The Unicorn's Obsession
Newt looked up at the sky and saw only a pitch-black expanse, without a single star in sight.
He tentatively waved his wand, then his expression turned serious again.
"We still can't use spells, which means the magic that suppresses magical activity is still active," Newt said to Xiwen with a grave expression. "We don't know the principle behind this magic that suppresses magical activity. Is it because this dark wizard still has vital signs?"
"Or is there someone else performing this magic?!"
"Mr. Scamander, my sword is over there. Why don't we deal with that strange dark wizard first?" Xiwen coughed lightly and said weakly. "Given his crimes, killing someone like him shouldn't cause him any guilt, right?"
"Just call me Newt from now on, Xiwen." Newt nodded slowly and gave Xiwen a smile.
Xiwen smiled and nodded, watching Newt pick up his Alchemical Longsword, which had fallen into the black ashes, and walk toward the hideous-looking black wizard.
Newt approached the unconscious dark wizard, then silently glanced back at the charred animal carcasses scattered on the ground, his eyes gradually hardening.
He gripped the hilt somewhat stiffly, but his hand holding the sword was very steady, and he cleanly and decisively thrust the blade into the black wizard's heart!
In an instant, a chilling wind suddenly arose, stirring up a sky full of black embers.
A powerful repulsive force suddenly emanated from the dark wizard's heart, pushing Newt and his longsword dozens of feet away and knocking them to the ground.
Then, the dark wizard actually stood up, trembling!
As the dark wizard rose, countless creatures, nearly ten feet tall, clad in tattered black Cloak and resembling gray, decaying corpses, surged wildly from his body. Their appearance immediately brought indescribable negative emotions to Xiwen and Newt, as if their joy had been instantly ripped away.
"How could Dementor be inside his body?" Newt exclaimed in shock as he saw the corpse-like creatures.
At the same time, the dark wizard stood up completely from the ground and slowly opened his eyes.
A chilling red glint flashed in his eyes, like those of a blackened Beast!
"Who is interfering with my ritual?" The cold, obscure words came from the mouth that was half lip and half bone, but it was not quite the same as the black wizard's voice before.
The voice, though still somber and hoarse, now carried an even greater sense of gloom and terror, with gusts of evil breath emanating from that eerie mouth, as if from the chilling winds of hell.
"What exactly are you?!" Xiwen, succumbing to his weakness, forced himself to his feet and coldly demanded, "I don't believe there's a wizard in this world as bizarre as you!"
"Two lowly humans, are you the ones who disrupted my ritual?" The dark wizard seemed like a completely different person. He ignored Xiwen's question, speaking in a cold, emotionless tone, as if he didn't care about Xiwen and Newt at all.
Newt walked over, gripping Xiwen's Alchemical Longsword tightly, and stood beside Xiwen, coldly asking, "Is your so-called ritual simply to strip all life from this forest?"
"Humans, you have no right to ask questions," the dark wizard said emotionlessly. "Now you have two choices: First, sign a contract with me, become my servants for all eternity, and I will grant you immortality!"
"Ridiculous! I don't know what you're pretending to be, yet you dare to spout such nonsense about immortality?" Xiwen scoffed, mocking him disdainfully. "Or rather, is your so-called immortality just becoming one of those puppets?"
Newt didn't speak, but silently handed the longsword to Xiwen, coldly looking at the hideous black wizard who had become even more strange than before.
"It seems you're prepared to choose the second option." The black wizard's voice remained indifferent, devoid of emotion. "The second option is to become my nourishment, to be utterly reduced to ashes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless Dementor swirled in the sky and surged toward Xiwen and Newt, bringing with them intense cold and endless darkness, and instilling in them boundless despair.
Newt drew his wand and aimed it at the dense Dementor of Dementors in the sky, but he couldn't cast a single spell.
"The magic is still sealed, but I can't think of any way to deal with Dementor other than the Patronus Charm," Newt said to Xiwen with a grave expression.
"Hold on a little longer, Dumbledore should be here soon," Xiwen said dryly, forcing back the growing negative emotions rising within him.
Meanwhile, Ghost Xiwen had already contacted Dumbledore through Flamel's Phoenix Relief Book and immediately used a portal to bring him to the edge of the Albania Forest, a place shrouded in black.
From this vantage point, one would see a vast black curtain within the forest, like an inverted cauldron, shrouding a huge area inside. This area is now barren, withered trees and no vegetation, devoid of any life.
Outside the cauldron, Dumbledore was relentlessly striking the black curtain with powerful spells, gradually tearing it open with an ever-growing gap. The Ghost Xiwen was also hovering nearby, using magic to control the healing process of the curtain on both sides, so that Dumbledore quickly.
Although Dumbledore's progress is already quite fast, the Young Wizard Xiwen and Newt's current condition cannot afford any further delays.
The Dementor kept making gurgling sounds from its throat, as if it were chewing on the surrounding air or digesting the light and joy that Xiwen and his companion experienced.
Two of the Dementor approached Xiwen and Newt's faces respectively.
In a daze, Xiwen saw the Dementor's face with its empty eye sockets covered by a thin layer of skin covered with gray scabs.
Its mouth opened into a large, irregular hole, as if to suck away Xiwen's soul.
In that critical moment, a chilling sensation suddenly washed over Xiwen's dazed mind, causing him to shiver and regain his senses. He quickly distanced himself from the Dementor.
At this moment, the wand with the Unicorn Horn Nerve core in Xiwen's left hand automatically emitted a pure white light, and a beautiful Unicorn phantom slowly took shape in front of Xiwen.
She radiated a holy light, dispelling the endless cold and darkness around them, bringing a rare warmth to Xiwen and Newt in this eerie place.
"Why can you use magic here?" The black wizard's eyes, which shone with a chilling red light, finally showed a flicker of emotion as he asked in a hoarse voice.
Xiwen ignored his thoughts and just stared blankly at the beautiful white Unicorn.
He could sense that the Unicorn was not merely an ethereal shadow, but possessed its own emotions—including a deep love for her cub Xilisi, hatred for the dark wizard who had destroyed her family, and gratitude for Xiwen bringing her here for revenge.
With her last lingering thought, she transformed into a powerful Patronus, blocking the rampaging invasion of numerous Dementor and bringing warmth and hope to Newt and Hope, who were trapped in Extremis!