In the Forbidden Forest, the centaur was still urging Harry to leave as soon as possible. He spoke of many things, including what drinking unicorn blood could do.
"Unicorn blood can prolong life, but the price is terrible. A life prolonged this way becomes a half-dead creature, an accursed life..."
The centaur stamped his hooves uneasily. For some reason, ever since just now, he had felt that something was wrong in the surrounding area, though he could not say exactly what.
The centaur believed this feeling was neither an illusion nor a coincidence, and his tone became more urgent.
"Unless you are only using it to delay death until you can drink something else—something that can completely restore your strength and vitality, something that grants immortality..."
"Mr. Harry Potter, do you know what is hidden in the school?"
"The Philosopher's Stone!" Harry blurted out. "Of course—the Elixir of Life! But I don't understand who..."
"Can you not think of someone who has waited in silence for so many years, yearning to rise again? Someone who clings tightly to life, waiting for the right moment?"
Harry's pupils constricted, as if an iron claw had seized his heart. A violent wind even began to whip through the forest, sweeping fallen leaves into the sky and making the branches creak...
"No, danger!"
Before Harry could even understand what was happening, a pair of strong arms snatched him away.
The centaur stood in front of him with bow drawn and arrow nocked, his gaze fixed on the dead unicorn not far ahead and Silvan, whose back was to them.
"What are you..." Harry poked his head out from behind him, then saw a sight that left him dumbfounded.
The dead unicorn was vanishing rapidly, like a clay sculpture soaked in water.
"What... what happened?"