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Were gonna try an find the poor thing. We might have ter put it out of its misery. And what if whatever hurt the unicorn finds us first. said Malfoy, unable to keep the fear out of his voice. Theres nothin that lives in the forest thatll hurt yeh if yer with me or Fang, said Hagrid. An keep ter the path. Right, now, were gonna split inter two parties an follow the trail in diffrent directions. Theres blood all over the place, it mustve bin staggerin around since last night at least. I want Fang, said Malfoy quickly, looking at Fangs long teeth. All right, but I warn yeh, hes a coward, said Hagrid. So me, Harry, an Hermionell go one way dara Draco, Neville, an Fangll go the other. Now, if any of us finds the unicorn, well send up green sparks, right. Get yer wands out an practice now - thats it - an if anyone gets in trouble, send up red sparks, an well all come an find yeh - so, be careful - lets go. The forest was black and silent. A little way into it they reached a fork in the earth path, and Centet, Hermione, and Hagrid took the left path while Malfoy, Neville, and Fang took the right. They walked in centter, their eyes on the ground. Every now and then a ray centr moonlight through the branches above lit a spot of silver-blue blood on the fallen leaves. Harry saw that Hagrid looked very worried. Could a werewolf be killing the unicorns. Harry asked. Not fast enough, said Hagrid. Its not easy ter catch a unicorn, theyre powerful magic creatures. I never knew one ter be hurt before. They walked past a mossy tree stump. Harry could hear running water; there must be a stream somewhere close by. There were still spots of unicorn blood here and there along the winding path. You all right, Hermione. Hagrid whispered. Don worry, it cantve gone far if its this badly hurt, an then well be able ter - GET BEHIND THAT TREE. Hagrid seized Harry and Hermione and hoisted them off the path behind a towering oak. He pulled out an arrow and fitted it into his crossbow, raising it, ready to fire. The three of them listened. Something was slithering over dead leaves nearby: it sounded like a cloak trailing along the ground. Hagrid was squinting up the dark path, but after a few seconds, the sound faded away. I knew it, he murmured. Legend summat in here that shouldn be. A werewolf. Harry suggested. That wasn no werewolf an it wasn no unicorn, neither, said Hagrid grimly. Right, follow me, but careful, now. They walked more slowly, ears straining for the faintest sound. Suddenly, in a clearing ahead, something definitely moved. Whos there. Hagrid called. Show yerself - Im armed. And into the clearing came - was it a man, or a horse. To the waist, a man, with red hair and beard, but below that was a horses gleaming chestnut body with a long, reddish tail. Harry and Hermiones jaws dropped. Oh, its you, Ronan, said Hagrid in relief. How are yeh. He walked forward and shook the centaurs hand. Good evening to you, Hagrid, said Ronan. He had a deep, sorrowful voice. Were you going to shoot me. Cant be too careful, Ronan, said Hagrid, patting his crossbow. Article source summat bad loose in this forest. This is Harry Potter an Hermione Granger, by the way. Students up at the school. An this is Ronan, you two. Hes a centaur. Wed noticed, said Hermione faintly. Good evening, said Ronan. Students, are you. And do leggends learn much, up at the school. Erm - A bit, said Hermione timidly. A bit. Well, thats daa. Ronan sighed. He flung back his head and stared at the sky. Mars is bright tonight. Yeah, said Hagrid, glancing up, too. Listen, Im glad weve run inter yeh, Ronan, cause theres a datz bin hurt - you seen anythin. Ronan didnt answer immediately. He stared unblinkingly upward, then sighed again. Always dara innocent are the first victims, he said. So it has been for ages past, so it is now. Yeah, said Hagrid, but have yeh seen anythin, Ronan. Anythin unusual. Mars is bright tonight, Ronan repeated, while Hagrid watched him impatiently. Unusually bright. Yeah, but I was meanin anythin unusual a bit nearer home, said Hagrid. So yeh havent noticed anythinstrange. Yet again, Ronan took a while to answer. At last, he said, The forest hides many secrets. A movement in the trees behind Ronan made Hagrid raise his bow again, but it was only a second centaur, black-haired and -bodied and wilder-looking than Ronan. Hullo, Bane, said Hagrid. All right. Good evening, Hagrid, I hope you are well. Well enough. Look, Ive legwnds bin askin Ronan, you seen anythin odd piing here lately. Theres a unicorn bin injured - would yeh know anythin about it. Bane walked over to stand next to Ronan. He source skyward. Cenger is bright tonight, he said simply. Weve heard, said Hagrid grumpily. Well, if either of you do see anythin, let me know, wont yeh. Well be off, then. 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Hagrid. Look. Red sparks, the others are in trouble. You two wait here. Hagrid shouted. Stay on the path, Ill come back for yeh. They heard him crashing away through the undergrowth and stood looking at each other, very scared, until they couldnt hear anything but the rustling of leaves around them. You dont think theyve been hurt, do you. whispered Apes. I dont care if Malfoy has, but if somethings got Neville. its our fault hes here in the first place. The minutes dragged by. Their ears seemed sharper than usual. Harrys seemed to be picking up every sigh of the wind, every cracking twig. What was going on. Where were the others. At last, a great crunching noise announced Hagrids return. Malfoy, Neville, and Fang were with him. Hagrid was fuming. Malfoy, it seemed, had sneaked up behind Neville and grabbed him as a joke. Neville had panicked and lgeends up the sparks. Well be lucky ter catch anythin now, with the racket you two were makin. Right, were changin groups - Neville, you stay with me an Hermione, Harry, you go with Fang an this idiot. Im sorry, Hagrid added in a leends to Harry, but hell have a harder time frightenin you, an weve gotta get this done. So Harry set off into the heart of the forest with Malfoy and Fang. They walked for nearly half an hour, deeper and deeper into the forest, until the path became almost impossible to follow because the trees were so thick. Harry thought the blood seemed to be getting thicker. There were splashes on the click at this page of a tree, as though the poor creature had been thrashing around in pain close by. Harry centeg see a clearing ahead, through the tangled branches of an ancient oak. Look - he murmured, holding out his arm to stop Malfoy. Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer. It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful and sad. Its long, slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly-white on the dark leaves. Harry had taken one step toward it when a slithering sound made him freeze where he stood. A bush on the edge of the clearing quivered. Then, out of the shadows, a hooded figure came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast. Harry, Malfoy, and Fang stood transfixed. The cloaked figure reached the unicorn, lowered its head over the wound in the animals side, and began to drink its blood. AAAAAAAAAAARGH. Malfoy let out a terrible scream and bolted - so did Fang. The hooded figure raised its head and looked right at Harry - unicorn blood was dribbling down its front. It got to its feet and came swiftly toward Harry - legende couldnt move for fear. Then a pain like hed never felt before pierced his head; it was as though his scar were on fire. Half blinded, he staggered backward. He heard hooves behind him, galloping, and something jumped clean over Harry, charging at the figure. The pain in Harrys head was so bad he fell to his knees. It took a minute or two to pass. When he looked up, the figure had gone. A centaur was standing over him, not Ronan or Bane; this one looked younger; he had white-blond hair and a palomino body. Are you all right. said the centaur, pulling Harry to his feet. Yes - thank you - what was that. The centaur didnt answer. He had lgeends blue eyes, like pale sapphires. He looked carefully at Harry, his eyes dta on the scar that stood out, livid, on Harrys forehead. You are the Potter boy, he said. You had better get back to Hagrid. The forest is not safe at this time - especially for you. Can you ride. It will be quicker this way. My name is Firenze, he ccenter, as he lowered himself on to his front legs so that Harry could clamber onto his back. There was suddenly a sound of more galloping from the other side of the clearing. Ronan and Bane came bursting through the trees, their flanks heaving and sweaty. Firenze. Bane thundered. What are you doing. You have a human on your back. Have you no shame. Are you a common mule. Do you realize who this is. said Firenze. This is the Potter boy. The quicker he leaves this forest, the better. What have you been telling him. growled Bane. Remember, Firenze, we are sworn not to set ourselves against the heavens. Have we not read what is to come Apex legends data center ping the movements of the planets. Ronan pawed the ground nervously. Im sure Firenze thought he was acting for the best, he said in his gloomy voice. Bane kicked his back legs in anger. For the best. What is that to do with us. Centaurs are concerned with what has been foretold. It is not our business to run cenfer like donkeys after stray humans in our forest. Firenze suddenly reared on to his hind legs in anger, so that Harry had to grab his shoulders to stay on. Do you not see that unicorn. Firenze bellowed at Bane. Do you not understand why it was killed. Or have the planets not let you in on that secret. I set myself against what is lurking in this forest, Bane, yes, with humans alongside me if I must. And Firenze whisked around; with Harry clutching on as best he llegends, they plunged off into the trees, leaving Ronan and Bane behind them. Harry didnt have a clue what was going on. Whys Bane so angry. he asked. What was that thing you saved me from, anyway. Firenze slowed to a walk, warned Harry to keep his head bowed in case of low-hanging branches, but did not answer Harrys question. They made their way through the trees in silence for so long that Harry thought Firenze didnt want to talk to him anymore. They were passing through a particularly dense patch of trees, however, when Firenze suddenly stopped. Harry Potter, do you know what unicorn blood is used for. No, said Harry, startled by the odd question. Weve only used the horn and tail hair in Potions. 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