Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 487: Another failure

Hagrid and Fangya have always been regulars in the Forbidden Forest. They are very familiar with the forest in front of them. They walked for about ten minutes and found the place where the blood of the unicorn was found.

"It has solidified."

Albert picked up a twig, poked the clotted blood on the ground, and said to Hagrid, "It shouldn't be here. What we need to look for should be fresh blood."

Hagrid was a little confused and didn't understand what this meant, but nodded anyway, he was right to bring Albert here.

"Hagrid, is this far from the nest of the eight-eyed giant spiders?" Albert asked out of caution.

After all, he does have a grudge against those eight-eyed giant spiders, and he is not the lucky one of Potter, so he should be careful, so as not to be attacked inexplicably.

"Relax, you are safe with me here." Hagrid assured, patting his chest, "Also, giant spiders rarely come out to hunt during the day."

"Hagrid, you seem to believe that those big spiders won't hurt you?" Albert said to Hagrid, looking at Fang who was sniffing everywhere.

"I believe in Aragog," said Hagrid.

"Aragog, did you keep that eight-eyed giant spider?" Albert suddenly asked, "How old is it?"

"How old are you?" Hagrid stopped, looked at Albert, who was examining the blood, and replied, "About fifty years old!"

"How long can an eight-eyed spider live?" Albert asked again.

"This... I'm not quite sure." Hagrid shook his head. Although he had raised eight-eyed giant spiders, his knowledge of them was very limited.

"Fifty years later, the lifespan of the eight-eyed giant spider should be reaching its limit." Albert stopped, looked around, and found that the two of them had lost blood.

It's really hard to find during the day.

"Perhaps, you should wait to come over at night, it will be easier that way." Albert muttered.

"You think Aragog is dying?" Hearing Albert's words, Hagrid lost his mind on looking for the unicorn.

"Fifty years is a very long lifespan for a spider." Albert looked at the lost Hagrid, raised his foot and kicked the other's leather boots as a reminder: "However, don't worry. , Aragog should have a few more years to live."

"You don't understand that feeling, hatching from an egg and slowly pulling it up." Hagrid said in a loss, Albert's words made him aware of Arago K is really old.

"Hagrid, I know you like those dangerous creatures very much, but I still have to remind you again that this is the forbidden forest, you should cheer up." Albert reminded.

"I know this is the Forbidden Forest. I've been here countless times when I was a hunting ground guard. To be honest, there are no dangerous creatures outside the Forbidden Forest at all." Hagrid seemed to vent his innermost feelings. Dissatisfied, he said to himself, "Don't talk about werewolves, there are not even forest trolls. The principal forbids students to enter the forbidden forest, in fact, he is more worried that they will get lost in the forbidden forest."

"Are you sure?" Albert's mouth twitched slightly, raising his wand and pointing in a certain direction, he could feel something there.

"That's Thestral." Hagrid hurriedly stopped Albert from using magic, "There are a bunch of Thestrals in the Forbidden Forest. They are responsible for pulling the carriages that the students take to the school. You should know the Thestral. What is it?"

"Well, the Thestrals that only those who have seen death can see." Albert lowered his wand, but didn't completely let his guard down.

"Yes, that's it, Thestrals just have a bad reputation." Hagrid asked with a smile, "Would you like to try riding it?"

"Can I?"

"Of course!"

Hagrid gives Albert a taste of what it's like to ride a Thestral.

The back of the night rider is soft and smooth, and it doesn't feel uncomfortable to sit on, and they are gentler than expected.

"What do they eat?"

"Blood and raw meat." Hagrid scratched his head, not understanding what Albert asked for.

"Perhaps, we can really get them to help find the unicorn. I don't think there should be many injured animals in the forest!" After getting off the Thestrals, Albert offered his point of view to Hagrid.

"This... The Thestral is very smart, but I don't know if this method will work or not." Hagrid thought about it, and still felt that this method could be tried.

The Thestral is not human after all, and cannot communicate well. Even if Hagrid tried hard, he still failed.

Albert was not surprised, it was also what he expected, he let Hagrid try it only with the idea of ​​trying and not losing.

The two had to continue their search for the unicorn.

"I heard that after a unicorn dies, the blood becomes a kind of poison, is that true?" Albert asked a question

"I don't know." Hagrid shook his head. He really didn't know: "Few wizards would brutally kill such a pure life."

"That's because the benefits are not big enough. If a unicorn is worth a thousand Galleons or more, believe it or not, unicorns will soon become endangered animals." Albert couldn't help laughing at himself : "Don't forget, there are quite a few dragon livers, dragon blood, dragon skins, dragon meat, and dragon claws on the market... These transactions are all legal."

"Maybe, you're right."

Hagrid thinks Albert's words are very reasonable. There are really no unicorn internal organs on the market, but more unicorn tail hair and horns, and the price is very expensive.

The horn of a unicorn is cut off and can grow back.

Otherwise, for every unicorn's horn, a unicorn would have to be killed, and these creatures would have long since gone extinct.

After wandering in the Forbidden Forest for about an hour, the two of them and the dog still found nothing. Fang Ya had lost its initial vitality and was panting with his tongue drooping.

During this time, Albert also tried many methods, but to no avail. Maybe the unicorn wasn't dead, or maybe the unicorn's fur directly resisted the call of the Flying Spell.

Many magical beings with powerful magical powers can do this.

"I really don't know how big-hearted Dumbledore was to let Potter come into the Forbidden Forest to look for unicorns." Albert murmured in his heart, and continued to follow Hagrid along the bloodstains he found. .

They have begun to penetrate deep into the Forbidden Forest.

"It's getting close, the blood hasn't completely solidified yet!" Hagrid rubbed the blood on the tip of his rub, as if he wanted to put it in his mouth and taste it, but as if he thought of something, he gave up.

As it goes deeper and deeper into the forest, the trees become extremely dense, and the animal scriptures can't go through, but the bloodstains around it become more and more obvious.

In the end, they did find it, and a unicorn fell in a pool of silver blood.

"It's dead, and it should have been a while." Albert sighed softly as he looked at the poignant unicorn in front of him.

Hagrid stepped forward and looked at the wound on the unicorn's body. It wasn't a scratch or bite, but something pierced through the abdomen.

"It's supposed to be magic~IndoMTL.com~ Maybe you're right, there are dark wizards hunting unicorns." Hagrid's face was ugly.

"Should there be anyone else around?" Albert explained, "I mean, did the dark wizard get his way?"

"Probably not, I didn't find any traces left by other people around." Hagrid shook his head.

"What are you going to do now?" Albert asked again: "Buried directly? Or let Dumbledore come over to check and find out what black magic killed this unicorn."

"Buy it!" said Hagrid, clenching his fist.

"That, Hagrid?"

"What's the matter?"

Hagrid asked suspiciously when he saw the pit Albert used magic to create.

"Can I take the horn?" Albert pointed to the horn on the unicorn's head.

Most unicorn horns on the market are processed, like dragon claws, and are basically ground into powder and sold in bottles.

"What do you want this for?"

"The unicorn's horn has a strong detoxification effect, and this kind of complete unicorn is basically not available on the market." Albert casually found a reason, he couldn't say it was his own Mission Rewards!

"Okay, take it if you want!" Hagrid didn't refuse.

After all, the unicorn is dead.

"Thank you."

Albert used a cutting spell to carefully cut off the unicorn's horn and put it in his shapeshifting lizard skin pouch.

"It should be me thanking you."

After burying the unicorn, the two set off on their return journey.

The speed of going back was much faster than when he came. Hagrid went back to the hut first, packed up the crossbow and arrows, and went to the headmaster's room alone to report the matter to Dumbledore.