Chapter 410

The Forbidden Forest is full of dangers, and it is a place where shrewd wizards will never take risks easily. It is full of magical species, not only magical animals, but also dangerous magical plants. Prey, and even food, fell silently in this dark jungle full of wild atmosphere!
But human beings are the spirits of all things after all, and there are always more solutions than problems. Under the leadership of Prout, a dozen Aurors attacked the Forbidden Forest with arrogance, and finally saw the strange situation after going through many dangers.

The pure white unicorn fell on the muddy ground, but its body was infested with another bright color. The air seemed to be filled with a seductive sweet smell, which tempted those who smelled the smell to grow greed in their hearts and stared at it. The wound stained with bright red, licking the dry lips, wishing to pounce on it and suck it hard, I just want people to know that it will bring them great benefits!

suck! ~ Suck! ~
The salivating voice was interrupted by a sudden slap.

Snapped! ~
"You're looking for death! You want to drink the blood of unicorns, so you plan to change your job to become a vampire?!"

Prout switched his left hand to his right, and slapped the weak-minded Aurors physically awake one by one, and said angrily: "There is a curse in that thing, who forgot what happened to those stinky bats back then?! Turn back Re-practice Occlumency all over again!"

"Yes, sir!~"

The few Aurors rubbed their heads and answered with a weeping face, weakly.

With a cold snort, Prout climbed up a thick old tree, stood on the fork and looked down, and saw the traces of the tragic death of the unicorns all around. The pure snow-white hair was stained by the color of blood, and most of them It is no longer the original bright red, but has turned dark black as it cooled and solidified, and has even been occupied by rotting insects, repeating the disgusting and vivid scene of soil returning to soil!
"What did that crazy woman kill the unicorn? I heard that Voldemort drank the blood of the unicorn before his resurrection to restore his strength, but the effect of Dumbledore's magic circle has not been lifted. Voldemort can't even turn into a wandering soul. Collecting unicorns What is the use of horned beast blood?"

Prout, who is famous for his recklessness, frowned, and the doubts in his heart were solemn and difficult to explain. At this moment, the movement coming from not far away made him instantly calm down. He pulled out his wand and hid sideways in the shadow of the tree. At the same time, he faced The Aurors conducting inspections below waved their hands and conveyed the order with gestures.

Snapped! ~
Whoa! ——

The big tree, which was difficult for both of them to embrace, was suddenly cut into two sections, and the upper half fell down with a splash. At the same time, a huge black shadow suddenly flew out of it, and there was a dull bang, as if it had crashed into the tree. The falling thick tree trunk, the black shadow turned and whirled and fell in a parabola, hitting the ground with another muffled sound.

"Centaur?"

Seeing the huge black shadow falling there, Prout was slightly taken aback, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be a majestic adult centaur!
Centaurs possess intelligence not inferior to that of humans, as well as a physique that is even more human, and they also have a unique talent for magic, especially in astrology to guess the secrets of the sky, which is quite unique. Habits live in groups, even difficult.

The bleak silver light flickered, and Prout immediately stared his eyes, pointed at the wand clenched tightly in his hand, and stared at the black shadow that suddenly appeared on the broken branch of the ancient tree with cold eyes, ready to release an attack at any time.

Although the Aurors below were taken aback by the centaur, it was already a bloody corpse, almost severed by the horrific wounds, and their vitality was gone at this moment. Therefore, after a brief panic, the Aurors immediately raised their guard. Then search for traces of enemies you may encounter.

"stop!"

A majestic voice came, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Tatata! ~
Orderly footsteps stepped out from the shadows of the dark jungle, Scrimgeour raised his indifferent face slightly, and stared directly at Prout hidden behind the tree with sharp eyes like knives.

"minister!"

Seeing that it was Scrimgeour, the Aurors were slightly relieved, but they still lowered their guard after secretly confirming.

Prout then jumped down from the branch, saluted Scrimgeour, and then frowned and glanced at the blurry black shadow.

"Don't pay attention to him, I have seen the situation here, other than that, are you sure about the target?"

Scrimgeour's words made Prout temporarily calm down, a proud smile appeared on his rough face, and he waved to one of the Aurors, and immediately a young, tall and thin Auror came over.

"This is Baines Kurt. When I found the bodies of the unicorns, I sent the Auror team to investigate. Through the traces, Kurt's team encountered a mad woman—well, it was Bellatri Max Lestrange, Kurt was wounded in the hasty battle between the two sides, and Lestrange took the opportunity to escape with unicorn blood."

Patting the young Auror on the shoulder, Prout did not blame him, but admired him. After all, the reason why Kurt was injured was to save his companion.

"Did someone follow up?"

Scrimgeour glanced at Auror Cotter, nodded his head slightly, and then asked with bright eyes.

"Of course, it's the duo of Browns and Colo, who can be called tracking experts!"

Prout raised his chin, with a look of conviction on his face. He glanced into the distance unintentionally, and suddenly paused, staring in confusion and searching.

"He's gone?!"

"Who?"

Scrimgeour was slightly stunned, and turned to follow Prout's line of sight, only to see that the black shadow on the broken branch of the ancient tree that had been cut off by means of different magic had disappeared at this moment and disappeared.

Shocked in his heart, he immediately opened his mouth to issue an order, but at this moment, a clear and clear sentence entered his ears as if it was ringing in his ears.

"Advancing towards the low slope in the southwest direction, there is a steady wave of magic energy over there, suspected to be some magic circle."

The words are short, but straight to the point.

Secretly surprised by the means of long-distance sound transmission, Scrimgeour lowered his eyelids and pondered for a moment, then looked up at Prout.

"Which direction did the tracking team go?"

"North to south, according to the map provided by Hogwarts, there seems to be a river there."

"Southern?"

Hearing Prout's report, Scrimgeour frowned, not doubting what Van Gogh said through the voice transmission, after a thorough showdown, he felt that he had seen his purpose clearly, it was purely to eradicate Voldemort, and even planned to complete the last one himself hit, so he has no doubts about what he said.

What actually worried him was what Prout reported. If Bellatrix Lestrange was escaping in the north and south, then the two Aurors in charge of tracking would be in danger.

But if what Van Gogh said was suspected to be a place where a magic circle is arranged, it is where Harry Potter is, and Lestrange is not here at this moment, but it is also a good time to finish the battle!
(End of this chapter)

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