Can You Save the Unicorn?

The group followed Aaron back to the open space in front of them, where a snow-white Unicorn lay all alone.

It had a gruesome wound on its neck, from which silver blood was constantly flowing.

"Is the Unicorn dead?" Harry asked, sounding somewhat distressed.

"I didn't have time to look at it earlier, and now I regret watching it."

"This is the first time I've seen a creature whose looks can rival my Abei's. It's a pity it's already dead." Aaron said, standing in front of the Unicorn, wanting to close its resentful eyes for it.

But when his hand touched the Unicorn's face, he felt it was somewhat wet.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed some glistening teardrops on the face of this sacred creature, probably because it had just endured immense pain!

Aaron sighed softly, closed its eyes, and unexpectedly detected an extremely faint breath coming from its nostrils.

"Wait, it seems to still be alive."

"What?" Hagrid was extremely excited and quickly went to the Unicorn to check its condition.

A moment later, the joy on his face vanished, replaced by an even darker cloud than before.

Good news, the Unicorn is still alive; bad news, it's just a final burst of energy before it dies.

For Hagrid, nothing could be worse than witnessing the death of a sacred Fantastic Beasts and being powerless to stop it.

"It's hopeless. This poor little guy probably won't live more than half a minute." Hagrid stood up sadly, his eyes even a little red. "I just lost Norbert, and now I'm going to lose a Unicorn."

My Merlin! Why did I have to encounter this kind of fate within a single day?

"Um... Hagrid, calm down. Norbert can be yours, but this Unicorn is..." Hermione stopped mid-sentence.

Because Hagrid was looking at her with red eyes, giving off a "I'll cry if you say another word" vibe.

"Bury it! Let it rest in peace," Ron suggested.

"What a foolish suggestion," Draco said dismissively. "Unicorn are valuable from head to toe, not just to Warlock, but to all other creatures."

Believe it or not, if we bury him here tonight, other Fantastic Beasts will come and eat his corpse tomorrow.

The Forbidden Forest is teeming with hungry dark creatures; the Werewolf, for one thing, certainly wouldn't pass up this feast.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Of course it's fire, is there even a need to ask?"

"No," Hagrid interrupted them. "This kind of burial is too crude and not suitable for a sacred Unicorn."

"You're making too many demands," Aaron said speechlessly. "Why not just bury it somewhere else? Why think so much?"

If you don't mind, I can try to find a beautiful grave for it.

Don't worry, just give me a small tip later, no need to feel embarrassed.

Hagrid paused for a moment, "This... this doesn't need to be, I have a better idea."

I can arrange for a few trustworthy friends to return the Unicorn's carcass to its pack, and its matriarch will take care of its descendants.

"It has a race?" Aaron asked, somewhat surprised.

"Of course, there are more than just two Unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, but their numbers are very small, and they are generally hard to find."

"Wait a minute, Fang!" Hagrid called his dog. "Go and get Ronan. You can find him, right?"

"Woof!" Fang and turned away from the open space.

"Hagrid, who is Ronan?" Harry asked curiously. "Are there other people in the Forbidden Forest?"

You'll find out soon enough.

Hagrid had just put on a mysterious air when the Fang sound rang out again.

The Neapolitan Mastiff returned in less than five seconds. If it weren't for the tall, imposing figure behind it, they would have thought it was Hagrid's prank.

"Who's there?" Hagrid picked up his crossbow and aimed it at the burly figure in the bushes. "Come out, I've got weapons with me!"

"Good evening, Hagrid." The figure appeared in front of the open space, and under the moonlight and lamplight, everyone could see its appearance clearly.

Its upper body is human, its lower body is horse, and it has a long tail trailing behind it.

"Ronan, I was just about to come find you."

"Perfect timing, I just arrived too." Ronan said, glancing at the crossbow pointed at him. "Are you going to shoot me with an arrow?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Hagrid put away his crossbow with a sullen expression. "I didn't know it was you either, and besides, the Forbidden Forest hasn't been very safe lately."

"Indeed!" Ronan looked up at the stars in the sky. "Tonight, the stars are shining brightly."

"I've heard that phrase countless times. You Centaurs always like to say it."

"The stars will shine brightly tonight."

"Ronan, I must tell you, we can't understand star revelations," Hagrid said angrily. "So what did you come here for?"

"For the Unicorn." Ronan glanced at the Unicorn lying on the ground, no longer breathing, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. "But now it seems I'm too late."

Hagrid sighed, "Let's not think about that now. I want to ask you to take this Unicorn carcass back to its clan."

"In the entire Forbidden Forest, only you Centaurs can find those few Unicorn."

"I will help. It's all about returning home." Ronan said, looking at Harry Potter, or rather, at the scar on Harry's forehead. "Are you Potter family boy?"

"You know me?" Harry was somewhat flattered.

He knew he was famous in the Warlock world, but he never expected that even Fantastic Beasts had heard of his name.

Ronan looked up at the stars again. "The celestial Prophecy tells me that you will be in danger, not now, but sometime in the future."

"Prophecy?

What does this mean? Can you explain it more clearly?

Ronan looked at Harry with his deep blue eyes, hesitated for a while before saying, "I cannot go against the will of Heaven, but I can give you some other insights, which are common knowledge to many."

Unicorn blood can prolong human life, even when you are on the verge of death.

However, slaughtering Unicorn is a grave crime, and the price to pay is extremely high.

To slaughter such pure lives to save your own, from the moment its blood touched your lips, you were half-dead, and your remaining life would be cursed.

"This is really interesting," Aaron said meaningfully. "We're incredibly lucky to have escaped with our lives tonight!"

"Not worrying about being cursed means either they've already been cursed even more severely—like having too many lice and not feeling the itch—or they're desperate fugitives, or desperate fugitives on the verge of death."

Harry's expression turned somewhat somber, Ronan hinted that he understood.

Who would risk such a huge danger to slaughter Unicorn at Hogwarts, risking being cursed in order to prolong their life?

A normal person wouldn't live like a walking corpse to prolong their life unless they had a chance to return to normal.

The thought that the school also possessed a Philosopher's Stone that could grant Unaging suddenly made everything clear to him.

"You mean Voldemort..." Harry paused suddenly, then, remembering there were so many people around, he quickly corrected himself. "You mean that person is still alive, and is in the school?"

"You know the answer, you just don't want to accept it, right?"

"This is insane."

"He's lost his humanity, be careful." Ronan said, then went to the Unicorn's corpse and prepared to carry it on his back.

Although this action was slightly difficult for the Centaurs, since it was carrying the corpse of a Unicorn, the corpse could easily slip off if it wasn't careful.

"It's up to you, Ronan."

Let's go!

Hagrid turned away, feeling uneasy, and the others prepared to leave with him, since Hagrid was the only one in the Forbidden Forest who could give them a sense of security.

Aaron had just stepped out with his left foot when he couldn't move his right foot.

Turning around, he saw his pet dog biting his trouser leg tightly, refusing to let go.

"What are you doing! Let go, we should go back."

Abei didn't let go, only revealing a pair of big, watery eyes, with one paw still pointing at the already dead Unicorn.

"What's wrong with you?" Aaron seemed to understand something, and shook his head with a smile. "Don't be silly, I have no relation to it, there's no need for me to save it."

"You can save it?" Ronan looked at Aaron in disbelief, then noticed Abei biting his trouser leg. His blue eyes widened instantly, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Such a sacred aura!"

Ronan looked up at the sky again, wanting to see Aaron and his pet Prophecy, but unexpectedly found that the Prophecy, which was usually very clear, had become somewhat blurry at this moment.

The full moon broke through the dark clouds, and the starlight appeared somewhat dim under the moonlight.

Such a situation is rare. It's either a matter of fate or some force is obscuring his Prophecy, but one thing he's certain of is, "Yes, you do have the ability to revive this Unicorn."