[HP] Born Noble

Slytherin conduct nineteenth: ready to act decisively

"Why did we have such a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts class!" The usually mild-tempered Slytherin baby Harry finally broke out under the pressure of the exam and lost his temper in the lounge.Exams are one thing, and on the other hand, just like Draco planned, he was hoping to learn more things to deal with Voldemort in the future. As a result, that garlic head from beginning to end did not teach them anything useful for a whole year !And now, he actually heard that stammering purple-skinned garlic crying in an empty classroom!

"No - no - I can't do it again, please -" Harry described exactly what he accidentally overheard when passing by, and even imitated the submissive begging voice perfectly. After learning, Harry I found that everyone's faces became very strange, not angry, not contemptuous, nor disgusted...Anyway, it was just weird!

"I swear I still had tears in the corners of my eyes when I saw him come out!" Harry's little black cat stared round with green eyes and jumped angrily. Why aren't they angry? There is such a cowardly teacher on the stand!

Pansy coughed in embarrassment, and began to pamper him, "Okay, okay! Didn't we decide to ignore him completely at the beginning of the semester? Harry, come and tell me about this potion of magic." Precautions for making medicine..."

Harry's attention was easily drawn away by Queen Pansy, but he swears that during the interval of his explanation, he saw Blaise secretly poke Monty with a mean smile and asked in a low voice, "You Who would that be?"

What and who - it's so strange!

Draco is already an adult, so of course he felt like that at first!But then he received a note from Professor Snape brought to him by someone else. The time for the confinement notice has been set. He and Harry are in the Forbidden Forest at eleven o'clock tonight.Things were connected quickly, and Draco remembered the confinement in his previous life. He was young before, but now he can't fail to see that the time and place of this confinement are weird, especially, the body of the Dark Lord is still there beg...

What happened to him and Harry that time?

Thinking of the black mist-like Dark Lord, Draco's face was a little pale, but then he was a little ready to move. The weak Dark Lord survived on the blood of unicorns, and there was a dead unicorn... He will face a Can multiple opportunities change history...

Draco suddenly couldn't sit still, he had to prepare something in advance!

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A trip to the Forbidden Forest, their mission is to find the injured unicorn in the dark of night.And within a few steps into the woods, Hagrid suggested that they split up, he went to one place by himself, and Draco and Harry took Fang to another direction.

"Draco, didn't the teacher say that the Forbidden Forest is a restricted area and we are not allowed to come?"

"Harry, the Forbidden Forest is very dangerous, especially at night. Take your wand and be ready to use obstacles and flames at any time. If you encounter danger, run back as hard as you can, you know?"

"Ah."

Draco held up the fluorescent wand and walked quickly into the Forbidden Forest. The silvery unicorn blood marks on the ground were not hard to find. The spots seemed to be everywhere. There were so many, it meant that the unicorn must have been seriously injured. Heavy, he had to get to the unicorn before it died, Draco didn't know how to win the unicorn's forgiveness, but he knew he had to do something!

Harry also noticed the blood on the ground, and he seemed to have a more acute sense than Draco in this regard. In the end, it was Harry who was pulling Draco into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"Ah! Draco, look!" Harry stopped in his tracks suddenly, and saw a beautiful and miserable scene in front of him, a white and holy unicorn like moonlight, with its body curled up unnaturally, and the ground was full of shining lights. Silky silver light, "Is it dead?"

"Harry, stand there and watch!"

Draco ran over quickly, no, it's not dead yet, great!

The breathing is very weak. The unicorn is a fragile and beautiful creature with not tenacious vitality. I don't know if it can be saved after being injured like this.Draco picked up the wand and chanted the healing spell repeatedly. He didn't dare to use the black magic fast healing spell on the holy unicorn, which made the wound heal very slowly, which was almost impossible for the severely injured unicorn. It's just a drop in the bucket.

At the same time, Draco took out several bottles of nutritional supplements for ordinary magical creatures from his pocket with his other hand, opened the unicorn's mouth and poured it into it, not sure if it would work.If it still doesn't work, he plans to give it a blood tonic for wizards. There is no way, there is no blood tonic specially for holy unicorns in this world.

Not knowing which one finally worked, the unicorn slowly opened its golden eyes and looked at him weakly, sadly and desperately, looking at those eyes, Draco had no idea what else he could do. Well, suddenly, the unicorn started crying, big pearly white balls of tears streaming from his golden eyes, Draco panicked for a moment because he had never seen a unicorn in the literature Crying, according to records, only the phoenix is ​​the only magical creature that can really 'cry' and whose tears are useful.

But Draco seemed to be bent over by Felicia, he immediately summoned a crystal bottle and began to catch the unicorn's tears.One bottle after another, the three large bottles of pearly white transparent and crystal-clear tearballs the size of a fingernail were fully filled. The unicorn seemed to use all its last vitality to weep the last drop of tear until it completely lost its breath.

Draco flattened the head of the dead unicorn, holding the three bottles of unicorn tears in his heart with uncontrollable sadness, as if infected by the holiness of the unicorn.

"Draco, be careful!" Harry suddenly yelled warningly, and at the same time an obstacle was thrown heavily.

Suddenly returning to his senses, Draco immediately turned around, and suddenly found a black figure in a hood lying on his back beside the bushes at some point, crawling on the ground like a snake, heading towards Draco, no, towards death The unicorn came meandering, 'he' heard Harry's scream, suddenly stood up, and turned his face to Harry.

"Ah!" Harry held his head, and the wand dropped out of his hand in response, and he fell to the ground. The pain in his scar was so painful that he wanted to roll all over the floor. It seemed that someone had inserted a red-hot iron sword into his head, Thinking is almost blurred.

"Fire!" Draco mobilized almost all his strength, and an extremely powerful fireball sprayed towards the monster.

The black mist hissed and receded in the firelight, and Hagrid and the centaurs rushed over one after another after hearing their commotion. When they saw Hagrid's huge body, Draco sat down on the ground with all his strength. He had exhausted his strength just now, but maybe it was just the deep-seated fear of facing the Dark Lord. Harry was already a little delirious because of the pain from that scar.

They both spent the rest of the night in the medical wing.Draco handed over the three bottles of unicorn tears to Professor Snape who came in a hurry. Hermione once cursed immaturely and guessed that Draco mentioned it to the professor. Now he doesn't know what these tears can be used for. Never found a record, but the word 'pardon' vaguely made Draco think they were supposed to be of some use because of the unicorn's dying tears.

When Draco left the infirmary the next day, he got the best gift to celebrate leaving the hospital, something he had always dreamed of - the Holy Light Potion, a large bottle.The potion in the transparent crystal bottle emits a charming white light, like a full moon.Hold it in your hand, and you can even feel the stability and comfort of your mood. There has never been a potion that can do this, and neither can Felicia.

"A very perfect conjecture." Professor Snape's complexion was unhealthy sallow as always because of the potion, but this time, while giving Draco the reward he deserved, the professor always sternly said A rare smile appeared, "The unicorn's tears are mixed with blood, and the curse in the blood is completely forgiven. I think that in the next time, we need to study the function of unicorn tears. Draco, if If successful, you may become the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history."

"Thank you Godfather." Drako thanked him not for this honor, but for the professor's completely equal and respectful attitude, which meant that he would be allowed to participate in subsequent research topics in the future.

"Prepare for the exam well. It will be very disappointing if you don't get a full A or the first place in your grade." Professor Snape turned his face and looked serious again.

Draco took a deep breath, and then began to smirk Malfoy. His godfather was swearing at Lucius, that white-haired peacock, who passed on the bad habits of stupid nobles to the next generation. Turned around and left.Draco slowly put away his smile as he watched his godfather gradually move away from his back. No, he has more important things to do than getting a high score in the exam. I'm afraid this time, he will disappoint his godfather.

Spink potion completely reversed the theory. The theory he used to ridicule Nott's ignorance was not something that he could find out casually on the road. It was something he found after searching countless books in Malfoy's collection. Finally, he reversed the holy potion in his hand that directly acts on the soul.

The holy light potion is not used to kill people. Even if it has a powerful purification power, it cannot purify even an extremely evil soul to destruction. It is sacred, so it can only be used for the protection of light.But if the properties of something with such a powerful holy power are completely reversed, then it must be the scariest, most evil, and most powerful killer.

Likewise, Draco knew that he would have to pay a very, very high price to completely reverse something so holy, but he didn't care!

Draco closed his eyes as if seeing the scene in the mirror image of Eris, yes, for that day, he didn't care!

Still room on request.

Draco divided the potion into three equal parts, one for a talisman in the future, one for reversal, and one for backup, maybe, he'll need it later to save his life.

A huge reverse magic circle, which Draco drew for a long time;

A lengthy Elvish reversal spell that Draco memorized for a long time;

A caster, fully prepared;

A bottle of holy light potion took him several years of hard work.

Triggered by his own blood, supported by his pure magic power, and praised by the oldest and purest Nemowen, Draco closed his eyes, stood in the center of the magic circle, pointed at the holy light potion with a wand in his hand, and concentrated on began to chant...

For two full hours, the singing never stopped.

If someone is watching at this moment, they will find that the bottle of beautiful potion that looks like the moon began to change color as Draco continued to chant, just like the clear sky was gradually covered by dark clouds, obscured, darkened, and then changed It became the black ash before the storm, until the evil darkness completely descended, without a trace of light, and then gradually gave off a dark "gloss" in the pure black color.

The singing was coming to an end, and Draco was on the verge of falling. His face had completely turned ashen, his gray-blue eyes had also lost their brilliance, his voice had been dry and hoarse due to talking for a long time, and his lips had no blood at all. He almost emptied all the magic essence in his body, he was so weak that he seemed to fall down at any time, but the tight string in Draco's heart told him again that he had to finish reading, no matter what the cost.

It wasn't until the ceremony was completely over that Draco slowly opened his eyes, and then his body swayed suddenly. He couldn't help but staggered a step to maintain his balance, but he didn't hold his breath. With a puff, blood spurted out of his mouth.This mouthful of blood was like a flood channel that had been blown open, and his tense mental and physical strength was quickly lost in the blood vomit. He couldn't hold it anymore, and he knelt on the ground with a plop and collapsed.

Draco curled up on the floor and vomited blood. Every inch of his muscles and nerves felt as if they were being torn. It was not a physical pain. Draco knew that it was the Holy Light Demon. The punishment of the medicine on his soul, because he sinfully destroyed the sanctity and yet made such an evil and terrible thing.

Draco almost crawled, staggered and struggled to reach his medicine box, tremblingly touched the third of the Holy Light potion, drank it, the violent trembling began to stabilize, and the pain began Relieved, he lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep...

I don't know how long it took, Draco woke up slowly, and he couldn't see the window in the emergency room. He just felt his physical strength recover a bit, and then he regained his strength and got up again, and found blood from his medicine box potion, magic stabilizer, mental calmer...Draco has never been so grateful for his excellent potion skills. He knows the dosage of these potions and the correct order of taking them, otherwise there are so many kinds of potions. If the medicine is mixed, if you don't die, you will lose half your life.

Draco picked up the small bottle of soul potion on the ground that had completely changed from white to dark at this moment—the preparations were finally done, Draco leaned against the wall with all his strength and thought, now, it’s time to go to the actual fight Compete.