Harry Potter's Dharma

That night, the moon was bright, but because of the clouds that floated by, the darkness was not so clear.

Zheng Fan followed behind Quirrell at a distance. The two of them had cast a spell to make themselves invisible, so they looked like two ghosts as they walked.

Quirrell kept looking back, but Zheng Fan did not mind. He was following Quirrell with Eagle Vision, so there was no way Quirrell could see him. There were many obstacles between them.

When they were about to leave the castle, Quirrell suddenly raised his wand and knocked on his head.

In the next moment, he disappeared.

In Zheng Fan's Eagle Vision, the red figure that represented Quirrell suddenly became translucent.

"Illusion spell. It seems like Voldemort is going to do something dangerous."

Zheng Fan stopped. Voldemort was quite troublesome at this time. As a top wizard, Voldemort's spells were not as easy to deal with as Rush's and the others', even if he was in an extremely weak state.

At this moment, Zheng Fan suddenly noticed that the direction Voldemort was heading in was a bit strange.

He was actually heading towards the Forbidden Forest!

Should I say that Voldemort was indeed a bold and foolish person? There were many terrifying magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest at night, including werewolves and monsters. Under normal circumstances, no one would be willing to enter the Forbidden Forest alone at night, whether it was a professor or a student.

Zheng Fan could not help but be curious. What was Voldemort doing in the Forbidden Forest at this time?

Going for a picnic?

Well, that was impossible.

Zheng Fan thought for a while and decided to follow him.

As he walked, Zheng Fan also cast a Illusion spell on himself. He was not unfamiliar with this spell. When he was memorizing Standard Spells – Advanced Level, he had memorized this spell before, so it was quite easy to use.

The Forbidden Forest was dark and silent. Quirrell walked in front, and Zheng Fan followed behind him. They walked like this for more than ten minutes. Just when Zheng Fan was about to think that Voldemort was really taking a stroll.

Suddenly, a life form appeared in the range of Eagle Vision.

It was completely different from all the creatures Zheng Fan had seen before. It looked like a horse, but it wasn't. It had a single horn on its forehead, and the most unique thing about it was that it was silver in color.

Zheng Fan had seen many different kinds of magical creatures before, and all of them had the same color symbol as humans. They were either blue, orange, or red, depending on the level of hostility. This was the first time he had seen a silver one.

"System, what does the silver unit represent in Eagle Eye Vision?"

"Absolutely neutral units. This kind of creature often has special abilities. It is not recommended for the host to be enemies with silver creatures!" The system's reply was concise and comprehensive. Zheng Fan showed an expression of understanding.

He guessed what it was.

Unicorn.

This was a mystical creature that was rarely seen even in the Sorcerer World. There were only a few places where large groups of wild unicorns lived. Their entire body was a treasure. Their horns could be used to make magic potions, their tail hair could be used to make magic wands, and their hooves and bones could be used to make magic potions. They were the favorite materials of countless Sorcerers.

However, the most precious and famous part of them was not these.

The most miraculous thing about the unicorn was its blood. Its blood could prolong a person's life. Even if the person was on the verge of death and couldn't move, as long as he drank a mouthful of the unicorn's blood, he could prolong his life.

Although the blood carried a curse, and those who drank the unicorn's blood would not have a good ending, in order to preserve their lives, the curse was nothing.

Zheng Fan finally understood why Voldemort had come to the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night.

Before obtaining the Sorcerer's Stone, Voldemort, this parasite, was about to die. In order to hold on until the day he obtained the Sorcerer's Stone, Voldemort planned to drink the unicorn's blood.

Just as he thought of this, Zheng Fan was speechless. In the range of Eagle Vision, another uninvited guest had entered.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a huge figure was slowly walking in.

Zheng Fan did not even need to look at the color symbol to know that this big guy was Hagrid. Other than him, no one else in Hogwarts had such a body. Hagrid was holding a huge crossbow in his hand. At first glance, one could tell that it was powerful. He was probably on routine patrol. He also had the responsibility of the Forbidden Forest's caretaker.

Just as Zheng Fan looked at Hagrid, a blood-red circle of light appeared above Voldemort's head.

Zheng Fan subconsciously wanted to defend himself, but then he realized that the attack was not directed at him. Otherwise, his Eagle Vision would have warned him.

Voldemort's notoriety was so bad that even though he was in an extremely weak state and did not pose much of a threat to Zheng Fan, he still subconsciously raised his guard against him.

A green light flashed, and Voldemort's Death Curse easily took away the unicorn's life. In this world, Death Curses were simply too hard to break. It was said that a wizard once researched the Death Curse Vest. It was a very bloated garment, and there were dozens of white mice stuffed in the interlayer. When the enemy's Death Curse hit, the white mice could be used as substitutes for 847 dead people.

When he heard the introduction of this "godly equipment", Zheng Fan felt goosebumps. He didn't want to walk around wearing a white mouse. The picture was too beautiful. He didn't dare to look.

Voldemort put down the unicorn and rushed over without hesitation. He lay on the ground, cut open the unicorn's skin with a knife, and drank the silver blood in big mouthfuls.

Looking at this scene, Zheng Fan snorted.

Such a good material was wasted by you just like that.

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To be honest, except for the weekend, this book was squeezed out every day by fighting sleepiness and tiredness. It was so uncomfortable when I got up during the day.

I can't help a little flaw. After all, it's my first time writing a book. There are a lot of things that are difficult to take care of.

I hope everyone can be more tolerant. Just be happy. Isn't it good to have less pressure and more happiness?

If you like it, just praise it. If you don't like it, just ignore it. My writing skills are really limited. Don't have so high expectations for me, okay?