Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

While Hagrid briefly introduced the centaurs, he led the two of them deeper into the Forbidden Forest until they came to a fork in the road.

"There are blood stains on both sides, Hagrid." Although Harry was wearing glasses, he still noticed the problem with sharp eyes, "Should we split up?"

Glenn, who was following behind, couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows after hearing what he said.

Worthy of being Harry Potter.

One word, reckless.

"There are too few of us to split up..." Hagrid looked around and shook his head.

Hagrid was still awake and put their safety first and didn't want to let Harry run around on his own.

"But didn't you say that the unicorn was in pain?" Harry retorted, "Our first priority is to find it as soon as possible."

Hagrid hesitated for a long time, then nodded.

"All right..."

He frowned tightly and looked to the left and right again, as if to judge the degree of danger.

On the surface, there seems to be more silver blood stains on the right side.

"You go to the left, and take Fang with you. As long as it is there, the creatures in the Forbidden Forest will not harm you." He warned, "If you find a unicorn, shoot green sparks. If you encounter trouble,

Fire red sparks and I'll come over as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Harry nodded in agreement.

Hagrid was still a little uneasy and said again: "You guys practice it and let me see."

The two little ones obediently pulled out their wands and fired out two colored marks.

"Be very careful and never leave the trail."

Before leaving, Hagrid specifically turned around and gave a solemn instruction.

The three soldiers and the dog soldiers divided into two groups. Hagrid took the path on the right alone, while Harry and Hermione walked to the left with Fang.

On the map, Glenn noticed that Quirrell and Voldemort's cursors seemed to leave from the left road.

Nearly half an hour passed, and they went deeper and deeper into the Forbidden Forest. This place seemed to be inaccessible, with many dead branches and leaves blocking the path, and the blood stains on the ground became increasingly dense.

Harry led Fang in front, and Hermione stumbled behind him.

The thorns on both sides of the road grew wildly, almost reaching into the middle of the road.

Fortunately, the weather in April still brought with it a sharp spring chill, especially the humid nights. Therefore, both of them wore thick robes and cloaks.

If she had only worn the short skirt of the Hogwarts school uniform that exposed her calves, Hermione's legs would have been covered in scars by now.

Since Hagrid took another route, the two little ones were less vigilant, and Glenn followed closer.

Ya Ya seemed to have discovered something, and became irritable for no apparent reason, letting out a low growl from his throat.

"etc!"

Harry reached out and stopped Hermione behind him, staring straight ahead.

"Look! There!"

Glenn followed his gaze and saw that there were large blood stains on the tree roots directly in front of him. The poor unicorn had obviously struggled painfully nearby.

A little further away, in the open space behind a thick oak tree, lay a white corpse with a faint halo.

Just the unicorn they were looking for.

Its slender legs still maintained the same posture as when they were kneeling, twisted unnaturally, and their pearly white manes were scattered on the ground, forming a huge contrast with the pitch-black ground, giving it a heartbreakingly poignant beauty.

"Let's send a signal to Hagrid quickly, Harry?" Hermione pulled out her wand and raised it toward the sky.

Harry seemed not to hear and took a step forward, as if he wanted to get closer and take a look.

Hermione wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the sudden appearance of sounds and images.

It was the kind of sound they had heard before, like the sound of a cloak rustling on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the bushes next to the clearing shook, and a hooded figure appeared from the shadows. It looked like a human, but its movements were very inconsistent.

It crawled slowly on the ground, like a wild beast like a jackal or a hyena, slowly approaching the lifeless unicorn.

This is a strange and gloomy picture——

A monster that looked like a human and an animal lowered its head, pointed at the unicorn's wound, and began to drink its blood.

Harry was stunned for a moment and made the most inappropriate move.

He quickly pulled out his wand and fired red sparks into the sky.

His hand speed was too fast, and just as Hermione was about to stop him, sparks flew into the air.

Glenn was speechless. By sending a signal at this time, wasn't it clear that he wanted to reveal his position to the other party?

Sure enough, the figure who was drinking blood with his head lowered suddenly raised his head when he heard the sound of sparks exploding.

It was only then that they were able to truly confirm that it was a person through his appearance.

The unicorn's blood dripped from his mouth and dripped onto the clothes on his chest. The blood stains shone with a faint fluorescence, making it look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

He stood up like a human being and walked slowly towards Harry. The dense branches and leaves above his head blocked the moonlight, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

The coward Ya Ya whimpered, clamped his tail, and ran away quickly.

Hermione also turned pale, subconsciously raised her wand and fired several more red sparks.

"Uh...ah!"

At this moment, Harry suddenly let out a cry of pain, tightly covering the scar on his forehead with both hands, and staggered back a few steps.

According to the original plot, this should be the time for Firenze the Centaur to appear.

However, things are not that simple.

On the system's map interface, Firenze's cursor was still a thousand meters away. Even at the speed of the centaurs, it would take at least a few minutes.

If he really waited for him to come over, I'm afraid the dust would have settled here long ago.

There are only two possible outcomes.

Or, just like in the original work, Quirrell triggers the protection of the Sacrificial Talisman, turns his whole body into ashes, and Voldemort's remnant soul escapes in disgrace.

Or, instead of using physical attacks, he could just gnaw a big melon and send Harry away without learning the skill of dealing with waves...

If it's the first situation, it's okay. Although it disrupts Dumbledore's arrangement, fortunately, the green hills are still there and you don't have to worry about running out of firewood.

In case it's the second kind...

This scene was completely out of control.

Seeing the hooded figure getting closer and closer, Harry was kneeling on the ground in pain, wishing he could bury his head into the ground.

At this time, Firenze and Hagrid were still on their way.

Glenn didn't have much time to weigh the pros and cons, so he picked up two broken branches around him and activated the transformation spell.

This is the magic of master wandless spellcasting - dual-wielding daggers

The branches spun rapidly in the palm of my hand, turning into two metal daggers that shimmered with cold light.

Due to the use of magic, Wind Step's state was interrupted. Fortunately, he was in the dense forest and was not discovered by anyone.

"Fire is raging!" he whispered.

The firelight appeared on the two daggers, which was a fire enchantment.

Glenn looked up again and confirmed Quirrell's position.

Before activating the flash, he was suddenly stunned again.