occur, it is always the innocent and kind-hearted who suffer first."

Robin sighed as well, "So it has no chance of survival! Hey, by the way, Ronan, has anything unusual happened in the Forbidden Forest lately? Like some of the natives suddenly becoming irritable and bloodthirsty or something?"

This time, Ronan stopped staring at the night sky and instead stared into Robin's eyes. After a long while, it said softly, "Your eyes are very bright, as bright as Mars."

"Um, okay, one more question for you: when did the Malfoy family go bankrupt?"

"Lestrange," Malfoy gritted his teeth as his jaw returned to its normal position.

Ronan looked up at the night sky again. "It's very bright. Mars, hidden behind the clouds, is exceptionally bright."

Well, now I can finally understand the speechless state Hagrid was in when he talked to the centaur.

"Hey, you weirdo, Robin Lestrange, when are you going to die?" Malfoy retorted.

"Don't say unlucky words casually."

Ronan glanced at him sadly, then leaped over the bushes, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

"Hmph, when summer vacation comes, I'll ask my dad to buy a centaur to keep as a pet. If it refuses to tell me what it divined while observing the stars, hehe, I'll whip it."

"Ha! With your little body, someone could crush your breastbone with a single hoofbeat. Besides, you're overestimating your old man Lucius Malfoy's abilities. Toothpick, let's go!"

The father was furious, but he was timid and afraid of the dark. He saw a person and a dog a dozen meters away, who showed no sign of stopping to wait for him, so he quickly ran to catch up.

The two then continued along the trail of blood, traversing the dark, gloomy forest.

Every three or four hundred meters, Luo Bin would pause for a few seconds, turn his head and look around warily. For some reason, after leaving the open space, he felt an inexplicable sense of tension.

He trusted his intuition, but he couldn't figure out what it was telling him.

Is someone hiding in the dark, spying and tracking us?

Pass! My neck is sore from twisting it. I didn't see any other living creatures besides insects, spiders, and snowy owls.

Are Hermione and Harry in danger?

Pass, there were no green/red fireworks in the night sky, and besides, Hagrid's archery skills are still top-notch.

Is Malfoy deliberately causing trouble?

Pass. Someone who cries for their father at the slightest disturbance is unlikely to come up with any truly harmful schemes.

However, this question did not trouble Luo Bin for long.

Fifty minutes later, the trees on both sides of the path became extremely dense, and the two had to push the branches away as they walked.

Suddenly, the bloodstains on the ground changed from scattered clumps to dense patches. There were even scratches on the bark of a large tree, along with spurts of blood.

Luo Bin reached out and rubbed some blood from the tree root. It wasn't sticky, but slippery, warm, and had a faint fragrance.

The freshness of the blood indicates that not long ago, the wounded unicorn fled to this place and was ambushed again.

In other words, the unicorn and the braised egg are just ahead.

No wonder the deeper we went, the stronger the sense of tension became.

"Malfoy, the road ahead might not be safe. You should take Awful and turn back the way we came."

"Lesterrange, what are you up to now?"

Malfoy asked with a look of distrust.

"Come if you want, but let me make this clear beforehand: if you see anything horrifying, keep your mouth shut. If you make even the slightest sound, I'll take care of you before the monster even gets close."

"If you dare do that, my dad will never let you get away with it, hmph!"

The two walked along the bloodstains for another three or four hundred meters when suddenly an ancient oak tree with intertwined branches blocked the path. Through the gaps between the branches, they could see that there was a spacious open space ahead.

After pushing aside the branches and stepping into the open space, the scene that came into view was breathtaking.

Thirty meters away from the two of them, on the ground lay a sacred, noble, and shimmering unicorn.

The unicorn's slender, well-proportioned legs were bent unnaturally; its pearly white, silky mane lay diagonally on the black, decaying leaves; and its spiral horn, symbolizing holiness and purity, was covered with sawdust.

Yet it remains breathtakingly beautiful, like a brilliant star that, even when fallen into a mud pit, still shines brightly.

Robin: (╥╯^╰╥), Sigh, what a pity, such a beautiful creature, actually fell victim to the poisonous clutches of a braised egg. Wait, no, its white belly is moving, it...it's still alive. Uh, if you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. I was actually fooled by Ronan's sorrowful expression and regretful tone.

Just as Robin was about to go over to check on the unicorn's injuries, a rustling sound suddenly came from the opposite side, as if something was sliding along the bushes.

He quickly pulled Malfoy behind a bush nearby and peered through the gaps in the branches to observe the activity in the clearing.

Luo Bin saw a cloaked, hooded figure emerge from the shadows opposite. Like a wild beast driven by primal instincts, it scurried to its prey, then buried its head in the unicorn's neck, sucking up its silvery-white blood.

At this rate, the unicorn is doomed. No, we have to find a way to save it.

After thinking for a moment, Robin had an idea. As he looked down to find a suitable tool, he was surprised to find that there was nothing beside him.

Well, I wonder who would be better at escaping, Zhai Ge or Ya Ya.

Now that they've escaped, there's no need to hide anything from anyone when we're doing our business.

Luo Bin put on a silver mask shaped like butterfly wings, picked up a stone the size of a walnut, and threw it forcefully towards the braised eggs.

Boom!

The sound of the stone hitting the ground startled the hooded figure.

It raised its head, its bloodshot eyes scanning its surroundings warily and fiercely.

Snap~ Snap~

A few drops of silvery-white blood dripped from its hideous mouth onto the black cloak.

"Who?"

Robin, of course, wouldn't answer Lu Dan's question truthfully. He opened the contraption he'd taken from the twins, releasing puffs of thick fog, and then, mimicking Dumbledore's voice, boomed, "I knew it was you!"

The thick fog, so dense that you couldn't see your hand in front of your finger, obscured Voldemort's vision. He wanted to figure out if the person behind the fog was that old codger, so he quickly rushed into the fog.

(End of this chapter)