"It's White Musk, Rabi will help you guys." The House-Elf Rabi stepped forward, using its magic to crush the White Musk, and then scattered the powder on Aurora's hands.
These House-Elves perhaps often help Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary to take care of the little wizards.
"Thank you, Ian, you've saved me again."
Aurora watched as the wound on her hand began to stop bleeding, feeling a bit shaken, "Maybe this is what my grandfather meant by the tricks of fate; as we receive the prophecy, we must also pay the price of seeing the future."
The German girl's somewhat mystical words left Ian puzzled.
"What prophecy?" Ian remembered Aurora mentioning the talent of the Grindelwald Clan, but he couldn't understand what prophecy would bring Aurora to the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night.
Aurora glanced at the House-Elf Rabi, who continued treating her wounds, hesitated for a moment, "Tonight, I saw someone in the Forbidden Forest attempting to hunt a Unicorn. At first, I didn't want to intervene, but before sleep, I saw a large dark crowd and bodies strewn everywhere..."
"I don't know when this will happen, but I feel it definitely has something to do with the Unicorn hunters." Aurora said with some frustration, revealing her reason for coming to the Forbidden Forest alone.
"I never thought you'd do something so foolish; I thought you were as smart as I am." Ian frowned, mulling over the information in Aurora's words, "If there really are shady people here up to no good, how could a little kid like you possibly stand against the evil Dark Wizards daring enough to hunt Unicorns?"
Very logical advice.
Aurora nodded without refuting, "Yes, I'm clear-headed now. If I'd asked you to come with me, perhaps such a painful lesson wouldn't have occurred. It was all my arrogance and vanity at work, not only failing to find the Dark Wizard but almost dying from the Curled Wing Demon left by Ronnie."
The German girl's words left the House-Elf Rabi, who was casting some magic to treat Aurora's injuries, looking at her in bewilderment.
A single child can't handle it.
Would two children possibly have no problem?
The House-Elf Rabi turned to see if Ian would continue scolding Aurora, but was completely taken aback to see Ian nodding his head with immense satisfaction.
"That's right, I hope you learn a lesson today: adventures should be shared, and heaven will punish any naughty child who goes on an adventure without bringing their friends!"
"Think about it, even Merlin wouldn't dare venture out alone!" Ian's words made Aurora nod with a reflective air.
"If you'd brought me, maybe we'd have already found the Dark Wizard you saw, causing chaos." Ian had a hypothesis about Aurora's "prophecy."
He highly suspected that what Aurora saw was a scene to occur next year, after all, no usual Dark Wizard would dare to kill a Unicorn and consume its blood.
Bear in mind, despite Unicorns being sacred creatures with powerful healing abilities, killing a Unicorn in itself requires bearing an extremely harsh curse.
"Rabi thinks... the right course of action should be to notify Dumbledore... only the professors can handle such matters." The House-Elf Rabi hesitated to speak.
It felt that the esteemed Mr. Prince and his friends seemed to be out of their minds. Oh! Such disrespectful thoughts, it had to slap itself a hundred times when it returned!
"You don't understand, little wizards need only to consider saving Hogwarts; professors have far more to worry about. You'll understand when you grow as tall as me." Ian patted the House-Elf Rabi on the shoulder. He was just boasting; if he truly found any trace of Voldemort, he would rush to find Dumbledore faster than Harry Potter.
"..."
The House-Elf Rabi wanted to say it had served at Hogwarts for sixty years, and even if it served for another hundred, it would never grow as tall as Ian or the other little wizards.
This is a difference of species!
"Our late Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I never expected him to raise such a dangerous creature as a Curled Wing Demon." Ian looked down at the pile of ashes on the ground, feeling somewhat regretful.
Every part of a Curled Wing Demon is a treasure.
"He was a Saint."
Aurora stood up and said softly.
"You're right, Saints have a much deeper criminal background than Death Eaters." Ian grabbed Aurora's now pale hand, somewhat amazed at the House-Elf's powerful magic.
Among the wizarding community.
Such injuries generally require the aid of a magic potion for treatment.
"Some of my grandfather's Saints even keep Giant Dragons, saying that when the time comes to attack the Ministry of Magic, they will be useful." Aurora's both hands were being turned and examined by Ian.
She just stood there, leaking family secrets like mad.
"Do we really need Giant Dragons to attack the Ministry of Magic? I've got a special way to help you attack the Ministry of Magic, so why not have those old Saints kill the Giant Dragon and give me the meat instead."
Ian was craving Dragon Meat a bit.
He wondered if it would taste good in a hotpot.
"Hiss~"
The House-Elf Rabi looked terrified, glancing back and forth between Ian and Aurora several times, it sneakily hid behind a big tree nearby, covering its ears.
It began mumbling to itself that it hadn't heard or seen anything.