Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts.

Chapter 87 Battle in the Forbidden Forest

Harry felt like his brain was a little slow to process what was happening.

After Daphne put away the crystal bottle and took a few steps forward, he realized what was happening and caught up with her, asking, "What are you doing?"

Daphne gave him a strange look. "This is unicorn blood, very precious, and you rarely see it. Now that we have the chance, of course we should collect some."

Perhaps fearing that Harry might blindly follow suit, she added, "Unicorn blood, if obtained through hunting, carries a terrible curse; whoever drinks it will commit a heinous crime and be cursed for eternity."

Harry suddenly realized: "Because you weren't the one who injured the unicorn, you can use this blood without being affected by the curse, right?"

Daphne paused for a moment, then shook her head.

"When a unicorn is injured, the curse has already seeped into its blood. In other words, the blood itself is cursed, and it has little to do with who hunted the unicorn."

"Then you..."

"There is a way to remove it, but the method is very complicated." Daphne stopped there, refusing to continue. Harry knew in his heart that it would probably involve a secret method passed down in the Greengrass family.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little envious: Daphne was about the same age as him, but she knew so much and had mastered a lot of profound magic, making her a completely different person from her peers.

Is this the essence of a pure-blood family? Harry instinctively attributed Daphne's success to her privileged background, but he quickly dismissed the thought, because other young wizards from pure-blood families weren't as outstanding as her. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were good examples, even his friend Ron, Neville Longbottom from Hufflepuff next door, were all from pure-blood families, yet they were no different from young wizards raised in Muggle families like himself, and perhaps even inferior. Take Crabbe and Goyle, for instance; it's hard to say whether their "pure" blood was related to trolls.

After briefly explaining to Harry the reason for collecting blood, the two continued walking together deeper into the Forbidden Forest.

Along the way, the bloodstains became denser, and Daphne's movements became more and more skillful, even managing to collect the blood into bottles while walking.

"What kind of spell is this? Professor Flitwick never taught it." Harry's eyes were practically overflowing with envy.

To be honest, he also wants to learn, but he doesn't know if Daphne is willing to teach him.

"This isn't a spell." Daphne didn't use any incantations; she simply channeled her magic to collect unicorn blood from various corners. This is the biggest difference between ancient and modern wizards. While ancient wizards also had the concept of spells, they focused more on the flow of magic when casting spells. Modern wizards, on the other hand, value the phrasing and gestures of spells.

As a wizard trained by Rhys, Daphne's spellcasting style is more like that of a magician from a thousand years ago.

"This is bad." She stopped in front of a bloodstain.

The bloodstain covered a very large area, indicating that the injured unicorn had lingered there for some time, which meant that it had reached its physical limit. Combined with the freshness of the blood, Daphne believed that they were close to finding it.

"Prepare to fire the green spark," Daphne instructed Harry, but secretly she gripped her wand tighter.

The wounded unicorn is close, so how far away can the monster that attacked it be?

After walking a dozen or so steps forward, an open space appeared before them.

Daphne didn't rush into the open space; instead, she stopped in the shade of the trees and raised her arm to block Harry.

The two saw a pure white creature lying on its side on the ground, its fur shimmering in the moonlight. It was the unicorn they were looking for, but it was already dead.

The dead unicorn, bathed in moonlight, formed a beautiful yet tragic picture. Its long legs remained in the position it had fallen into, its mane spread across the dark fallen leaves, and pearl-like drops of blood were scattered around it.

Suddenly, Daphne yanked Harry aside, narrowly avoiding a flying spell.

The inaccurate spell struck a nearby tree, shattering its trunk into pieces. A hooded figure emerged from the shadows of the opposite woods in a strange, almost crawling, walking motion.

"Fire Spark!" Daphne shouted, then cast an Illusion Charm on herself and activated her necklace, releasing the defensive magic stored within in front of Harry.

Her figure vanished swiftly, while Harry stood rooted to the spot, clutching his forehead, failing to unleash the spark as promised—a sharp pain had pierced his head the moment the hooded man appeared, his forehead scar seeming to burst into flames. The agony blurred his vision, forcing him to instinctively stagger backward.

Daphne didn't care about anything else. Under the cover of the Disillusionment Charm, she rose into the air and then launched a counterattack against the hooded monster.

A magical attack descended from the sky, but the hooded man swiftly cast an armor spell in front of him, deflecting it. At the same time, a black rope materialized from the tip of his wand, falling to the ground and transforming into black beads. These beads instantly turned into black spikes, shooting towards the source of the magical attack in the sky.

However, all the black spikes missed their mark, because Daphne changed direction after launching an attack. She landed lightly on the ground, her wand pointing at the hooded man.

As if it had seen through Daphne's illusion spell, the hooded man turned around the moment Daphne pointed her wand at him, conjuring a shield in mid-air with his wand. The earth beneath his feet churned like liquid, forming an earthen wall beneath the shield that provided support and defense.

The next second, the shield emitted a deafening roar, and an attack spell far more powerful than the previous one struck the shield, tearing it to shreds. At the same time, the earthen wall behind the shield was also severed by the spell.

The weakened spell pierced through two layers of protection, flying straight towards the hooded man, whose face was filled with astonishment. In its panic, it twisted its body, trying to dodge, but was still struck in the right arm by the spell. The spell instantly severed its arm, the severed arm falling to the ground, the wound at the end as smooth as a mirror.

As the attack spell shattered its defenses, the unicorn's blood scattered on the ground seemed to gain new life, shooting towards the hooded man like bullets—this was Daphne's true attack. The incredibly powerful attack spell was stored in Daphne's necklace; these dozen or so blood bullets were her real killing move.

Daphne's original plan was to use the attack magic in the necklace to attract the hooded man's attention, and then take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack with the unicorn's blood. However, the power of the attack magic that Rice left her exceeded her expectations, and the feint attack turned into the main attack.

The bullets made of blood struck the hooded man, splattering blood everywhere. Having been wounded repeatedly, it no longer wished to linger. With a loud bang, a thick cloud of black mist rose from the open space. When the mist dissipated, the hooded man had vanished without a trace, even his severed arm that had fallen to the ground had disappeared.

Here's the second update, goodnight everyone~

(End of this chapter)