Even in the History of Magic, Professor Binns mentioned content outside the textbook more frequently.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Quirrell continued to read from the textbook dryly and boringly, occasionally expressing his own opinions, which were also nonsensical. This made many young wizards like Quirrell more.

The only professor who didn't add burden to them!

What a nice person.

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry was writing as fast as the other little wizards.

"Harry, can you lend me your thesis for reference? There's something I don't understand." Hermione leaned over and exclaimed, "What are you doing..."

"A map of the Forbidden Forest." Harry lowered his voice. "The area I have explored so far."

He reached into the Sorting Hat and pulled out a stack of papers: "Which one do you want?"

"Thank you." Hermione took it all without hesitation.

Ron clicked his tongue: "Miss Granger, you have fallen too."

"Shut up!" Hermione glared at him. "I'm not like you. I'm not copying. I'm just referring to it and looking for ideas."

Ron said sarcastically, clicking his tongue even louder.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and waved her wand threateningly.

Ron immediately shut up and held down the paper belonging to Hermione that was in front of him.

When night fell, Harry put on his invisibility cloak and headed for the Forbidden Forest again.

There was still a large area of ​​unexplored areas, many of which he had marked as extremely dangerous - such as the territory of the eight-eyed spider. Unless he searched the entire Forbidden Forest and failed to find the Bicorn, he would never venture there.

Just deep into the woods.

A strong smell of blood rushed into my nose with the wind, mixed with the sour fragrance of grass.

It's the smell of unicorns.

Is it hurt?

Harry was a little surprised, this kind of creature... although classified as "4X", it doesn't mean that they are as easy to deal with as trolls. They are just very docile, and even to men, they mostly just drive them away and rarely hurt them.

What creature can do that?

Two-horned beast?

This cursed creature that feeds on kindness and justice seems very likely and powerful enough to attack the unicorn.

He pulled the cloak tighter around his neck and quickly found the first bloodstain.

Silvery white, as bright as moonlight, scattered on the ground - the blood of this holy creature made Harry dare not reach out and touch it. A strong sense of malice came from the blood, making him subconsciously stay away from it.

Follow the blood.

There were shrill cries of horses and waves of wailing.

Behind the bushes, a unicorn with both legs broken was struggling hard. A milky white holy light was surging from its horns, shining brightly, but its breath of life was becoming increasingly withered.

In front of it, a black-robed wizard waved his wand, and vines slowly gathered around it, tied around its neck, and hung it up.

Harry frowned slightly.

There are many ways to kill a unicorn, why use such a cruel method?

He raised his wand, pointed it at the black-robed wizard, and chanted the spell: "Repel at full speed!"

Repel spell!

Invisible magic power surged and shot towards the man like an arrow.

The black-robed wizard reacted quickly. Almost instantly, he moved his left hand and an iron shield covered his body, deflecting the spell.

The vine that was hanging the unicorn was not disturbed at all. It went higher and higher, and its breath became weaker and weaker.

"Who!" The black-robed wizard turned around and spoke in a stern tone, but he did not cast any spell. He still had to maintain his magic power. In his heart, nothing was more important than killing a unicorn.

Harry raised his wand again, not at the wizard, but at the vines - and they shattered into pieces!

The vines are cut.

The unicorn hit the ground hard.

It was barely breathing and whimpering softly, but it was still alive...

Failed to kill!

This angered the black-robed wizard. He waved his wand, aimed it at the bushes where the spell came from, and shouted sharply, "Hellfire."

The fierce fire curse!

The black flames surged, devouring the bushes, spreading at an extremely fast speed, covering the sky and earth, and surging.

Harry, who had already dodged to the side, felt his heart pounding.

What kind of flame is this?

The evil smell almost made him vomit.

This powerful spell was also a burden to the black-robed wizard, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

"He's not there, idiot!" Suddenly, Harry heard another voice, hoarse, rough, and furious, "Don't look for that student who wanders around at night!"

"Quick, let me drink blood."

The black-robed wizard's voice became weak: "Master, it's not dead yet..."

"The curse isn't strong enough, but it's OK. If Dumbledore comes, I won't be able to escape now!" The hoarse voice made Harry's scar ache slightly. "As long as I recover a little strength, it will be fine."

The black-robed wizard slowly leaned down and bit the unicorn's neck. This holy beast, which had just recovered some strength, could only whine at this moment.

Let your blood be sucked by this man.

The fierce fire gathered into a circle, surrounding him.

Harry raised his wand and shot two brilliant green sparks into the air.

"It's there!" A hoarse voice sounded, becoming a little more powerful. The black-robed wizard obediently raised his wand, and the fierce fire condensed into a ball and pounced in that direction.

But it still came to nothing.

"Idiot, use the Disillusionment Charm, the potion, or the Invisibility Cloak." He cursed hoarsely, "If you can't see him, you are no match for him!"

The black-robed wizard reacted and raised his wand high: "Stop the curse immediately!"

Powerful magical power surges.

The rolling black fire waves froze and gradually died down. The wind whistled and leaves rustled all around, as if time had stopped.

But still no one showed up.

It's not a magic effect.

That is... the invisibility cloak.

"Hurricane Sweep!" He chanted the spell again. With him as the center, a strong wind surged up, blowing and raging. After all, the invisibility cloak is a cloak, and this is the best spell to deal with it.

but……

There was no one in sight.

"Behind you, idiot!" a hoarse voice cursed.

Too late!

Harry lifted his cloak and pointed his wand at the black-robed wizard, but did not cast a spell. He just held the wand with his middle finger and kept the other four fingers open.

Alder Seal!

The black-robed wizard reacted very quickly and cast an armor spell to protect himself - but it was useless! This was not a spell. His body was hit hard by a wild bull and he fell uncontrollably.

Harry drew his sword and stabbed hard.

Puff——

Blood was gushing out from the waist and abdomen.

He was about to stab with the second sword, aiming at the head, ready to execute him.

After all, the black-robed wizard was not some ugly guy from the Magic and Drama Academy. He reacted quickly and waved his wand. His robe twisted and the edges stretched out, turning into a sharp, withered hand that reached out and grabbed Harry's wrist.

Dead dead.

This made it difficult for him to stab with the second sword immediately.

And at this moment, the person under the robe turned into a puff of smoke, floated away and disappeared into the dark forest.

The magic power dissipated, and those withered hands turned back into robes and fell to the ground.

Escaped.

Harry was on guard, hunched over with his sword, waving his wand in one hand and chanting a spell. His robes fluttered around him, circling around the land burned by the fierce fire.

In the distance, there were heavy footsteps, barking dogs, the trampling of horses' hooves, and - a powerful magical power that should have disappeared but suddenly emerged.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light suddenly appeared in the dense forest.

All that was left in Harry's eyes was a green light, and all that was left in his senses was death, but he was prepared. He rolled over, but the Killing Curse missed, and he fell to the ground, where it exploded violently, raising a piece of dirt as big as a head.

Are you so unwilling to accept being stabbed by yourself?

The footsteps were closer and more chaotic.

The kerosene lamp lit up, and Hagrid's stern voice said, "Who's there - Harry?"

"Harry, why are you here?"

"What's going on?"

Harry tilted his head and said, "I'll explain it to you later. First, see if this unicorn can be saved."

Hagrid squatted down and checked its injuries. After just one look, he angrily shouted, "Who dared to do this to it?"

"Oh my god, look at the injuries on it, and on its neck--"

His words suddenly choked, and there were teeth marks, teeth marks piercing through his skin.

"Someone is drinking unicorn blood?" he said in horror.

Harry nodded and continued to be on guard: "Well, I saw him drink it with my own eyes, or rather they drank it."

"Who?" Hagrid asked.

Harry shook his head and said nothing: "Let's go, we have to see Dumbledore."

Hagrid picked up the unicorn, and the creature, which had been greatly frightened tonight, struggled hard.

"Good boy, don't be afraid." Hagrid patted its belly and comforted it. "I'm taking you back to heal your wounds. Believe me, we've met before, haven't we?"

Harry couldn't help but glance sideways: "Do you know it?"

"I've met a group of unicorns in the Forbidden Forest several times, and even helped take care of their newborn cubs." Hagrid felt proud when he talked about this.

The unicorn gradually calmed down.

Harry slowly approached his Invisibility Cloak: "Let's go, he probably won't have the courage to..."

He didn't finish his words.

Another killing curse.

Green light shot towards Harry -

Hagrid's eyes widened. "No!"

Harry did not let his guard down. He rolled on the ground again and dodged it once again.

"Unforgivable Curse!" Hagrid's voice trembled. He looked towards the direction where the curse came from. "Who is it?"

Harry waved his hand: "Go!"

He caught the man's scent—dirty, rancid, and reeking of blood and kidneys.

If I were twenty years old now, I would definitely take him down.

But not now.

I am only eleven years old, and some things...have to be resolved by the "adults".

The Killing Curse did not appear again. That was his last attempt. They carefully left the Forbidden Forest. Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak again. They both breathed a sigh of relief when they entered the castle.

Go straight to the principal's office.

After the statue at the door finished its message, the two of them saw Dumbledore wearing a star-crescent robe, holding a cup of...almost syrupy drink in his hand.

"Hagrid, and Harry." Dumbledore yawned, "It's not a good idea to disturb the sleep of an old man like this."

"Especially you, Harry. The little wizard should be lying in bed at this time."

Harry said without mercy: "The old wizard shouldn't be holding sugar water at this time."

Hagrid interrupted them in panic, "Professor Dumbledore, you know there have been some attacks on unicorns in the Forbidden Forest recently. I was on patrol when I suddenly saw a spell shooting in the sky, so I rushed over."

"Just see Harry!"

"A dying unicorn."

"And there's a dark wizard who cast the Killing Curse on Harry!"

The killing curse?!

Dumbledore's face turned serious.