HP Approaches the Magic World

Tuesday, eleven o'clock at night.

Harry, Hermione and Neville gathered in the common room. The three of them were going to finish their confinement, but Ron didn't have to, so they took a moment to say goodbye to Ron and went downstairs to the foyer. Filch was already waiting.

There it is - and Malfoy.

Harry had almost forgotten that Malfoy also had to be placed in solitary confinement, and the three of them didn't look good on Malfoy, the culprit.

Malfoy naturally glared back without showing any signs of weakness, but Filch didn't have time to play such childish games with them.

"Okay," Filch said with a cold face, "come with me."

He lit a lantern and led Harry and the others out, "I think you should think twice if you want to violate school rules in the future, right?"

Neither Harry nor Malfoy wanted to talk to Filch, so no one spoke to him. Filch was just talking to himself.

"Oh, yes...if you ask me, I have to say that hard work and hardship are the best teachers...It's a shame they did away with the old-fashioned punishment of the past...hang you by your wrists and hang you

It hangs from the ceiling for several days.

I still have those chains in my office, and I oil them regularly. Maybe they will come in handy one day... Okay, let's go, don't even think about escaping. If you run away, you won't get any good results.

"

They strode across the dark field. It was still a bit cold in the summer night. I didn't know if he had a cold, but Neville kept sniffling.

Harry had no idea what punishment they would receive - no doubt it would be terrible and severe, otherwise Filch's tone would not be so cheerful.

...He felt that Filch was a little twisted.

The moonlight was very bright tonight, but clouds kept coming over to block the moon's light, plunging them into darkness. But that was okay - at least Harry could clearly see the reflections of Hagrid's hut.

Lighted windows.

Then, they heard a shout from afar.

"Is that you, Filch? Come on, I'm leaving."

Harry's heart suddenly became joyful: after all, if they were going to work with Hagrid, then the situation wouldn't be too bad. Hagrid would probably protect him...

He must have shown this relief on his face, because then he heard Filch say to him: "You probably thought you were going to have a good time with that idiot, right?

Think about it again, kid - you are going to the Forbidden Forest! If you can come out safe and sound, I will be wrong."

After hearing this, Harry had no reaction, but Neville couldn't help but snorted, and Malfoy suddenly stopped moving forward.

"Forbidden Forest?"

He continued, his voice far less calm than usual, "We can't go into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night - there's everything in there, and I heard there are werewolves."

Neville grabbed Harry's sleeve tightly and let out a choked sob.

"Then you can only blame yourself, right?" Filch's voice was joyful, "You should have thought of these werewolves before you got into trouble, right?"

Hagrid strode towards them from the darkness, Fang following behind. Hagrid was carrying his huge crossbow and a fully loaded quiver on his shoulder.

"It's almost time," he said in a muffled voice, "I've been waiting for half an hour, how long do you plan to wait?"

Then he turned to Harry and Hermione and asked a few concerned questions.

"You shouldn't be so polite to them, Hagrid," Filch said coldly, looking at the hybrid giant. "After all, they are here to be punished."

"That's why you're late, isn't it?"

Hagrid frowned at Filch and said, he looked very fierce and capable of bluffing: "Keep teaching them a lesson, huh?

Filch, this is not your place to lecture.

Your mission is completed, from now on, they are in my charge."

"I'll be back at daybreak," Filch said viciously, "to pick up their remains."

Not far from where they met, a figure shrouded in darkness stared silently. In front of him, a quill pen and parchment, also shrouded in invisible, were suspended in the air, writing vigorously.

It's Jon.

His current state is semi-hidden. This magic is very complex. It combines the single-target defense magic [Mobile Fortress] and the Disguise Charm to achieve a similar effect to the moving and loyal loyalty spell.

If only in terms of function, then this magic is still very good, but the conditions for use are a bit too strict. Take Jon himself as an example. He has improved his magic level so much and trained for so long.

The single-body magic is still not perfect.

Even now, he only relies on the cover of dark conditions to achieve the effect of concealing himself. If it is daytime, then a wizard with a little experience will discover the magic distortion existing around him.

As for Jon himself, he found that such magic distortion also needed Ravenclaw's glasses as an aid.

After all, compared with those experienced wizards, he is still too young.

The conversation between Hagrid, Harry and his group did not last long, and soon they left and headed towards the Forbidden Forest.

Jon followed far behind, because Hagrid and the others didn't speak while walking, so there was no need to record.

Moreover, Jon was very familiar with the path Hagrid and his companions took.

The narrow path that gradually enters the depths of the dense forest will split into two not far away. One of them will branch after a short distance, which is the road to his training ground.

He walks there every day.

But today's night was obviously unusual. Even the wind blowing in the air smelled of blood.

Jon naturally knew what it was, because he felt it when the two unicorns died in the Forbidden Forest.

The magical fluctuations surrounding Voldemort's appearance were so strong that it was difficult for Jon not to notice them.

The only problem is that the unicorns that Voldemort hunted were not unicorns in their prime. Perhaps it was because unicorns in their prime were unable to hunt in their current state. In short, all those who died in the past two days were unicorns.

The elderly unicorn in the colony who was supposed to die.

If there was no Voldemort, then these unicorns would probably appear in the cemeteries of the unicorn tribe before they died, and then after death, leave their hair and some materials, waiting for Hagrid to collect them, and then send them to Austria.

Levander's Wand Shop.

The hunting ground at Hogwarts is called the hunting ground for a reason.