[HP] Illusion

It was late at night, and only the sparse moonlight could barely see the direction of the Forbidden Forest for Harry. He didn't dare to use fluorescent flashing lights for fear of frightening the uninvited little guy in front of him. His eyes have basically adapted to the light.

There were no signs of injury on its body for a long time, and there was no weakness that should have occurred after the injury, and it seemed to be recovering well.

Small unicorns are generally more docile than adult unicorns, but this does not mean that they like being touched by men, so the chance that Harry can touch unicorns over the years is only the [-] chances yesterday afternoon. Zero once, fortunately the other party expressed his gratitude at the time and didn't pay much attention to it, otherwise someone who secretly got stuck might have to be pushed out by the other party's corner and make a fool of himself.

Wait, what happened to this little unicorn rubbing itself over?

Harry froze for a moment when his thigh was touched and felt warm.

He thought the little guy was just going to express his thanks to him in person.

— Cough, did you agree that you don’t like men?

The horns of the little unicorns are already quite strong, which is their most advantageous attack weapon. At this moment, the little unicorn carefully avoided its own sharp horns, turned its head sideways and rubbed its cheeks affectionately against Harry. At the beginning, he always rubbed for a while and then quickly backed away. After several times of probing, he finally stuck to the top and rubbed madly.

Finding that Harry didn't react at all, the little unicorn took a small step back and began to jump around Harry's side - if you only looked at the lively movements and didn't look at the species, Harry would probably I thought I had a large dog that could act like a baby and be cute, and waited for the owner to come home and play together every day.

Now that they took the initiative, Harry, who had finally come to his senses, felt that he should not be too hypocritical. He immediately squatted down, and stretched out his hand to smooth the little unicorn's fur very naturally.

The little unicorn wobbled for a while, then folded its limbs and bent its knees to lie on the ground, so that it got closer to Harry. The body temperature of the unicorn was not low, and it was higher than that of a human. When holding it, it was like hugging a small warm nest, and a warm feeling came continuously, making Harry get closer unconsciously.

The little unicorn didn't reject it, and Harry was very satisfied.

Suddenly remembered that Hermione often scratched her Crookshanks chin, and Harry imitated Hermione and scratched the little unicorn.I don't know if it was comfortable being scratched, but the little unicorn took the initiative to half-raise its head, looked at Harry expectantly with bright eyes, and then lowered its little head shyly.

Seeing the little unicorn that was focused on showing off to him, Harry always felt that a part of his heart softened.

"Did you run out alone?" Although he knew that the little unicorn should not understand, Harry still asked unconsciously.In the afternoon, didn't he already ask Firenze to convey the words not to leave the cub alone? Why did it still run out by itself? "That way your parents will worry."

The little unicorn looked at Harry curiously, and suddenly made a loud "咴咴咴咴" sound, which seemed to tell him that it was okay.The little unicorn secretly glanced at the ten o'clock direction where they were, and then glanced again. Harry followed that direction, only to find two adult unicorns faintly standing in the shadow.They were very quiet and hardly made any noise. Only when Harry looked at them, they kicked their hooves slightly to signal, and they did not stop Harry from getting close to the little unicorn.

"It's great, your parents love you so much." Harry hugged the little unicorn's head and rubbed it against it, "Be careful not to get hurt next time." The little unicorn stuck out its tongue and licked it as if responding. It licked Harry's cheek, looked at Harry for a long time, and suddenly poked Harry's arm with a small force with the tip of its horn, and barked "咴咴" several times.

Harry didn't understand what it meant by this movement, so he squeezed the tip of the little unicorn's horn carefully, but, "I don't understand, but you just recovered, you should have a good rest," he stretched out his hand and turned the little unicorn around. He made it face his parents.

Seemingly understanding what Harry meant, the little unicorn began to turn its head agitatedly after looking at Harry several times, and then at the direction where its parents were, looking quite reluctant to leave.

"I'll come to see you again. We can communicate after I learn the unicorn language. Maybe you'll forget me by then." Harry smoothed its fur again, and patted its cheek. The back makes it hurry back to its parents.

The little unicorn took two steps silently, and looked back at Harry three times after each step. Harry was dumbfounded by its little depressed atmosphere.It wasn't until the little unicorn returned to his parents that the two adult unicorns bowed slightly to him before leaving with the little unicorn.The three unicorns stood in place and communicated for a while, and finally had to obediently follow their parents away. The little unicorn drooped its head, looking dejected, but it still looked back at Harry several times.

Harry stood there silently watching as the three unicorns disappeared into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.A damp, icy wind blew by, and Harry felt a slight tingle in his arm.

Raising his arm to check carefully, Harry found a congealed blood spot in an inconspicuous place. He didn't feel anything when he was poked just now—it was just a small blood spot. Harry retracted his hand into the cloak Inside, I didn't take this seriously.

The night was hazy, and the surrounding environment became increasingly dark and unclear. When the hood on the cloak was torn off by the wind, the icy cold wind made his brain ache, making him feel like he was in the boundless cold and darkness. Feel.

—Maybe if you stay for a while, even your body won’t feel like your own.

Harry was staring in the same direction, not even knowing what he was looking at.

Suddenly, a deep and mellow voice broke through the cold and darkness, and penetrated into Harry's ears——

"Seeing you doesn't surprise me. After all, you've been a frequent visitor to the Forbidden Forest for so many years."

"Firenzie." Harry closed his cloak, turned to look at the centaur standing not far away, "It seems that you have been staying here and have not returned to the castle."

"That's why I met you." There was a smile on Firenze's handsome face, and his light golden hair emitted a soft light.

Harry couldn't understand the logic for a moment, but his brain quickly recalled the records of his fights with the centaurs in the past, and then... nothing more.

"Going back together?" Harry asked.

The centaur looked serious in his light blue eyes, but he nodded anyway.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but soon realized he was wrong—

"You look very confused, Mars..." Firenze looked up at the sky at this time, fully turning on the centaur's divination mode.

"Stop it, Firenze, this has nothing to do with Mars, Venus, Mercury, Zodiac signs or anything." Harry couldn't help but interrupted as he was starting to chatter.

Firenze paused, and asked meaningfully: "Are you sure you don't need the revelation from the stars? Maybe this can free you from the predicament..."

"I'm not in trouble." Harry didn't find himself sounding less forceful than his tone.

Firenze didn't pay attention to Harry's words, but asked himself: "Remember, I told you many years ago that unicorn blood can prolong life and even bring people back to life, but when you get It is because of coercion, from the moment your lips are stained with unicorn blood, the curse will follow you forever... If it sacrifices voluntarily, there is no so-called curse."

Harry looked at Firenze vigilantly. The centaurs were indeed better than Trelawney, whose accuracy was only [-] percent. It seemed that the centaurs in front of him were indeed trying to warn him, but the words in their words were unclear. But it made him unable to connect the clues it gave. "I'm not trying to bring the dead back to life..." This was especially confusing to him.

The centaur gave Harry a deep look, and slowly shook his head. "How can you and I understand the wisdom of the stars?"

Harry somehow felt that he was being played.

"Just now the little unicorn volunteered its blood to you." Firenze said suddenly, "As long as you can make its wound heal again."

"What does that action mean?" Harry was stunned, "But that thing is useless to me."

But he remembered another thing, and Harry said briskly as soon as possible: "Speaking of which, you should have seen it, I can get close to the little unicorn, you know unicorn language, can you teach me?" Can I have some simple sentences?" With Firenze around, why should he look far away.

Firenze looked up at the endless pitch-black sky, and didn't respond immediately. He sighed slowly, and said quietly: "It's a pity that the trajectory of Mars is dark and unclear after falling into the No.12 house, so it is impossible to make an accurate judgment." ..."

Harry: "..."

"It's not terrible to fall into the swamp of dreams. What's terrible is that you don't know how to get up. When you struggle, you can only sink deeper and deeper..."

Harry's hairs stood on end, and he suddenly regretted interrupting Firenze's words at the very beginning, maybe Mars really had some revelation—

However, he shouldn't have asked.He has never been very interested in prophesying astrology.

The two parted ways in the castle, and each returned to their own territory.

Harry lay on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze, recalling Firenze's last words in his mind, and then he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I fell into a new nightmare.

It was a realistic dream that couldn't be more realistic. It made Harry want to wake up from it several times, but he couldn't do anything. He could only watch what happened in front of him, but he was powerless, and even stopped breathing.

The location of the dream is still in Spider's End Lane, in a dilapidated brick house.

In fact, at the very beginning, the content of the dream was not much different from the past memories.

The same layout, the same dark space, the same worn fabric sofa, and the same suffocating living room.This made Harry think that his dream was still when Snape was five years old.

In fact, he hadn't really seen young Snape for a long time.Usually, all he can see is Irene, and that sentence...

The man in front of him scolded drunkenly and angrily, punched and kicked the woman with his hands and feet, picked up nearby things and threw them on the ground - he had seen all these before - at last the man who was swearing and envious suddenly raised his hand. A heavy-looking armchair next to him slammed down on the silent crying woman lying on the ground. Just when the stool was about to hit the woman, a jj-year-old The little boy suddenly jumped out from the side and stood in front of the woman.

At that moment, Harry felt his heart stopped beating. He tried to stop the man, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.

——It was not until this moment that he realized that this was not the memory in 1964, but his dream, and he did not dare to think about its authenticity.

When the chair fell on the boy, Harry's eyes went dark, his whole body was trembling, and the numbness of his scalp made him unable to see clearly what was happening in front of him. All the images in front of him seemed to be distorted. Buzzing, he could even feel the heavy chair hitting him.

But in fact, he can see all the pictures clearly, and these pictures flow clearly in his brain.

"No—" the woman screamed, the voice seemed to penetrate Harry's eardrums, stimulating all his senses.

Being hit by the weight of the chair and the boy together, the woman's body was also severely knocked.

A gust of fresh blood suddenly spewed out, and the endless blood instantly stained the woman's body red, and then fell on the ground and meandered on the cracked ground. The woman who struggled to get up halfway seemed to be still in a dizzy state. Dazedly touching the sticky liquid, he suddenly found that his hands were covered with blood.

The woman looked at her palm in disbelief, and then looked up at the man who was laughing maliciously.

Shock and panic spread on the woman's distorted face. She stretched out her hands to cover the little boy's wound in a daze, but the man didn't seem to see the blood that was flowing on the ground, and continued to let what happened in front of him.

Blood soon flowed into rivers on the ground. At this moment, the man's roar and the sound of smashing things angrily became the only sounds in the room.

Harry wanted to go to help, he tried to cry out for help, but all in vain.

Just when Harry was feeling desperate, the woman suddenly struggled to stand up, a surge of magical traces spread clearly and quickly in the room, and all the smashed things on the ground floated in that instant.

The man screamed and looked at everything in front of him. The next moment, Irene suddenly cast a spell on the man, and the man fell to the ground in response.

Suddenly, the things floating in the air seemed to lose their support, and they all hit the ground... The woman hurriedly used magic to heal her son who was lying in a pool of blood...

"what--"