Harley wasn't surprised that the Unicorn Leader could communicate directly with wizards using magic that targeted the mind.
There were plenty of Fantastic Beasts that could speak like people. Compared to them, communicating directly through thought was, in a way, a little low-tech.
Fleur, standing beside her, was a little surprised, but she did an excellent job of keeping her expression in check.
"Hello, respected Unicorn Leader. I'm Harley Potter, a Champion from Hogwarts."
"I'm Fleur Delacour, a Champion from Beauxbatons."
The Unicorn Leader looked at Harley with interest, then nodded.
"You certainly are special. No wonder Albus wanted me to show you the object I'm keeping."
Harley raised her eyebrows, a little surprised.
Judging by the Merpeople's attitude toward her, they probably didn't know that Professor Dumbledore wanted her to admire one of their sacred treasures.
So Harley hadn't planned to tell them. She had simply intended to sneak into the Black Lake in the middle of the night and take a quiet look.
That was why she had spent so long underwater earlier. She needed to work out an effective escape route in a very short time.
Based on that, Harley had assumed she would also have to sneak into the Unicorns' and Centaurs' territories to secretly view the sacred objects they were guarding.
She hadn't expected Professor Dumbledore to have already told the Unicorn Leader the truth.
"May I ask what makes me special?" Harley's thoughts raced, but she politely picked up the conversation.
"I think you should know what makes you special. I don't care for the bloodthirsty darkness and cruelty about you, but I have no reason to pass judgment."
The Unicorn Leader's sky-blue eyes fixed on Harley. Its next words seemed meant for her alone.
"After all, you had an unhappy past. The danger