Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

Yaya was a coward and huddled behind. It was impossible to expect it to open the way. Malfoy didn't say anything, and the forest was extremely quiet.

Neville was walking in the front alone. The big trees around him were constantly compressing his space. He couldn't help but feel a little frightened, so he held up a lamp to shine it back and forth.

Suddenly, something climbed onto his shoulder, and then a wolf howl sounded in his ears.

"Ah -" Neville screamed, throwing away the lantern and taking out his wand. At the same time, he took out the baseball he had been holding tightly with his left hand and smashed it hard towards the back.

"Ow!"

Malfoy's screams came from behind, and Neville immediately understood that this was just a prank on his part. He turned around and asked fiercely:

"What's wrong with you? It's better now. We're going to get scolded!"

When he was scared just now, he fired red sparks directly into the sky.

"Who knew you were so timid?" Malfoy choked back.

But this semester, Neville would pick fights with him whenever he had trouble. Like a madman, he didn't dare to say anything too extreme.

"What did you hit me with?" Malfoy said, picking up the baseball thrown by Neville.

"Give it back to me!" Neville stretched out his hand.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be ashamed or grateful. Although Malfoy was annoying, it would still be very troublesome if he was really hurt in school.

"Oh——" Malfoy returned the baseball to Neville.

At this time, there was really a rustling sound in the woods. The two looked at each other, back to back, ready to face the enemy.

A huge creature burst out of the woods.

"On my side!" Malfoy yelled.

Hearing this, Neville quickly turned around and pointed forward with his wand.

"Hey! Hey!" The behemoth appeared from the darkness, "Don't be nervous, it's me, Hagrid. What happened to you here?"

Next, Neville briefly described to him what happened here.

As he listened, Hagrid's eyebrows gradually wrinkled.

"Idiot!" he yelled, "You two have made such a big fuss, how can we catch that thing?"

"Come here first, I have to separate you two!"

After saying that, Hagrid took the two of them to meet Harry.

After the meeting, Hagrid explained the situation to Harry and Hermione, and then put Harry and Malfoy into a group.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to Harry, "But it's not that easy for him to scare you. Let's get it over with as soon as possible."

"It's okay, leave it to me." Harry said.

In this way, Harry, Fang and Malfoy followed the blood trail to the inside of the Forbidden Forest.

About half an hour later, they had penetrated deep into the center of the dense forest. The trees had become extremely lush, the path became increasingly difficult to walk, and the blood stains on the ground became increasingly dense.

There was a lot of blood splattered on the roots of an ancient tree. It seemed that an animal had been writhing and struggling in pain nearby. Through the tangled branches of the ancient tree, Harry saw an open space in front of him.

A white object shone in the clearing. The two approached slowly, and Harry tightened his grip on the baseball in his pocket.

That white thing was the unicorn. It was dead. Its long legs still maintained the same position as when it fell. Its mane was spread on the dark leaves, as white as pearls.

The two took a step closer, and suddenly, a sliding sound forced them to stop.

Harry looked around and spotted the source of the sound - a bush shaking at the edge of the clearing.

‘Is it the wind? 'he thinks.

But what happened next shattered his illusions.

A hooded figure flashed out of the shadows. The figure crawled towards the unicorn like a wild beast, pointed at the wound on the side of the body, and began to drink its blood.

"Ah——!" Malfoy let out a terrible scream and ran away. Fang also ran away with his life.

The scream alerted the figure, who stood up and rushed towards Harry quickly.

Harry's first reaction was to run, but a sharp pain penetrated Harry's head, and his scar seemed to be on fire, forcing him to stagger back.

‘It’s over. ’ Harry couldn’t help but feel pessimistic in his heart.

And just when he was about to face his fate, a burst of courage broke through his pessimism and prompted him to calm down.

"I still have this!" He yelled and threw the lantern, took out the baseball, unplugged the safety, pressed the top cover hard, and after hearing a crisp 'click' sound, he threw it out with all his strength.

The baseball hit the figure accurately and began to fall downwards.

At the same time, the figure began to retreat quickly as if it had received some danger signal.

The baseball continued to fall, stopped for a moment when it was about to hit the ground, and then exploded suddenly.

With the baseball as the center, a blazing white ball of light lit up all around.

"boom--!"

The heat wave that followed blew Harry away, causing him to slide on the ground and only stopped when he hit an ancient tree.

"Cough! Cough-cough-"

Harry pulled out his head from the soil, used his little finger to dig out the soil from the ear holes, and then patted his ears hard - there was a slight tinnitus.

Suddenly, a silver body appeared in front of him. He raised his head and saw a centaur.

When he first came in, he saw two crazy centaurs, but the one in front of him was obviously different from them. This one was younger, with long platinum hair, and the same eye color as Stone's, like a light sapphire.

"..." The centaur opened his mouth.

"What?" Harry yelled, pointing to his ears with a confused expression, "I can't hear you!"

Hearing this, the centaur patted Harry on the shoulder. A soft white light enveloped Harry's head.

The tinnitus disappeared. "Thank you," Harry said.

"You're welcome, what did you throw out just now?"

"Oh, a cool thing a friend gave me."

"Well -" the centaur nodded, "I wanted to save you just now, but it would be best if you could solve it yourself."

"That means, did you see it?" Harry asked with lingering fear, "What was that just now? Is he dead?"

"I don't think so."

The centaur bent his front legs, lowered his body, and said:

"You'd better get back to Hagrid now. Can you ride a horse? It'll be faster."

"Okay." Harry climbed onto Firenze's back, "My name is Harry Potter..."

"I know."

"Can we go there and have a look?" Harry asked.

Since it was a test, he had to take a look at the scene. He was blown away so far that he couldn't see clearly from here.

"it is good."