Chapter 67

Harry was about to take one step towards it when a slithering sound made him freeze. A bush on the edge of the clearing quivered. Then, out of the shadows, the hooded figure that was Quirrell came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast.

'No,' Harry thought as he looked closer. He was trembling. Quirrell was entirely drained. He wasn't emulating a beast, he was too tired to stay on his feet.

Quirrell reached the unicorn and did something that almost made Harry gag. He lowered its head over the wound in the animal's side and began to drink its blood. A rage filled him as he saw the man defile such a pure creature. The unicorn's cries of pain only served to increase that rage.

Just like the night of Grunning's death, Harry's scar started burning, and something stirred in him...something strange and dark...

Hurt...Kill...Destroy...deserves it...

For once, the Game concurred.

Ping!

Quest Alert!

Save the unicorn!

Rewards,

+5 stat points

5000 Exp

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Failure,

Death

YES/NO?

Harry slammed yes.

Pushing quite a bit of his mana through the tree and into the ground below him, he commanded it. It obediently rose without an iota of resistance, as if the forest itself supported his act of protective vengeance. A giant earthen fist shaped itself out of the rising earth and slammed into Quirrell's form, sending it flying across the clearing, where instead of fighting back, he struggled back to his feet and quickly scurried off. Harry paused, confused as he watched the clearly superior wizard retreat into the forest. The pain in his scar slowly faded away.

He dropped down from the tree and ran towards the unicorn, sliding to his knees next to the downed creature. Clamping down the Gamer's Mind on his panicking thoughts, he started taking stock of all the injuries.

Several cuts, bruises, broken limbs, magical burns, and the giant gaping wound in its flank.

Harry pulled out the bottle of Essence of Murtlap he had in stock and applied it to the edges of the wound.

Essence of Murtlap, High level

Restore subject's health by a rate of 10% a minute.

At least that was counteracting her bleeding status. Harry was about to apply more of the medicine when an angry voice snapped from behind him.

"What are you doing wizard! Put down your weapon and walk away from the mare!"

Harry looked around. It was a group of young centaurs; the human half of the oldest of them looked barely seventeen. Each of them had an arrow notched in their bows. Harry spread his inventory between himself and unicorn, ready to shield himself and the mare from arrows.

"I was helping her. She was hurt by a wizard in a cloak and I was trying to help her." Harry said while slowly backing off.

"And why should we believe you? Mayhapx it was you who hunted her down!"

They aimed their bows threateningly.

"I need to help her. She's bleeding out and I don't know how long I can stop it for. Don't let me near her if you don't want to but if there is any magic you have that can aid her - Help! Please!" Harry pleaded. He didn't have time to fight. The Murtlap's effects would fade soon and it needed to be reapplied to counteract the bleeding.

Perhaps they heard the sincerity and desperation in Harry's voice, for they slowly lowered their bows. The eldest of them came closer to take a look at the unicorn, before gravely replying, "Our healing magic is not fast enough to save her, but whatever you have done seems to have helped her. We will guard you and your patient young sorcerer, weave your healing magic without fear. Save her." The leader of the group of young centaurs said.

Harry promptly got back to the bottle of Murtlap Essence and started reapplying it along the edges of the wound, while taking off his jacket and using it to put pressure on the unicorn's flank as he desperately shoved away the memories of the werewolf John's death by bleeding. This wouldn't end the same way. He was going make sure of it.

The bleeding didn't even slow down.

"Her time has come," A centaur from his left muttered to his friend, his pity clearly audible in his voice.

"Not today," Harry snapped, "Not if I can help it."

And not even sparing a look at them he put away the Essence of Murtlap, realizing that there wasn't much more that it could do for her wounded side. Her wounds had started slowly clotting. Next thing he had to do was now was to tackle the blood loss. Harry didn't have blood replenishment potions on him, so the Wiggenwald potions he had left would have to do. He poured the potion down the unicorn's throat while maintaining the pressure on her flank, attempting to stem any and all bleeding.

"Observe!"

Unicorn (Status: Bleeding -10% hp per minute))

Lv-20

HP:260/5000

MP:60/4000

Str-25

Vit-30

Dex-60

Int-18

Wis-15

Luc-16

A female unicorn that has the ability to run fast at the expense of her innate magic. She can also sense the worthiness of a person by the very same magic. One of the most powerful and potent magical creatures out there, they are said to represent true beauty and purity.

She is dying from the massive dark magic cut she's received on her side. She doesn't know Harry.

It wasn't working!

Quickly trying to think of anything else, Harry looked around. His eyes caught a bird flying above the clearing and an idea struck him.

Desperately pouring all of his mana into his voice, he screamed into the night, "HEDWIG! HELP!"

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