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Chapter 203: Mars Shines Brightly
Chapter 203: Mars Shines Brightly
In the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore stood silently amidst the ruins, his expressionless face, eerily calm.
"Dumbledore..." Snape approached and said, "The students have all returned to the castle, and no one is injured."
"You've done well, Severus," Dumbledore said.
"What exactly happened here!"
"Obviously, someone wanted to use the unicorn's blood to prolong their life..."
Dumbledore bent down and looked at the dying unicorn at his feet. "If Hagrid hadn't discovered them in time, it would have died."
"Yes, but now it's that big idiot who almost died." Snape scoffed disdainfully, "Is it worth it... for just one beast?"
"Everyone has their own principles, Severus, and these principles are difficult to measure by worth," Dumbledore said. "Just like how you once fought for Lily..."
"Dumbledore!" Snape roared angrily, "Don't mention that name again!"
Breathing heavily, after a long pause, he continued, "So, do you know who attacked Hagrid?"
"I believe so," Dumbledore replied.
Dumbledore took two steps forward and reached an area covered in black ashes. He bent down and touched the ground.
"The Fiery Curse... It's troublesome Dark Magic. If left unchecked, the entire Forbidden Forest might be destroyed."
He stood up and walked to the other side.
On the ground, two Centaurs lay motionless, surrounded by chaotic footprints.
"Avada Kedavra..." Dumbledore whispered, "The quiver is empty, so they probably weren't killed by the Killing Curse at first sight."
It seemed he was weak; the unicorn's blood could only prolong his life but couldn't restore his strength.
With each word Dumbledore spoke, Snape's expression grew more grim.
"You mentioned before... He doesn't dare to kill!"
"Daring and being able to are two different things," Dumbledore said calmly. "No matter how many Centaurs die, it won't affect Hogwarts, and the same goes for Hagrid.
Because he knows that parents and the school won't care about them. As long as the students don't die, Hogwarts won't be closed, and he still has a chance to obtain the Philosopher's Stone."
"That's just your guess," Snape said coldly.
"You're right," Dumbledore nodded. "None of us know his true intentions, which is why I decided to postpone the Quidditch match."
After a brief silence, Snape, hoping for a lucky break, suddenly asked, "Could it be that Oren has returned? He also knows how to use the Fiery Curse and the Killing Curse."
"As far as I know, he's currently hiding from the Aurors in the north and can't come back anytime soon.
And if it were him, Hagrid probably wouldn't have survived the Forbidden Forest."
The scene fell silent again until the sound of dull hoofbeats echoed from a distance.
"Can you watch over him for me? You know who he is..." Dumbledore whispered.
Snape didn't respond and left without a word.
The hoofbeats grew louder, and soon, a group of strong Centaurs holding bows and arrows appeared.
"Don't move!"
"Mr. Dumbledore?" The Centaur, upon recognizing the person before him, quickly ordered the others to put down their weapons.
He stepped forward and asked, "Why are you here, and what happened in this forest..."
"As you can see, Magri," Dumbledore said, "Someone tried to kill a unicorn, and Hagrid and two Centaurs were affected."
Only then did Magri notice the two dead Centaurs beside him.
Suddenly, the sound of trampling hooves filled the air.
Magri stepped forward, his voice choked with emotion, "Drugi... Lula... They were valiant warriors!"
"Ronan, Ferrenz, take them back to the tribe. I think they'd prefer to rest where irises bloom."
Two Centaurs emerged...
Magri turned to Dumbledore, his expression now calm.
"Dumbledore, the red planet is shining brightly these days... You must be prepared; this is just the beginning, and we are far from the end."
Dumbledore bowed slightly, "Thank you for the reminder, Magri."
"I just don't want to see more Centaurs dying."
"Good luck, Mr. Dumbledore, and... Mr. Scamander."
With that, he left with the other Centaurs.
Dumbledore didn't move; he slightly tilted his head, looking towards the direction of the Unicorn.
An aged figure appeared there at some point, gently stroking the Unicorn's wounded body with tender movements, its head lowered.
Additionally, a Phoenix perched on his shoulder.
"How is it?" Dumbledore asked.
"Not good. It lost a lot of blood, and there are multiple Dark Magic marks on its body, making it very weak." Newt lifted his head, "But fortunately, we found it in time, and there's no immediate danger to its life."
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"That's great news," Dumbledore said. "It blocked two deadly spells for Hagrid; if it had died, I wouldn't know how to face Hagrid."
"It won't," Newt said softly. He took out a potion and fed it to the Unicorn, then applied another potion to its wounds.
The initially terrified Unicorn became much calmer and gradually fell asleep under Newt's soothing.
Only then did Newt take out a box and carefully place it inside.
After leaving the Forbidden Forest, the two arrived at the Headmaster's Office.
"I'm sorry to have called you from so far away."
Dumbledore poured Newt a cup of black tea and said half-jokingly, "But I really don't feel at ease letting Professor Ketterborn take care of the Unicorn anymore; otherwise, Hogwarts might need to hire two more professors next year."
Newt also remembered the incident from last year when Professor Ketterborn was impaled by the Unicorn and smiled without saying anything.
The professor was indeed a bit rash at times.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing."
Dumbledore looked at the box next to Newt and asked thoughtfully, "Did you also give Kyle a box like this?"
"Pfft..."
Newt spurted out the black tea.
If Dumbledore is the strongest White Wizard, his reflexes are indeed fast; with a quick sidestep, he avoided the tea, not even a drop on his long white beard.
But Fox behind him wasn't so lucky.
The tea sprayed directly onto its body, not a drop wasted.
"Don't get excited; I was just asking."
Dumbledore blinked, "I've had this thought since Halloween, but none of the other professors have seen him carrying any boxes."
"Hmm... Maybe... He didn't bring..." Newt mumbled incoherently.
Fortunately, someone, or rather, a bird, came to his rescue.
After a brief moment of confusion, Fox shook off the wetness from its feathers and began angrily pecking at Dumbledore's beard.
"Hey, Fox, it was Newt who sprayed the tea..." Dumbledore explained, obviously not wanting to take the blame.
But Fox ignored him, focusing only on the water that Newt had sprayed.
It wasn't used to Dumbledore at all, and every peck plucked out a tuft of his silver-white beard.
Dumbledore frantically covered his beard, his voice filled with pain.
Seizing the opportunity, Newt picked up his box and quietly left the Headmaster's Office.
(End of Chapter)
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