Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

There was despair in the unicorn's eyes.

Melvin, who was watching the battle, muttered quietly: "Iron Armor!"

Chapter 64 The Blessing of the Unicorn

The unicorn's eyes widened, its pupils fixed on the tip of the wand. The wand was extremely light and fast. The closer it got, the brighter the cold blue light became, and the sharp magic power stung its eyes.

The tip of the stick stabbed down fiercely.

This auspicious beast, symbolizing purity, smelled the scent of death...

"Squeak—squeak—"

A strong, sharp and piercing metallic sound cut through the silence of the night.

A transparent bubble appeared out of thin air, and a fleeting silvery light flashed, like some kind of metallic luster, or like the reflection of the bright moonlight, covering the surface of the unicorn's body. The tip of the dark wizard's staff for cutting flesh and bones hovered a few inches away from the carotid artery and could no longer penetrate deeper.

The magic power gathered at the tip of the staff shattered.

The cutting spell that could easily break through the fire dragon's scales and steel shield was blocked by the extraordinary magical power, and the floating spell cast on the unicorn was also quickly dissipating.

A feeling of despair enveloped Quirrell who was under siege. His figure froze for a moment, and a faint scarlet color appeared in his eyes hidden in the shadow of his hood. His whole body seemed to have thrown away some invisible and heavy burden, becoming light and agile.

The black cloak fluttered, and the figure instantly ducked and hid under the unicorn's belly, avoiding the stun spell coming from the side and rear, while manipulating the dissipating magic of the levitation spell to push the unicorn towards the centaur.

Three poisonous arrows hit the transparent bubble film, making crisp clanging sounds.

The centaurs were shocked and angry. Seeing the unicorn rushing towards them, they quickly swung their hooves to avoid it.

At the moment when the unicorn crashed into the centaur and created a gap, the mysterious wizard immediately jumped up to avoid the surging snow waves that were about to hit him, and cast simple and quick spells such as repelling spells and stunning spells at Professor McGonagall who was chasing him from behind.

Not expecting these elementary spells to work, the dark wizard cast a levitation spell on his cloak and dragged himself towards the gap created by the unicorn's body.

The black cloak fluttered, drifting away as lightly as snowflakes.

The centaurs and the half-blood giants watching the battle quickly drew their bows and shot arrows together in pursuit. The continuous shooting made their tigers' mouths hurt, but they were still unwilling to give up and emptied their quivers with gritted teeth.

But the dark wizard had already escaped from the encirclement, and these attacks could only chase his back and fall into the bushes and snow.

Melvin put away his wand, rubbed the little witch's head, and slowly walked towards the clearing. His eyes fell on a series of footprints left on the snow, his gaze far away.

First, he used Voldemort's magic in the Hog's Head Inn during the Christmas holidays, and then he completely handed his body over to Voldemort's control when facing the siege. The breath of death of the ghost flowed through his body with the magic. Unless he got the Philosopher's Stone and reshaped his body in the next two days, he had to find a suitable cemetery as soon as possible.

While the three centaurs were still angry that they couldn't completely stop the dark wizard, Hagrid had already staggered to the unicorn, held its head in his arms, and nervously checked its injuries.

The unicorn always only interacted with pure girls. It raised its front hoof and pushed twice, but failed to push the girl away. It could only allow the half-blood giant to check it, with a helpless look in its eyes.

"You twisted your hoof and strained your Achilles tendon. No wonder you didn't just run away..." Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll get you a splint when we get home. You'll be fine after two weeks of rest."

A red-haired head popped out from behind an oak tree not far away and shouted, "Something's happening here! Something's happening to Harry!"

Harry leaned against the tree trunk, hissing and breathing in the cold air, one hand tightly covering his head. His face was pale and bloodless, and he looked in pain.

"Harry!"

Hagrid immediately dropped the unicorn and rushed over, frantically checking the injury with tears in his eyes: "No dislocation, no fracture, no blood..."

"It's okay... I just have a little headache... I'm much better now." Harry took small sips of air and slowly recovered.

"Did he get hit by the Cruciatus Curse?" Neville muttered softly.

Daphne and Pansy beside them exclaimed. Hermione repeated the spell several times in her heart and memorized it. She had heard it several times tonight. She would go to the library to look up information when she got home.

Draco felt strange. If it were the old him, he would probably shout that he would report what happened tonight to his father, hold Dumbledore accountable for dereliction of duty, and let other students see the power of the Malfoy family.

But now I can’t come up with any ideas.

Professor McGonagall asked the students to gather together, and the centaurs named Firenze and Ronan also gathered around Harry. Only Bane stayed beside the unicorn. He bent his front hooves and half-knelt down to check the unicorn.

After lying there for a few minutes, the unicorn regained some strength and raised its hooves to move away from the smelly centaur.

Melvin looked at Harry, who was leaning against the oak tree with his hands covering his forehead. The assistant teacher that Dumbledore had painstakingly trained was already in place, and the savior's introductory class to the Dark Lord would begin in the next two days.

Amid the sound of horse hooves stepping on the snow, the unicorn slowly approached the young professor, stared at him for a long time with a timid look in its eyes, then slowly lowered its head, avoiding the horn on its forehead, and rubbed against his sleeve.

Bain, the centaur not far away, had a blank expression on his face. The unicorn being a symbol of purity and only willing to let innocent girls touch it were just words used by the elders to coax the foals in the tribe.

Melvin rubbed its head a few times and felt that something was wrong with the magic. The temperature in the forest on winter nights was extremely low, and the hands exposed outside should have felt the biting cold wind, but he did not feel any chill. Instead, a warm current flowed through the unicorn, faint but obvious.

It was a kind of magic that had never been seen before, different from the magic of wizards.

……

In a round cast iron pot, bacon and radish are stewing, and on the iron plate next to it is filled with hot rock cakes.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, in the yard of Hagrid's hut, a huge bonfire was burning. A group of teachers and students were sitting on wooden benches around the bonfire. The professors were talking about things, and the first-year students of Gryffindor were holding a bowl of hot soup in their hands, their ears perked up, their eyes shining.

They had earned the right to stay in Hagrid's Hut for midnight tea, and Harry even pretended to have a headache for it. Ron, Neville and Hermione stayed there to keep their friends company, unlike those idiots in Slytherin who were taken back to the castle by Professor McGonagall without any resistance.

The little wizards drank their soup in silence.

Hagrid and Fang were concentrating on munching on the rock biscuits.

"All night patrols of the centaurs have been dispatched to search for them. Minerva has already notified the Ministry of Magic, and Aurors will be joining the investigation tomorrow morning." Dumbledore also held up a bowl of hot bacon soup. "The unicorns will move deeper into the Forbidden Forest. Intelligent animals like the Acromantulas have expressed their willingness to help, so they won't be in danger again."

Melvin picked up the porcelain bowl and took a sip. The salty and fragrant carrot soup warmed his body. The principal rushed to the Forbidden Forest after receiving the news. In the entire school, only the principal could enter the camp of the centaur tribe to negotiate, not even the game keeper.

The negotiation between the two sides was very quick, taking less than ten minutes, so much so that Melvin suspected that Dumbledore had actually been there the whole time, just hiding and observing secretly, and perhaps there was also Professor Snape who was brewing potions and couldn't leave.

"Will the unicorns come back?"

Melvin is more concerned about this issue. The magic of unicorns is very strange, and he has not yet figured out the specific impact.

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded. "Unicorns are nostalgic creatures. This is the habitat they chose hundreds of years ago. Their migration is only temporary. They will return when the danger is over."

Harry thought for a moment and looked up. "Headmaster, can I ask when the danger will be over?"

"We won't keep them waiting too long."

"..."

Harry still had many questions to ask, but he didn't know where to start. After thinking for a long time, he buried his head again and let the heat rise and moisten his cheeks. His head still ached a little, but it didn't affect him from sorting out what happened tonight.

Before encountering the mysterious wizard, they heard some strange noises. At first he thought those noises were the sounds of the mysterious wizard chasing the unicorn, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized that when they arrived at the clearing, the mysterious black wizard had been confronting the unicorn for some time.

In the intervals between the pain in his scar, Harry vaguely saw the bushes beside him shaking. He didn't know whether it was an illusion caused by the headache or whether there was another wizard hiding in the bushes, a wizard who would lead the way for them.

Finally, it was the centaur who escorted them out of the Forbidden Forest. Firenze hinted that the desperado who hunted unicorns and sought the Philosopher's Stone was the murderer of his parents - Voldemort.

Nicolas Flamel on the Chocolate Frog card, the Philosopher's Stone in the room on the fourth floor corridor, Snape's attempt to murder him during the Quidditch match, the Mirror of Erised and the Invisibility Cloak...

Harry had a vague feeling that everything fit together, but there was some clue missing that connected them.

The broth in the iron pot was bubbling and steaming. Watching them sitting around the campfire, Hermione looked around. The layout and furnishings of Hagrid's hut were the same as before, but there were many things that shouldn't be there, such as the large books at the head of the bed, and the iron plate covering the fireplace.

Dragon Species of Britain and Ireland

Raising Dragons: From Hatching to Hell

"..."

It shouldn't be what she thought, right?

Hermione's lips pressed tightly together.

……

It was already 12 o'clock in the morning when we returned to the castle.

Melvin looked at the Professor of Fantastic Beasts from afar and saw that the light was still on in his office. After a moment's hesitation, he was worried that he would not be able to sleep at night, so he knocked on Professor Kettleburn's door.

Although I had taken the Care of Magical Creatures class as an elective during my student days, there were no unicorns on Mount Greylock. The superficial knowledge in the textbooks could only be used to pass the exams. If I wanted to understand more detailed content, I still had to seek help from professionals.

The professor of magical zoology was old and suffered from insomnia, but he still had a good temper and was not angry even when someone knocked on his door in the middle of the night. When he learned that Melvin needed information about unicorns, he enthusiastically recommended many books. After making a list of books, he was still not satisfied. He also took out his own notes and told Melvin to ask any questions he had at any time.

Melvin said he was very moved.

Back in the Muggle Studies professor's office, Melvin couldn't wait to look through Professor Kettleburn's notes. The first dozen pages had neat handwriting, while the middle dozen pages were rather sloppy, as if someone else had taken the notes, and then they gradually became neater.

Melvin thought about it before realizing that the first part was written when Professor Kettleburn still had his right hand. He lost his right hand in the middle of writing, so the handwriting with his left hand was crooked. He only got used to it later.

"..."

Melvin read on with some reverence.

Unicorns are believed to be pure creatures born from the vast white waves of the sea. The magic in their bodies is very special, full of pure vitality, but also contains a difficult curse.

Unicorn blood can prolong life but can also corrode the soul. Its hair is mainly used to make several beauty potions, and its tail hair is an excellent wand core. It is stable, powerful, absolutely loyal, and can resist many kinds of black magic.

The wand Ron inherited from his brother had a unicorn hair core, but unfortunately, that wand was only loyal to Charlie Weasley, ignored Ron, and often backfired.

In the Hogwarts Potions class, students use unicorn horn powder to make a universal antidote. The unicorn horn here is not a real horn, but the horn of a one-horned bison. It is just commonly called unicorn horn. It is sold in ordinary pharmacies and costs 21 Galleons per piece.

The real unicorn horn has unique magical powers that can suppress many kinds of black magic and has a restraining effect on various dark creatures such as Voldemort and Dementors.

In 1979, Newt Scamander was awarded the Order of Merlin, Second Class. The Wizengamot then introduced a new version of the Magical Creatures Act. The relevant laws prohibit any acts of harming, poaching, or privately breeding unicorns. Ordinary wizards respect the law and the curse and naturally will not provoke unicorns.

However, due to the continuous efforts of poaching wizards, no less than two hundred wizards are injured or disabled every year. The Department for the Control of Magical Creatures still classifies unicorns as 4X dangerous animals, the same level as howling banshees and mothra rats, and moderately dangerous.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Melvin finished reading all the notes. He did not feel tired or sleepy at all. He reached out and grasped the wand. He could feel the magic power flowing through his body. His bones and flesh were soaked in the warm current, and he felt refreshed.

Melvin could clearly sense this influence. The magic power bestowed by the unicorn was not very strong, but its characteristics were very distinct. This pure power continued to affect the rhythm of the original magic power, causing the body to quietly undergo some indescribable changes.

Kettleburn's notes contained no similar cases.

Melvin analyzed that this change not only involved the unicorn, but also the gift of the horned water snake. When the auspicious beast expressed gratitude to him, that emotion was also transformed into magic power, which was different from the magic power of a wizard.

As the first wizard to discover this phenomenon, Melvin named it "The Unicorn's Blessing."

"Wow..."

Melvin closed his notebook and began to study this trace of magic.

Magic is the product of the combined effects of the soul and body, and is differentiated by strength and characteristics. Strength is easy to understand. Except for a few special cases, generally speaking, adult wizards have stronger magic than underage wizards, senior Aurors have stronger magic than ordinary wizards, and dueling masters have stronger magic than ordinary Aurors... The growth rate and final strength are related to talent.

The characteristics of magic are affected by the wizard's past experiences and emotions. Magic with distinct characteristics makes the wizard more suitable for certain spells. For example, Voldemort's evil magic is particularly suitable for the Killing Curse, and Mr. Finnigan in Gryffindor is particularly suitable for explosive spells.

Melvin tried different types of magic, and considering the unicorn's symbol of purity, he focused on spells such as the Patronus Charm.

But he was wrong.

The magic power of unicorns corresponds to black magic!

Chapter 65 Rufus Scrimgeour