Chapitre 87: Chapter 87
This session however involved Harry fighting a variety of weapons. The clones used hit and run tactics, using their coordination to prevent as many losses from each wave as possible. But still, Harry was gaining an insight from each kill, both from how he was able to use it and from what the clones concluded from their observations. It was a quick and dangerous method of learning the weapons he had chosen, especially since his clones were trying for almost lethal strikes. Simple need pushed him to proficiency in weapon usage. Unfortunately, this was not something applicable to elemental manipulation.
In the end, the skirmish ended. Harry was still standing, but he was bleeding from multiple cuts and his clothing was nearly in shreds. It was a very good thing that his small repertoire of spells included the simple but effective Reparo. Still, he was injured and by conventional standards he should be dying. However, his natural healing factor tended to keep him up and running even with three broken ribs and both lungs punctured. He might not be a hundred percent, but he would be functional until he could heal himself. He decided though, to keep a low profile. He would let sleep do its job as it had done all those years ago. Still, he whipped his head about when he sensed something unusual.
"Hullo Harry!"
Harry looked around automatically and was rewarded with the sight of a near naked Hermione with bat wings, horns and tail. His hands went slack. There was only one possible explanation.
"Aurora", he deadpanned, and once assured it was not a hallucination promptly turned around.
"Don't be like that Harry! We have so much fu~nnn together!" the stress on fun was far too ominous for him to take and he began replacing the weapons on the wall in a quick but methodical manner.
"Harry! Don't ignore me!"
Upside down, pouting, near naked Hermione...
"Fine! And I had this great idea for your ninja stuff too!"
Harry was interested, but didn't show it. He knew that as something not exactly human, the priorities of the mad duo were different. They also seemed to think in bizarre and sometimes weirdly intuitive ways that did not seem to match human logic. So he turned around and as blandly as spoke he could, which is a great deal blander than most can imagine.
"You got me. I'm listening"
"Really? Ok, its like this. Remember how this is the Room of Requirement? What if you required that you wanted the rest of that storybook you liked to read so much?"
Harry of course, was not too ready to acknowledge that something like this was possible. It was magic after all.
"Oh sure! Like all I have to do is say I want the whole collection of Naruto manga and I want it ri...ght... he...re... hmmmm. That was unexpected."
Indeed, about two feet away from him in the direction he was pointing was a stack of yellowing books. There was no mistaking the dimensions or the font or even the cover page on the thing. It was a set of his beloved, if rarely taken out manga. And it looked a great deal bigger than his last set.
Of course, he was far too set into his own training to suddenly be able to switch for new paths. Then again, nobody said that he couldn't get some ideas...
He shook himself out of his thoughts to see Aurora still exactly as he left her, still grinning.
"You owe me Harry!" and she vanished into the walls. Harry quickly got a clone to pick up the stack and try to head out of the room, with the stack. If it was an actual item, he would be able to carry it out. If not, it would disappear. A few seconds later, the clone was back, with a frown, and the books. It had disappeared. Harry slowly matched his clone's expression. He would have to read it here then, not really a problem. Shadow clones could use the room as well.
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It wasn't long after school reopened that Hagrid quickly reported the lost unicorn, a creature of such purity that it would take a considerably dark and malicious entity to harm, let alone kill one. And whoever had done it had viciously slaughtered the beast, ripping open the magically resistant hide and splattering blood everywhere, the likely objective. And to forcibly extract or harvest any part of the pure light creature was to curse it forever, be it horn, blood or even hair. The fact that it was so close to the school was not lost to the headmaster, and neither were the implications of just why somebody would consider taking unicorn blood. A person who imbibed unicorn blood would be able to survive even if at deaths door, but it was not without its own price. The very act of consuming the ill gotten and consequently vile blood of the pure creature cursed you. And although many people were not aware of just what that meant, Dumbledore was.
Breakdown.
Breakdown of body, breakdown of magic, breakdown of sanity. The victim, or in this case criminal would degrade at the cellular and metaphysical level. And the only way to recover from the damage was to further consume the vile fluid. And the need would grow and its ability to stave of the breakdown would become less and less, until all that was left was a magicless, insane husk of a human that could not move and could not be killed by mortal means, much like an inferi. Except that eventually, the body itself would slowly dissolve into nothingness. And the most horrifying part of the process is the fact that forcibly taken unicorn blood cannot be unwillingly drunk. Only a desperate and foolish soul might even consider such a thing, to willingly subject themselves to the unicorn blood curse, even if they were not aware that it was so terrible that it made the unforgivables look tame.
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