Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

That night, near midnight, Hermione followed DeWitt with a dull face as she walked in the corridor of the castle and quietly slipped out of the castle.

The coldest period has passed, but the temperature has not risen significantly, especially at night - it really makes people not want to go out, whether it is the bed or the fire, unless there is a special reason.

"What kind of creature do you think a unicorn is?" The reason DeWitt pulled Hermione out this time was because of the unicorn.

No little girl can resist the temptation of a unicorn, especially at Hermione's age, who has not yet understood the nature of the relationship between people, and still has a yearning for sweet love in her heart, and she still has expectations for the romantic plot in the story. , although the front foot only warned DeWitt.

"Beautiful, kind, and powerful?" Hermione wasn't sure what DeWitt wanted to express. She could only tell what she knew: "The hair of a unicorn can be used as the core of a wand. This kind of animal can only be used in close proximity to others." A pure girl..." Hermione blushed a little shyly when she said this, but DeWitt's next words made her feel angry.

"Are you still pure?" DeWitt asked directly. He didn't care at all about the little girl's emotions.

"You...you...what did you say?" Hermione's tongue was tied up in shock, and she even forgot to get angry: "I...what's your question? Oh my god...how can you ask a girl this?" What kind of words? You..."

"This is related to the unicorn." DeWitt explained seriously. He really didn't think about anything else. He was thinking about the unicorn - the unicorn that was almost killed by Voldemort.The reason is that when I was helping Hagrid in the past few days, I often saw the silhouette of a unicorn at night, flashing through the gaps in the bushes. It seemed that it was trying to guide DeWitt somewhere, but it never wanted to make direct contact. DeWitt.Judging from the habits of unicorns, it is estimated that a pure girl is required for a unicorn to appear - he explained this to Hermione.

"You rescued a unicorn?" Hermione was dubious: "How?"

"It drove away the things that wanted to harm it," DeWitt did not elaborate: "If it is really as noble as described in the book, then it should mean to repay me - but I am not a pure girl."

"So...you want to gain benefits?" Hermione felt that DeWitt's behavior sounded a bit utilitarian, but if you think about it carefully, it was actually okay.

DeWitt also felt that Hermione's statement was not very convincing, but he also thought about it and found that there was nothing wrong with this statement. He nodded directly and said: "Don't you want to see the return of the unicorn? It's really not possible. It’s not a loss for a few hairs.”

In fact, there was still a question to ask that had not been answered just now. DeWitt moved his lips but wisely did not say it.

"Just go!" Hermione glared at him in shame.

You can see Hagrid's hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The lights have been turned off, the windows are dark, and thunderous snoring can be heard from inside, bringing a touch of humanity to the silent atmosphere at this moment.Even when Hagrid was asleep, he was performing his duties in another way.

After a short detour, we took a small path and entered the Forbidden Forest.The unicorn has been wandering around nearby for the past few days. After taking a few steps without deviating from the route, you can see a silvery white shadow flashing between the trees, and the muffled sound of hooves landing on the wet soil.

"You're here, the unicorn is close," DeWitt said with certainty, "Are you scared?"

If fear hadn't been mentioned, Hermione might not have felt it yet, but when DeWitt mentioned it, she felt a little scared: "What are you going to do?"

"The unicorn doesn't like me very much," DeWitt said. "I'm thinking of staying away and letting him get up close and personal with you."

This proposal sounded very touching, but Hermione was becoming more and more frightened. She remembered the story she heard before going to bed when she was a child - the story said that when walking in the forest, never deviate from the path, otherwise you will be lost forever; don't walk with others. Separate people, otherwise the people traveling together may change when you meet again; don't be attracted by the things in the shadows on the roadside, no one knows whether they are traps...

Even so, Hermione tried her best to slow down her increasingly rapid breathing and stop her nervous heart from beating too fast. She made up her mind and said, "Okay, I'm fine."

DeWitt seemed to be more sensitive to his friend at this time, but that was actually because he was worried that he might not be able to protect Hermione if he was far away. He held the wand, thinking about how to deal with emergencies, and said with a frown. : "Are you sure? I think you are not in good condition - we took a bit of a risk tonight..."

Hermione composed herself and said, "It's okay, I'm fine."

DeWitt said nothing more, he just waved his wand quietly, gathering power from the water vapor gathered under the night, creating a pale white mist surrounding Hermione.

Then he slowly moved to the side, while staring at Hermione, observing the surrounding environment, paying attention to every detail change.As the distance from Hermione increased, the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground gradually got closer, until the sound of the horse's snort was very close.

A shining, holy unicorn squeezed out of the bushes.