Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Whoosh—whoosh—

The sharp arrow broke through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

Dense array of arrows shot towards them.

Pat pat pat——

The horse's hooves hit the ground, making a loud bang and a rumbling sound.

Voldemort turned around and waved his wand, blocking all the arrows outside the transparent barrier.

"That annoying thing is here again."

Woo—a long, sharp whistle sounded, and the leading centaur rushed towards them with bow and arrow raised, shouting loudly.

"Get out!"

This caused the centaurs to shout excitedly.

"How dare you!—How dare you!"

"Get out of here!"

"Leave! This is our territory!"

Voldemort laughed coldly and fired spells continuously at the centaurs.

"You filthy, lowly bastard—and you dare to order me—"

The centaurs ran quickly in the woods, dodging the green light emitted by Voldemort and shooting arrows at him.

While Voldemort is too busy to care about her.

Amanta turned over and climbed up, picking up the wand with her other hand.

She glanced at her left hand, which had long been numb from the pain. It was covered in blood and seemed to be broken.

But what’s more important now is——

She glanced at the open space where Draco was, then ducked and carefully backed away until she was out of Voldemort's grasp.

Carefully she ran to the back of the clearing where Draco was.

Draco lay soundlessly on the ground, still curled up in the fetal position.

"Draco! Draco!"

Amanta squatted down and gently shook his shoulders and patted his face.

But Draco closed his eyes tightly, his face was as white as paper, he didn't move, and didn't react at all.

His lips had turned gray, and if his body had not been warm to the touch, he would have looked almost dead.

Amanta leaned down and put her face on his chest.

The heartbeat was faint—intermittent, almost inaudible.

Draco might be... not far from death.

Amanta's fingers were cold and her lips were trembling slightly.

No, there must be some other way!

By the way, unicorn blood can prolong life...

Amanta looked at the unicorn lying in a pool of blood not far away.

She leaned down and approached the unicorn quietly. The unicorn felt her approach, opened its eyes and looked at her with gentle moon-white eyes. Its long silver eyelashes were covered with crystal tears, making it look sad and beautiful.

If you try to kill a unicorn and drink its blood, you will be cursed forever.

"Episkey—"

"Episkey—"

Amanta chanted a spell in a low voice, and after two spells, the wounds on the unicorn gradually healed and it was mostly recovered.

She always felt that her right hand was not very handy in using the wand, and she recited the healing spell several times in a row. The wound on the unicorn's body gradually healed until there was almost no trace left.

The unicorn looked at Amanta gratefully.

Fortunately, the unicorn's injuries were not too serious. When Amanta was healing it, she found that the main reason why the unicorn fell to the ground and was unable to move was that its two hind legs were broken.

After the cure was complete, Amanta breathed a sigh of relief.

She had used too many healing spells in a row, consuming a large amount of magic power and was somewhat exhausted.

She pulled herself together and scooped up a pool of unicorn's silver blood from the ground.

...Although it's on the ground, cough, but in this critical moment, I'm sure Draco won't mind.

Amanta pinched Draco's jaw horn and slowly fed the unicorn's blood into his mouth.

As the silvery-white liquid flowed into his throat, the color on Draco's face gradually returned, and vitality slowly returned to his face, but his eyes were still closed, with no sign of waking up.

Amanta looked around. The figures of the centaurs were looming in the forbidden forest, and there were flames, spells and flashing shadows everywhere.

...We have to find a safe place.

The unicorn next to her suddenly stood up, walked over, lowered its front hooves, and knelt in front of Amanta.

Under the unicorn's gentle gaze, Amanta understood the unicorn's intention.

She put her elbows under Draco's armpits and used all her strength to pull him onto the unicorn's back - she felt that her broken left hand seemed to be completely useless, and then she climbed up herself.

The unicorn turned its head to look at Voldemort and the centaurs fighting in the raging fire, and quickly rushed to the other side of the Forbidden Forest.

It ran as fast as lightning, leaving everything behind in an instant.

The raging flames, the roar of the centaurs, and Voldemort's spell.

A minute later it was all gone.

The unicorn finally stopped by a stream. It squatted down, turned its body sideways, and gently placed Amanta and Draco on the grass by the stream.

It walked to the stream and bent down to sip the water in the stream.

The moonlight shone on the unicorn's body, and it sparkled in the moonlight like an elf in the dense forest.

Amanta came over and stroked the long silver horns on its head: "Thank you."

The unicorn seemed to understand what she said and nodded to her.

Then, it shook its pure white, dazzling mane and disappeared from Amanta's sight like a flash of lightning.

Draco finally seemed to be awake.

He lay on the lawn and opened his eyes weakly: "Ah...Amanta, why are you here?"

"Am I dead or am I dreaming..." he muttered to himself.

Amanta hurried over and squatted to check on him.

She rested her head on Draco's chest and listened to his heartbeat.

Unicorn blood does have extremely strong magical powers. Not long after Draco drank it, his heart had already resumed its regular and strong beating.

After she heard Draco's heartbeat had returned to normal, she covered her mouth and reached out to hug Draco.

"Great."

Draco was so nervous that he didn't know what to do, so he raised his hand and patted her back soothingly.

"Amanta, is it really you?... Why are you here, where is Voldemort? Where are we?"

He seemed to have recovered a little and asked a lot of questions.

However, after escaping from danger and confirming Draco's safety, Amanta's tense spirit relaxed.

She felt dizzy and could hardly think after hearing his words. Her eyelids felt so heavy that they were about to droop.

Draco frowned and tried to sit up, but he let out a cry of surprise as soon as he sat up.

"your hands?"

Amanta suddenly realized that in the chaos she had forgotten to heal her left hand.

She picked up the wand and chanted to her left hand: "Episkey—"

This spell completely consumed her last bit of physical and mental strength.

She saw the flesh and blood on her left hand slowly recovering, and then darkness pounced on her, and her consciousness suddenly sank into chaos.