Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 69 Deception
Time travel back to a few weeks ago.

Linde went to the library after coming out of the Occlumency class.

In the class just now, Snape taught him the theoretical knowledge of the "Memory Separation Curse".

When he came to the library, Linde looked around, took a copy of "The Origin of Unicorns and Myths and Legends", found a corner and looked, and the candles floating in the air automatically flew to him and started business.

Open the catalog and find the content he needs about the living habits and racial characteristics of unicorns.

"Unicorns have obvious gender discrimination. In Mesopotamian legends: using virgins can lure unicorns into being fooled and be captured, which also symbolizes that unicorns are sacred and pure creatures.

And the reality is the same. After long-term observation, unicorns are more inclined to communicate with children, especially girls...

...Unicorns can read people's hearts, and they especially hate people with impure thoughts. We don't know whether this is because of the nature of unicorns or because they are hunted and killed by wizards because they have a variety of powerful magic materials!

Linde's fingers slid along the lines of writing, his eyes were meticulous,
"...the unicorn's ability to break hearts comes at a price.

The price of a keen sense of the mind is a unicorn's insensitivity to the body..."

"At the same time, their bodies reject most of the commonly used potions, whether they have positive effects or negative effects, they will only destroy their bodies.

In the sixteenth century, the king of the century, magic zoologist and traveler Ferdinand Magellan made a conjecture about this characteristic of unicorns in his book "Those Fantastic Creatures Around the World" published after traveling around the world
Because unicorns naturally reject potions made from killing other creatures and corpses..."

Linde slid here, resting his head with one hand and rubbing his temples.

"It's kind of interesting, that is to say, if I want to save the unicorn, I can't use most of the potions, but should use more 'natural' things like herbs..."

Thinking, he continued to slide down
"But it's not that drugs that don't kill or plunder other creatures have an effect on unicorns...

The body of unicorns is extremely repulsive to fecal stones, and the current mainstream argument is that fecal stones come from a marinated place like the stomach of a sheep, and unicorns are pure creatures that naturally repel each other..."

Linde closed the book, and suddenly an excellent plan popped up in his mind, although it was a bit risky.

Since unicorns cannot be fooled.

Then fool yourself!
Linde closed the book, trying his best to suppress the joy in his heart.

Every night and every morning he would face the night sky and the bathroom mirror and swear over and over again: I will do my best to save that unicorn.

At the same time, he spends almost all of his time practicing only one spell: memory separation.

Finally, a week before the night of the Forbidden Forest, Linde successfully cast the spell for the first time.

On the day Harry received the punishment letter, Linde ran back to the dormitory early and took out a new small cloth bag, which contained different kinds of potions: blood tonic, bruise ointment, etc., and most importantly — bezoar.

Linde divided all the medicines into two parts, one of which was placed in the pouch that Professor Flitwick gave him, and it also contained various props.

The other copy continued to be handed over to Andersen in the small cloth bag.The medicines here are prepared for yourself.But I will forget its existence in the future.

As for Professor Flitwick's bag, he will carry it with him and use it on the unicorn.

Unicorns are insensitive to their own flesh...rejecting these common drugs...

I really want to save you from death.

Then he began to separate out some of his memories.Among them are all the memories that I want to be unfavorable to the unicorn.

As he forgot these memories, he wanted to save the unicorn from the bottom of his heart.

At night, Linde stood in the dormitory, on the window sill, and Andersen stood opposite him with a serious face.

As a younger brother, it is very clear about its mission, which is to obey the boss.

Linde put the wand on his temples, his temples were more sunken than before, this was all due to his habit of rubbing his temples, but it was okay, it made his edges and corners more distinct .

Just like Snape's actions that day, Linde slowly chanted a spell, and pulled out something like a silver-white fog from his head.

He counted the memory segments in his mind, pulled out the memory implicated in his wand, and put it into a small glass bottle.

The memory here is information about the unicorn's body repelling potions and extremely repelling bezoars.

As all kinds of memories were pulled out, Linde no longer had the idea of ​​killing unicorns in his mind, nor did he have any relevant knowledge about unicorns.

Only the countless memories of myself vowing day and night to save the unicorn.

There is only the memory of repeatedly arranging in the Forbidden Forest in order to save the unicorn.

——I really poisoned you for your own good.

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As Linde reloaded the memory in the vial back into his mind, he took out the medicine from the cloth bag with a strange expression and applied it to his injured leg.

Since I can't fool a unicorn, I will fool myself.

Linde recalled his desire to become an ocean singer, and then looked at the unicorn lying in his arms with fiery eyes.

Just like people want to eat meat, Linde has no shame in cheating and killing such a holy and simple creature.

Anyway, the winner is me.

Some things are treated like nothing, just like this.

Some things are not hesitating to sacrifice their lives, such as the only family members left in this world.

There is never a completely absolute value, and the value of a thing depends entirely on the individual.

If you think it's worth it, it's worth it.

If you don't think it's worth it, then it's worthless.

Very simple violent individualism.

It took a lot of time to reload the memory, Linde hastily cast a spell on the corpse.

"Shenfeng Wuying——"

Linde directly pressed the wand against the unicorn's neck, and blood and flesh splattered instantly.

The invisible blade sliced ​​open the unicorn's weak tendons and windpipe.

"Silence and silence—" His magic power is not much, and he tried his best to limit the scope of the magic spell to its neck, but some uncontrollable spread enveloped Linde's own half body and the unicorn's body. head.

There is also less magic.

But he didn't have time to care so much, and Quirrell's side certainly wouldn't attract their attention for too long.

Linde took out a bone-chopping knife from his pocket, and followed the cracked flesh and chopped it on its bones one by one.

There should have been a violent clanging sound when the blade struck its bone, but under the influence of the spell, no sound came out.

It's just that its corpse will twitch from time to time as the blade falls, and those bodies that are not within the range of the spell will make rustling sounds as they rub against fallen leaves and stones on the ground.

　There are some troubles in this life recently, and everyone has also seen the change of my update time.

　　Well, but that's not what I'm talking about.What I want to say is:
　　Families live in Bengbu today, who will be missing grandchildren at midnight tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)