In the depths of the Forbidden Forest at midnight, moonlight filtered through the branches in scattered rays. In a fleeting moment, a silver-white shadow flashed past and hid behind a large tree. The little unicorn poked its head out and looked back, confirming that its parents hadn't discovered it had snuck out, and breathed a small sigh of relief.
Hmph, everyone said it was dangerous outside the red pine forest, but it didn't see any danger at all!
Today, it would rely on itself to walk out of the forest and go see Hogwarts!
That jerk Evans hadn't come to see it for over a month now. What happened to visiting every half month?
Liar!
Pouting angrily, the little unicorn stepped forward again and ran in one direction.
As a unicorn, its sense of direction was excellent—there was no possibility of getting lost.
Although it had never gone to Hogwarts by itself, back when that disabled old professor was still teaching at Hogwarts, it had gone there a few times with its parents.
At that time, it had memorized this route.
A gentle breeze blew, stirring up fallen leaves.
The Forbidden Forest was cold on winter nights. Although it wasn't snowing, the cold wind still made the little unicorn sneeze involuntarily.
As the excitement of sneaking out gradually faded, looking at this endless dark forest, the little unicorn inevitably felt some timidity in its heart.
Whinny... The dark forest was still a bit scary.
But it wasn't too afraid. The dark creatures in the Forbidden Forest generally wouldn't attack unicorns. Their race had always been peaceful, and harming them would bring curses.
Those powerful dark creatures wouldn't do such thankless things.
The sound of boots stepping on snow and fallen leaves reached the little unicorn's ears. It turned around warily, looking in all directions.
Then its gaze locked onto a hooded stranger not far away.
In just a glimpse, blood red that obscured the sky filled its vision.
It couldn't help but swallow, suddenly stepped back several paces, and turned to run.
Mother had once said that if you could see such red on a person, you must turn and flee without hesitation!
That was the red that could only be dyed by slaughtering hundreds and thousands of lives!
But could it really escape?
Watching the unicorn flee in the distance, the hooded figure touched the wand in their hand, lips slowly curving upward. A hoarse voice like that of a venomous serpent echoed through the empty woodland.
"I didn't expect to find a lone juvenile unicorn just one day after entering."
"Not bad luck at all."
…
In a clearing wrapped in pure silver light, the silver radiance slowly dissipated, revealing the empty pavilion inside and the young man standing in the center.
A few seconds later, Evans slowly opened his eyes, flexed his hands, and his vision gradually focused.
Several lines of small text flashed through his field of vision.
[You changed the outcome of that trial. Bellance's plan succeeded, and the power of Obscurials disappeared into the dust of illusory history.]
[You preserved the Bellance surname, so they no longer merely survive by struggling on.]
[Perhaps in another timeline, this world will no longer possess Obscurials, and there will no longer be such deep conflicts between Muggles and wizards.]
[Unfortunately, illusion is ultimately illusion. History cannot be easily changed.]
[Historical nodes completed: 1/5]
The characters slowly disappeared, and Evans's consciousness fully awakened, recalling the last scene before losing consciousness.
The feeling of his body being blown to pieces wasn't too pleasant, but the exhilaration of that instant was simply indescribable.
So satisfying! Explosions truly were humanity's most primitive pleasure!
Unfortunately, this move couldn't be used in reality, since in reality he only had one life.
If only Fawkes could wholeheartedly be his friend. Although the probability of gaining phoenix rebirth wasn't 100%, the healing ability of phoenix tears would also be nice.
Thinking of that beautiful phoenix, Evans slowly sighed.
Although Fawkes's relationship with him had reached the point of coming when called, for some reason, it just couldn't trigger his talent.
It was probably due to the magical contract between it and Professor Dumbledore.
Maybe if he killed the headmaster, Fawkes could be his friend?
But setting aside the fact that the headmaster had been kind to him and they had a good relationship—could he really fight Dumbledore?
Shaking his head and pushing those far-fetched thoughts from his mind, Evans looked around.
The originally bright runic arrays around him appeared somewhat dim. Although the seal remained solid, the runes used to trigger puzzles were quite listless.
It seemed maintaining such a segment of history was a great burden on it.
This was normal. After all, in that history he could interact, cast magic, and even learn things—this was completely different from a Pensieve.
It should be some application of ancient magic.
He wondered if he could learn it.
Looking at those dim runes, a strange light flashed in Evans's eyes.
He didn't know much about ancient magic, but he was extremely curious about those ancient magical creatures.
From the looks of it, his next entry into this seal would probably be a long time from now.
He wondered if he might encounter some extinct magical creatures next time.
Shaking his head, Evans looked toward the center of the pavilion.
The wooden box originally used to trigger history had disappeared, replaced by a small vial.
The small vial appeared empty, but after staring for two seconds, a large mass of black, oily substance suddenly appeared inside. They churned within the vial but couldn't break through its constraints.
"Obscurus?"
This time, Evans was truly surprised.
Although he had seen this kind of "creature" once in Newt's basement, this was the first time he'd seen an Obscurus that could be contained in a small vial.
Wasn't this thing extremely volatile, erupting at the slightest provocation, only containable by powerful magical arrays?
Or was this the modified Obscurus called an Obscurial?
After looking at the small vial a few more times, Evans put it in his pocket.
He knew that even in the current wizarding world, the power of Obscurials still existed.
Decades ago, Grindelwald had relied on Obscurials to incite a riot, and quite a few people had died.
But the Muggles in this world seemed to have indeed lost the power of Obscuri, and all information about those things had been completely sealed. He didn't know how that was accomplished.
Perhaps in real history, Bellance had still carried out his trial, but for certain reasons, he hadn't completely destroyed the concept of Obscurials, allowing it to continue circulating among wizards.
What a pity.
Evans felt somewhat emotional. Although if he were put in that old man's position, he would definitely have turned into a world-destroying madman, it was precisely because of this that he respected that unwavering old man even more.
However, the Bellance surname had actually been passed down. That lady's existence and her actions proved that...
"Hmm?"
A sudden burning sensation on his arm interrupted Evans's thoughts. His expression darkened sharply as he quickly rolled up his sleeve to look at his arm.
A pale yellow isosceles triangle appeared above his arm, with a Q-version spiral unicorn horn drawn in the center of the triangle.
Closing his eyes to sense for a moment, when he opened them again, Evans's gaze held only cold killing intent.
"Good, it's not very far."
His body instantly transformed into an arc and disappeared, continuously leaping in one direction.
At the same time, silver-white marks began lighting up on his arm one after another, extending upward endlessly.
He hoped he would still be in time.
[Chapter Complete]
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