Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

To be honest, Avada is really a little nervous - ever since he mastered the End of the World Curse, he has never used the methods of sneaking under the Illusion Body Curse, so he is already a bit dexterous.

But just in time, this can make him more like a rookie who is experiencing the Disguise Spell for the first time, ensuring that the disguise is flawless...

The Forbidden Forest looked quiet and strange at night. The wild weeds and branches became a bit more ferocious under the moonlight. The entire forest seemed like a beast that was quietly lurking and preying on people. Only the remaining The shrill cries of owls and distant roars from the depths of the Forbidden Forest are used to warn people of hidden dangers.

In this atmosphere, and thinking about what to do next, Avada couldn't help but become nervous. He stepped carefully, trying not to touch the bushes and dead branches, while trying his best to suppress his breathing. Only when his hand touched the package through his clothes could he feel a little more at ease.

"look."

Quirrell's voice was lowered just enough for him to hear: "That's the unicorn."

Avada turned to look in the direction of Quirrell's finger. I saw a silver-white, horse-like beautiful animal lying quietly in a clearing with few trees. It exudes a pearl-like luster, its mane is shining in the moonlight, and there is a straight horn on its head. At this moment, it is elegantly gnawing on some kind of herb growing on the ground.

"Use the Imperius Curse on it to make it come over." Quirrell ordered.

"It's too far, I'm afraid..."

"You can't get any closer, otherwise it will alert it. Master said you can do it."

"..."

Avada's breathing became a little faster, and the hand holding the wand trembled a little. It took a long time before it became a little more stable, and it was probably pointing at the unicorn's body. Avada whispered the spell in a trembling voice:

"The soul leaves the body."

Just like usual, an invisible thread extended from Avada's wand and penetrated into the unicorn's mind. He suddenly felt that he could control all the unicorn's actions.

'Come here...come here...'

The unicorn stood up with misty eyes and staggered towards the location of the two of them, stopping only a few meters away from them.

"very good."

Voldemort's voice came directly from the back of Quirrell's head: "You know what to do, Quirrell."

"Yes, Master."

Quirrell took two steps forward, and the wand in his hand extended a blue sharp blade. As he waved his arm, he slashed hard at the unicorn's neck, but was blocked by a sudden layer of silver light. down. But that sharp blade seemed to have special properties. Under its pressure, the silver light gradually began to vibrate unsettlingly, as if it would collapse at the next moment...

Avada pinched the package nervously and narrowed her eyes while looking at the two tit-for-tat magics.

He wouldn't be able to understand the principle of the silver-white light for a while, but that blue light blade... seemed to be a variant of the Killing Curse?

No, it's not so much a mutation as it is a weakening... The Killing Curse can instantly destroy the vitality structure of a creature and cause immediate death. However, although this light blade can also directly destroy the vitality, it cannot be as instant as the Killing Curse. lethal.

boom!

Finally, under the pressure of the blue light blade, the silver light could no longer hold up and turned into light particles all over the sky and shattered. Then Quirrell quickly put away the blue light blade, replaced it with an ordinary cutting spell, and stabbed it into the unicorn's neck, and silver blood spurted out instantly. The beautiful creature immediately let out a shrill scream, and the huge pain caused it to break free from the control of the Imperius Curse, but it was too late - its limbs twitched desperately, trying to muster the strength to escape, but failed Being tightly bound by Quirrell, unable to move...

"Now."

Voldemort ordered softly. Quirrell, while restraining the unicorn, lowered his head and began to drink the gushing blood directly at the wound. During this period, the unicorn's struggle became increasingly weak...

"alright."

Voldemort's voice sounded a little more energetic, no longer as soft as before: "Well done, Ken. If you weren't here, Quirrell would probably have to fight it and cause quite a scene. Movement can solve it... He can't cast two spells at the same time by himself."

"That's it for today. I need some time to digest these powers... We can go back."

"Wait, Professor."

Avada quickly asked: "I also want to collect some unicorn blood and take it back for research, is that okay? This is an unprecedented material, and it might be able to brew a very powerful potion..."

"Whatever, this beast is going to die soon... Quirrell, leave him a Disillusionment Charm."

"...Yes, Master."

After the familiar cold feeling enveloped his whole body again, Avada watched Quirrell's figure completely disappear into the dense forest. He immediately squatted down and opened the package that he had been caressing for a long time - inside were two One of the bottles was empty, but the other was filled with some kind of silver-white potion.

He first took the empty bottle and really caught some blood, then immediately poured half of the other bottle of potion on the unicorn's wound, poured the other half directly into its mouth, and then took out his wand and pointed it at the unicorn's wound. There was a shocking and hideous wound, and a mantra was whispered in a low voice...

Soon, under the dual effects of potions and spells, the wound gradually stopped bleeding and healed, and the unicorn's originally dim eyes seemed to regain a little sparkle...

"Great, useful..."

Seeing that the unicorn's condition was gradually stabilizing, Avada breathed a sigh of relief - as expected, he went to Hagrid every now and then to beg to see the unicorn with his own eyes, and also begged for some unicorn horns and hair. I went to the library to look for books on caring for unicorns, and it took me several weeks to concoct a unicorn-specific healing potion.

During this period, he was often disliked by the unicorns - these guys were very aloof, which meant they could be a little friendly to Hagrid.

And luckily Quirrell used an ordinary cutting spell instead of the blue black magic when he cut open the unicorn's neck. He was probably afraid of contaminating the blood - if it had been that magic, he would have been helpless. .

"Eh..."

The unicorn lying on its side let out a weak groan, but at least it could make a sound.

"My life was saved, but you lost a lot of blood. Even with my magic potion, you will be weak for a while...can you still stand up?"

Avada carefully used a floating spell to reduce the weight of the unicorn and helped it stand up unsteadily. Its four legs were still dangling, but it still tried its best to turn around and lower its head towards Avada - this should be a sign of gratitude?

It shouldn't know that it was itself the one who cast the Imperius Curse on it just now, right?

"Go back, tell your companions, stay away from here, stay away from Hogwarts, that guy will come again..."

Avada felt that the unicorn's condition seemed to be getting better, so she whispered softly in its ear while slowly reducing the intensity of the floating spell until it was completely lifted. After making sure that the unicorn could stand firm on its own, Avada slowly left. Finally he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not bad. At least I was rescued and I got a bottle of unicorn blood for nothing... You can take out some of this bottle of blood, mix it with soil and give it to Hagrid. Just say it was found in the Forbidden Forest and let him Be more vigilant in advance, hoping to prevent Voldemort from regaining his strength as much as possible."

"But how should I explain my trespassing into the Forbidden Forest..."

"Forget it, it's already commonplace. At worst, help him take care of Norbert."

Avada put away her wand and was about to walk back under the illusion spell left by Quirrell, when she suddenly heard a sound breaking through the air——

"Cuckoo!"

A big brown owl passed by a few meters above his head, and dropped a letter with its claws loosened, and it drifted down to Avada's feet.

"This owl looks familiar...wait, isn't this the one I used to deliver the package to Dumbledore half a day ago?!"

"Dumbledore replied? Didn't even change the owl?"

He quickly picked up the letter, made sure there was no messy tricks inside, opened the envelope, and read the contents of the letter in the moonlight.