hogwarts rose

"Hello~"

When Triya approached, she could clearly feel the depression of the magical animals.

Although they are not of the same race as the unicorn, they are all neighbors living in the Forbidden Forest, so the death of the little unicorn is a big blow to them.

"Can I talk to you guys?"

Tria tried her best to appear a little more friendly, keeping a safe distance intimately.

The little animals looked at each other a few times, and finally it was a beetle that looked as big as a palm that answered Tria.

Although it is small, it seems to be the most prestigious among all the small animals present.

"What do you want to say?"

Its voice seemed particularly steady in Tria's head, but it was just a slight buzzing in Hagrid's ears.

Triya squatted down and looked at the beetle on the stone.

"Do you know who hurt the unicorn?"

She asked very directly. When she spoke, she unconsciously looked at the pile of leaves. Who would accept it?

In such a small pile lies an innocent and pure unicorn.

It took a while for the Beetle to answer Tria's question. During this period, its tentacles kept vibrating slightly. Tria guessed that it was using a special method to contact its own people.

Although I have the ability to understand the language of animals, I still can't hear this frequency beyond the limit of the human body.

"There was a man wrapped in a black robe."

While speaking, the Beetle's tentacles were still vibrating, continuing to receive messages.

"He used green magic to kill the child."

Triya was stunned, the green magic was too representative, the leader of the Unforgivable Curses, Avada Kedavra.

In the Forbidden Forest in front of Hogwarts' house, there are people using the Killing Curse!

The Beetle continued to talk, but the next news obviously made him a little confused.

"That man came from the castle."

"He drank the child's blood."

Mr. Beetle's younger brother is all over the Forbidden Forest, as long as it wants to, there is nothing it cannot know.

But it doesn't understand why that mysterious man did such a thing. If he wanted to survive, then he shouldn't drink the blood of the unicorn. The curse will definitely push him to destruction; if he wanted to die, then it's too stupid Isn't it.

Tria was even more shocked. It wasn't because the man drank the blood of the unicorn. On the contrary, she took it for granted.

Unlike animals, human beings are not so pure in awe of curses. It is normal for some people to want to linger in the world and would rather bear curses.

She was just surprised that such a dangerous person was actually lurking in Hogwarts?

Tria couldn't sit still, and after hastily thanking Mr. Beetle, she hurried to Donald and grabbed him by the hem of his clothes.

Donald is one of the few people in Hogwarts who doesn't wear a robe. He is used to wearing all kinds of suits and looks gentlemanly and handsome.

At this time, he had already put down his hand, and the trace of magic power disappeared without a trace.

"Someone hid in the castle, killed the unicorn with Avada Kedavra, and drank its blood."

Tria explained succinctly.

Donald seemed to have expected it a long time ago. He nodded flatly, with a slight disgust and impatience on his face.

He covered Triya's head with one hand, and snorted lightly:

"It's really an unpopular character."

Tria realized in a second that he was mocking the man who drank unicorn blood.

Yes, although lingering will be the choice of most people compared to a hundred and one, but there are still a small number of people who can break through their psychological defenses and drink unicorn blood.

The thought of such a person lurking in the school, maybe even someone she knew or was close to, made Tria feel uncomfortable.

Rubbing the goosebumps on her arms, Tria looked up at Donald and observed his expression:

"Do you know who that is?"

Donald nodded and set his sights on the quiet herd of unicorns.

"Voldemort, you know that."

"Dumbledore guesses he's back."

Tria was in a trance, remembering that not long after school started, Harry told her sadly: Voldemort killed his parents.

He remembered what he had seen in miscellaneous books, what Voldemort had done, and the people he had killed.

She held Donald's hand unconsciously, completely forgetting that this was also a generation of Dark Lord, but trying to draw strength from him, so as to ease her sense of horror of realizing that Voldemort was lurking beside her.

Donald's hand on her head exerted a little force, causing her to turn her head in the direction of the unicorn herd.

Then Tria was completely drawn to the sight.

Because the unicorn funeral was really beautiful, Tria saw every unicorn in the group standing silently beside the pile of leaves, each of them was so graceful, but whoever Can feel their sorrow.

The bodies of the unicorns gradually began to emit a faint silver light, and the light beams slowly flowed towards the pile of leaves as if they were being guided.

The light became brighter and brighter, but it was not dazzling at all. The silvery-white particles slowly floated up from the underside of the leaves, rotated, and then disappeared into the corner of the Forbidden Forest.

The tall pile of leaves gradually became shorter, Triya has never felt the passing of a life so intuitively.

Unicorns have the purest souls in the world, and everything about them will return to this world after death, building a new life with tiny particles.

"Let's go."

When Triya came back to her senses, the ceremony was over, a gust of wind blew away the leaves accumulated on the ground, the unicorn clan had already walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest, and the gathered small animals were all gone. Disappeared one after another.

Donald led Tria, who was heavy and shocked, and Hagrid, who had cried so much that he couldn't help himself, out of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid went to "Noble's Mountains", and he now continues a dragon's hug to comfort his wounded heart.

And Tria followed Donald to the principal's office.

"How about it."

During this period of time, Dumbledore began to grow a beard again, and now it is considered a small success.

He seemed to have regained some of his former wisdom and calmness, looked at the two of them gently, and poured a cup of hot tea for each of them intimately.

"He will go again."

Donald pushed away the sugar cube dish that Dumbledore secretly handed over, and took a sip of the black tea that had not been eroded by sugar.

"It's not a big threat, you can continue to let those little ghosts visit."

Tria didn't quite understand Donald's words, but she didn't want to figure it out either. The hot tea in her palm did bring her some strength.

She desperately wanted to go back to sleep.

She didn't dare to intervene in matters related to Voldemort, but...

After hesitating for a while, Tria still raised her head and asked:

"Will a second unicorn die?"

She really didn't want to watch today's funeral again, even if the scene was dreamlike.

Donald patted her reassuringly.

"will not."