Harry felt his mind go completely blank.
Everything happened so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
First, a figure in black robes bent down to drink the Unicorn Blood. Then, a man wearing a strange white mask appeared, riding a horse that was nothing but bones. He knocked the figure in black robes away and took away a fragment of the Unicorn.
What's going on?
Before he could catch his breath, the man in black robes swayed as he stood up and stiffly turned around.
Harry's heart stopped for a moment.
Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, he felt an instinctive fear.
It was as if he was born to be afraid.
Immediately following was a sharp, intense pain emanating from the scar on his forehead.
The pain came on so violently and so suddenly, it felt like someone had suddenly stuck a thousand needles into my skin.
Harry couldn't help but groan, his vision blurred, and he collapsed to his knees.
I don't know how much time passed.
"Are you alright?" A gentle voice sounded in my ear.
Harry snapped out of his daze and realized that the Centaur, while the man in black robes from before had vanished.
"Are you hurt?" The Centaur reached out and helped him up.
Harry shook his head, trying to steady his breathing and calm himself down.
"Who were those two people just now?" he asked, his gaze shifting back and forth between the Centaur and the open space not far away.
Firenze remained silent for a moment.
When he spoke again, his voice was incredibly heavy. "The one who drinks the Unicorn Blood is a soul utterly corrupted by darkness."
"And the other one?" Harry pressed, a faint phantom pain emanating from the scar on his forehead.
Firenze's gaze fell in the direction where Morris had disappeared, and he remained silent for a long time.
"The other one," the Centaur's voice held a rare hint of confusion, "We can't see the trajectory of that planet, and neither can Bane. He's too hasty. But one thing is certain: it's not our friend..."
Harry didn't understand some of it.
This answer is strange; it sounds like rambling nonsense.
Then, the Centaur told Harry his name was Firenze and gestured for Harry to ride on his back.
" Harry Potter, do you know what Unicorn Blood can be used for?"
at the same time.
Morris easily shook off the two Centaur following him and stopped in a clearing in the woods.
He made the Skeleton Unicorn put down the corpse, dismounted, and his heart was still pounding.
Snatching the Unicorn's carcass from Quirrell —thinking about it, that's incredibly exciting!
Morris couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
The lighthearted melody seemed somewhat out of place in the Forbidden Forest, but it perfectly expressed his feelings at that moment.
He crouched down and began to carefully examine the Unicorn's carcass.
Perhaps because it was Magical Creatures, the Shrinking Charm lost its effect after only a few minutes.
The body was in perfect condition; apart from a deep wound on its neck, it was almost undamaged, and even its horns had not been removed.
Morris guessed that its cause of death was an Avada Kedavra.
After all, judging from the notebooks they found earlier, Quirrell was studying Dark Magic.
Aside from that, Quirrell's only target should be the Unicorn Blood.
The reason is easy to guess.
Unicorn Blood possesses powerful vitality; a dying person can be kept alive by drinking just a few sips.
According to Quirrell's observation, he already had almost one foot in the coffin.
Of course, something this good must have side effects.
The one who kills Unicorn and drinks its blood will be cursed with an eternal curse, living in a miserable state of being half-dead.
Unicorn are truly delicate creatures.
Morris shook his head.
This is one of the reasons why he doesn't actively hunt Unicorn.
Who knows if I might get tainted by some inexplicable curse?
Unless absolutely necessary, Morris would not willingly harm such pure and beautiful creatures.
but...
He glanced at the Unicorn carcass on the ground.
Well, it's free, might as well take it.
Thanks to nature for its gifts.
Oh no, thank you for Quirrell's gift.
Morris immediately prepared to attempt Undead Creature Transformation Ritual to see if he could directly convert the Unicorn's corpse into a necromancy.
If it succeeds, that would be really interesting.
Without further ado, Morris used Transfiguration Spell to conjure a brush and a bowl, took water from the nearby lake and turned it into red paint, and began drawing a magic circle on the open ground.
Half an hour later.
The Undead Creature Transformation Magic Circle is ready, and the Unicorn's corpse has been placed in the center of the magic circle.
"The world of the living has not forgotten you, and the peaceful rest of death is not your final chapter."
The moment the incantation was cast, the magic circle was activated and glowed red.
However, what followed was completely different from the Undead Creature Transformation Ritual that Morris had performed before.
The magic circle suddenly flickered, like a red malfunction indicator light warning of an alarm.
Immediately afterwards, a soft silver light emanated from inside the Unicorn's corpse, outlining a hazy silhouette in the air—the very image it had taken in life.
It stood silently above its own corpse, raising its head, its eyes filled with grief and anger.
Morris saw the other party let out a silent hiss at him, and then immediately vanish into thin air.
At the same time, the entire magic circle gradually began to disintegrate.
Clearly, the conversion failed.
Seeing this, Morris sighed helplessly.
This result was not unexpected.
The current Undead Creature Transformation Magic Circle does not have the ability to forcibly enslave souls, and this Unicorn's soul clearly has no intention of submitting.
But it doesn't really matter.
He wasn't in a hurry.
The Unicorn is dead; its soul cannot linger for long.
Once the other person's soul has completely dissipated, he will be able to successfully perform the transformation ritual.
The only downside is that the Undead Unicorn that were transformed at that time would probably be like the first-tier Skeleton Dog and Skeleton Unicorn, lacking intelligence and only able to understand the simplest commands.
If possible, Morris would prefer undead creatures that can retain their souls.
Like Guantou and Yanhua.
So now the question is, what should he do with the Unicorn's carcass?
Morris for a moment, then cast a preservation spell specifically for corpses on it, and used Transfiguration to create a simple coffin.
He carefully placed the prepared corpse into the coffin, closed the lid, and then added several concealing spells to the surface of the coffin.
Finally, he dug a pit on the spot, threw the coffin directly into it, and carefully buried it.
Completed!
Morris dusted off his hands.
The preservation magic can last for a whole month, and he plans to come back and dig it out during his summer vacation.
It's time to go back.
After doing all this, Morris mounted the Skeleton Unicorn and quickly left the scene.