"Dumbledore..." Snape came over and said, "The students have all returned to the castle, and no one was injured."

"Thank you for your hard work, Severus," said Dumbledore.

“What on earth is going on here!?”

"Obviously, someone wants to use the unicorn's blood to prolong their life..."

Dumbledore bent down, looked at the dying unicorn at his feet and said, "If Hagrid hadn't found it in time, it would probably have died."

"Yeah, but now it's that big fool who almost died." Snape sneered with disdain: "Is it worth it... just for such a beast?"

"Everyone has his own persistence, Severus, and this persistence is difficult to measure in terms of whether it is worth it." Dumbledore said: "Just like when you were for Li..."

"Dumbledore!" Snape roared angrily, "Don't mention that name again!"

He gasped for breath and continued after a long while: "So, do you know who was the one who attacked Hagrid?"

"I suppose so."

Dumbledore took two steps forward and came to an area covered with black ashes. He bent down and touched the ground.

"Lieffire... it's a really troublesome dark magic. If left unchecked, I'm afraid the entire Forbidden Forest will be gone."

Then he stood up again and went to the other side.

On the ground, two centaurs were lying there motionless, with a mess of footprints around them.

"Killing Curse..." Dumbledore said softly, "The quiver is half empty. They should not have been killed by the Killing Curse as soon as they met.

He looks very weak. The unicorn's blood can only prolong his life, but it cannot restore his strength."

With every word Dumbledore spoke, Snape's face became uglier.

"You said before... He doesn't dare to kill anyone now!"

"Not daring and not being able to are two different things." Dumbledore said calmly: "No matter how many centaurs die, it will not affect Hogwarts, and the same goes for Hagrid.

Because he knew that parents and school directors would not care about them. As long as the students did not die, Hogwarts would not be closed, and he would still have a chance to get the Philosopher's Stone."

"That's just your guess." Snape said coldly.

"You are right." Dumbledore nodded and said, "None of us knows his true thoughts. This is why I asked for the suspension of the Quidditch match."

After a brief silence.

Snape suddenly asked, hoping for the best, "Is it possible that Oren has returned? He can also use the Fiery Curse and the Killing Curse."

"From what I know, he's hiding from the Aurors in the north right now, and he won't be back anytime soon.

And if it was him, Hagrid probably wouldn't have made it out of the Forbidden Forest alive."

The scene fell silent again until the dull sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance.

"Can you keep an eye on him for me? Do you know whose it is..." Dumbledore said softly.

Snape did not respond and left without a word.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and soon, a group of strong centaurs armed with bows and arrows appeared around.

"Don't move!"

"...Mr. Dumbledore?" After the centaur leader saw the person in front of him clearly, he quickly asked the others to put down their weapons.

He walked forward and asked, "Why are you here? And what happened around here..."

"As you can see, Magorian," said Dumbledore, "someone attempted to kill a unicorn, and Hagrid and the two centaurs were affected."

Only then did Magree notice that two centaurs had died nearby.

Suddenly, there was a sound of stomping hooves all around.

Magre stepped forward and said with a choked voice: "Druji...Lula...they are all brave warriors!"

"Ronan, Firenze, send them back to the tribe. I think they would prefer to stay where the irises bloom."

Two centaurs came out...

"Dumbledore, Mars is very bright recently. You must be prepared. This is just the beginning. It is far from the end."

Dumbledore bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your reminder, Magorian."

"I just don't want to see any more centaurs die tragically."

"Good luck to you, Mr. Dumbledore, and... Mr. Scamander."

After saying this, he left with the other centaurs.

Dumbledore did not move. He tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction of the unicorn.

An old figure appeared there at some point. He lowered his head and gently stroked the unicorn's scarred body.

In addition, there is a phoenix standing on his shoulder.

"Well?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's very bad. She lost a lot of blood and there are many traces of black magic on her body. This makes her very weak." Newt raised his head and said, "But fortunately, it was discovered in time and she is not in danger of life."

"That's great," said Dumbledore. "It helped Hagrid block two fatal curses. If it died, I really don't know how to tell Hagrid."

“No,” Newt said softly. He took out a bottle of potion and fed it to the unicorn, then took out another bottle and applied it to its wound.

The originally frightened unicorn became much calmer and gradually fell asleep under Newt's comfort.

Only then did Newt take out a box and carefully put it in.

After leaving the Forbidden Forest, the two came to the principal's office again.

"I'm sorry to have to call you all the way here."

Dumbledore poured Newt a cup of black tea and said half-jokingly, "But I really don't feel comfortable letting Professor Kettleburn take care of the unicorns anymore. Otherwise, Hogwarts will probably have to recruit two professors next year."

Newt also remembered that Professor Kettleburn was stabbed in the stomach by a unicorn last year. He smiled but said nothing.

The professor was indeed a little rash at times.

"Oh yeah, there's one more thing."

Dumbledore looked at the box next to Newt and asked thoughtfully, "Did you also give Kyle a box like this?"

"puff……"

Newt spat out a mouthful of tea.

Or maybe Dumbledore was the strongest white wizard, because he had a quick reaction and dodged by just turning sideways, without even a drop of water getting on his long beard.

But Fox behind him was not so lucky.

That mouthful of red tea was not wasted at all, it was all sprayed on its body.

"Don't get excited, I'm just asking."

Dumbledore blinked and said, "I've had this idea since Halloween, but neither I nor other professors have seen him take any boxes."

"Well... maybe... he didn't bring it..." Newt mumbled vaguely.

Fortunately, someone, or rather a bird, came to help him out.

After a brief moment of confusion, Fawkes came to his senses, shook off his feathers, and began to peck at Dumbledore's beard angrily.

"Hey, Fawkes, Newt sprayed the tea..." Dumbledore explained, obviously not wanting to take the blame.

But Fawkes turned a deaf ear to it. He didn't see Newt. He only saw that Dumbledore didn't help him block the water.

And Fox really didn't indulge him at all. Every time he pecked at him, he would peck off a tuft of his silver-white beard.

Dumbledore covered his beard in panic, his voice changing with pain.

Taking advantage of this time, Newt picked up his suitcase and quietly left the principal's office.

(End of this chapter)