Harry Potter Fantastic Beasts Illustrated Book

Chapter 94 I Killed It?

David leaned against the big tree behind him, panting heavily. He had just poured all his magic power into the invisible beast to ensure that it would succeed in one blow.

Now he couldn't even move a step.

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

"You failed too, didn't you?" David said weakly, "You have been fighting me for so long as an adult, tsk, you can't really be Voldemort, are you? The one killed by Harry?"

Reason told David that he should now compromise and admit defeat to Voldemort.

But he doesn't want to do it, and he's betting
"Damn you!" Voldemort was instantly dazzled by anger, and he lost any defense and raised his wand high.

That's it, Professor!
This is already the best opportunity!
You can't be here yet, can you?
David complained in his heart.

Voldemort's hand fell instantly: "Adawa ate a big melon!"

A green light gradually enlarged in David's pupil.

Pit father ah!This is!

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

But after leaning on it for too long, his feet suddenly became uncontrollable, which made him unable to walk immediately.

Seeing that the green light was about to approach, a strong figure suddenly appeared beside David and dragged him away.

The big tree he was leaning against was shattered by the Killing Curse.

It cannot be said that David's seduction was useless.

When Voldemort was attacking David with all his heart, a bow and arrow pierced out from a cold corner and stuck in Voldemort's arm.

Voldemort glanced around angrily, then shot a spell everywhere, and left quickly.

"Are you all right, David?" came a rough voice in my ear.

David looked up. He had black hair, a pitch-black body, and four hooves. It was Bane, the one who killed the acromantula with him last time.

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

"Okay." Bane nodded, holding David around his waist with his strong arms.

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

But this was Bane, proud, wild Bane, and he would die to allow this to happen.

After a few ups and downs of David's around Bane's waist, Bane put him down.

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

Occasionally there are a few bubbles, that is the unicorn breathing.

But it was almost dying, and the range of body twitching was almost non-existent.

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

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

David kept pouring on the unicorn's wound as if he didn't want the 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 until then
"I will definitely cure you!" David said in a deep voice, he kept searching in the bag, trying to find any medicine that could cure the unicorn.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded around again, and the circle of horsemen stepped aside.

A silver figure rushed in, it was the little unicorn, and behind it were three minks, one white and two gray, all of them were stained with bright red blood.

It should be that when Voldemort captured the unicorns, the white unicorns made them hide.

Looking at the figure of the silver unicorn, David suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Healing technique, the milky white light that your mother used earlier, do you know it?" David said eagerly, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

There were tears in the corners of the little unicorn's eyes, it screamed all over, its front feet slightly bent, and its whole body worked hard together.

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

A trace of anticipation rose in David's heart.

But this hope was soon shattered, the little unicorn has no horns yet, it can only condense this power, but cannot guide it out.

The little unicorn let out a wail, stomped its front feet on the ground vigorously, lowered its head and desperately pushed in the direction of the white unicorn, trying to guide the healing magic power out of its body.

Too bad its efforts were in vain.

Looking at the breathless white unicorn, David felt regret.

If he was stronger, wouldn't he be able to kill Voldemort the first time?
If he was stronger, if he was able to drive off Voldemort a little faster just now, wouldn't he be able to save it?

David's vision gradually blurred, and a tear condensed and slowly fell from the corner of his eye
tears!

tears!

David's whole body trembled, and he grasped another glimmer of hope.

"Fox!" David shouted, "Fox, come on, I need you!"

His voice smashed through the surrounding dense branches and leaves, and continued to spread into the distance.

"What happened?" Hagrid's puzzled voice suddenly came from the edge of the centaur, but no one answered his question.

Everyone is waiting for what David summons.

"That's a unicorn?!" Hagrid tiptoed to see what was inside, and shouted angrily, "Who did this?!"

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

Dumbledore is still missing.

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

Fox let out a cry, flapped his wings lightly, and flew over the unicorn's wound. A crystal clear teardrop slipped from the corner of its eye and fell into the wound.

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

The unicorn's wound began to heal, although it was slow, but it still worked.

The horse people around who had been holding their breath couldn't help cheering and applauding lightly.

Fox let out a cry of joy, and tears kept falling from the corners of its eyes.

The white unicorn's wound healed faster and faster, and intermittent breathing sounded between its snorts.

Suddenly, Fox's body trembled and fell, and David hurriedly reached out to catch it.

"Can you hold on, Fox?" David asked softly.

Fox let out a soft groan. It lay on David's hand, and tears continued to fall from the corners of its eyes.

After a few drops, Fox no longer had the strength to muster tears, which to other animals or people are puddles of water.

But for the phoenix, the condensed tears are the magic power in it.

This is a super exhausting job.

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 healing of the phoenix's tears, the wound continued to ooze blood, and the sound of breathing that had just recovered disappeared.

Suddenly, the unicorn's body shook, and it slowly opened its eyes, looking at David.

Seeing it trying to tilt its head up, David quickly reached out to support it.

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

David was startled suddenly, 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 eyelids closed slowly, completely losing its breath.

The centaur surrounded in a circle were silent for a while, and suddenly they all knelt on one knee, put their right hands in front of their hearts, bowed their heads to express their respect to the unicorn, and thanked it for healing them.

David shook the unicorn back to his chest, his chin gently resting on the unicorn's head.

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

David stared blankly at the blood-stained ground under the unicorn, with tears dripping down and merging with the blood.

There are only two thoughts in his mind at this moment.

I killed it?

I will kill him!

(End of this chapter)