The range of activity of organisms will not change much when the environment hardly changes.

The two-horned beasts still appear in those locations.

even……

Harry also found a pile of very fresh feces, which was excreted no more than a day ago, enough to find it by following the smell.

But he didn't act immediately. Before hunting, he had to make adequate preparations.

Gryffindor Common Room.

Hermione got up early and saw Harry, who was writing quickly at the table. "What are you working on? Is this the homework assigned by Professor Flitwick?"

"Thinking about Bicorn lures." Harry shook his head.

Hermione sat down. "Have you found them?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, "I found some traces last night, and it looks like there's only one, so I plan to make some bait and set some traps."

Hermione poked her head over. She seemed to have taken a bath last night and her hair had a faint scent of mistletoe.

The two names written at the top on the parchment caught people's attention.

"oh……"

"Professor Snape, Mr. Weasley, are you planning to consult them?"

"But wouldn't it be too obvious to ask Professor Snape?"

Harry deadpanned, "I was wondering if I could use them as bait."

Hermione looked up at him in horror.

"Bicorns like loyal men the most." Harry explained, "They are all qualified and powerful. They are not unable to deal with a Bicorn."

So that’s how it is…

Hermione exhaled and nodded. It made sense.

"But Professor Snape will probably try to put a fecal stone in my head." Harry spread his hands. "Mr. Weasley is also very busy. I don't want to trouble him."

"Unicorn hair, rose, lily..." Hermione read the words under the names, a little confused, "The medicinal properties of these ingredients don't seem to be very integrated?"

"They all have symbolic meanings." Harry pointed at the words, "loyalty, love, perseverance..."

"Symbols often contain magic." Hermione recited a passage from Lily's notebook - and after this sentence, it was "When dealing with these symbolic materials, the technique and mood should be as consistent as possible with the symbolism of the material. When the symbolism is violated, the magic of the material will often weaken or even disappear."

Harry nodded.

Hermione discussed with him that girls always knew more about the language of flowers than boys.

Lily is not suitable.

Its flower language is more inclined towards loyalty and dignity, and it implies more the feelings between the monarch and his subjects.

Red roses symbolize passionate love.

But for a creature like the Bicorn, perhaps the white rose, which symbolizes pure love, is more likely to attract it.

Until half past eight.

They are still trying to determine what materials will be available.

Ron ran out of the dormitory in a panic, rolling and crawling: "It's over, it's over, Harry didn't call me, I'm late--"

Before he finished shouting, his eyes wandered to Hermione and Harry, who were sitting in the lounge with a relaxed look on their faces. His upper body froze, but his lower body kept running forward subconsciously. He stumbled and fell to the ground, stammering, "You... why are you still here?"

"The first period starts at nine o'clock, and there's still more than half an hour left." Hermione put down her pen, "But it's time to get ready."

"It's almost ten o'clock now!" Ron screamed, his voice mixed with a bit of frustration. "It's over, Hermione got the time wrong too..."

Harry closed his notebook and said, "I set your alarm clock one hour earlier. You always said that you felt tired when you woke up in the morning. Are you feeling better now?"

"Harry." Ron was stunned, feeling aggrieved. "I thought I was going to be late on the first day. This is such a joke..."

"Isn't it interesting?" Harry's hat tipped over his waist, lifting his robes.

"Was it your idea, Mr. Hat?" Ron's eyes turned dangerous.

The Sorting Hat said confidently: "Of course, our dear Harry doesn't have such a rich sense of humor."

Ron clenched his fists.

The hat retracted its tip and hummed a cheerful tune. It was fearless - it was hanging on Harry's waist, and it didn't believe Ron could take revenge on it.

The first day of school at Hogwarts is Wednesday.

Compared to the first year, the schedule was much fuller, with a Charms class at 9 o'clock - Professor Flitwick looked a little haggard, visibly, but his teaching quality did not decline.

After the Charms class, they had a half-hour break, and then Potions class was waiting for them at noon.

After experiencing the familiar and long-lost "Harry Potter deducts two points!" segment, the little lions of Gryffindor finally had a feeling of returning to Hogwarts.

In the afternoon we have History of Magic.

The little lions and eagles were drowsy - most of them were like Ron, who was too excited last night and slept very late, and struggled to get up.

By three o'clock, the day's classes were completely over.

"I've got it!" Hermione looked up and exclaimed in sudden realization on the way to the hall.

"What have you thought of for dinner?" Ron asked. "I hope we can have lamb chops today..."

Hermione was dissatisfied: "No, not for food."

"It's a love potion."

Ron paused and looked at Harry: "Hey, I don't think it was a wise choice for you to drug Harry, and you shouldn't have said it in front of him."

"No, not for Harry!" Hermione blushed and glared at Ron fiercely.

"That's fake love..." Harry frowned.

Hermione shook her head. "But it behaves very much like the real thing, strong, warm, and loyal. And I read in a book that everyone will smell the scent that attracts them the most."

"This might be useful."

Harry mused, "But it requires Fire Ash Snake Eggs, which is also a forbidden material."

The recipe for the love potion is in "Powerful Potion".

"No need to go through so much trouble." Hermione cheered up, "I can get it. I mean, some senior students have it in their hands."

"Carry aphrodisiacs at all times?" Harry looked strange.

Hermione explained dryly, "You know, when it comes to love, there will always be witches who will do anything to get what they want."

Ron still didn't understand: "Who are you going to drug? Him or her?"

“I don’t think this is a good thing.”

"Especially the two of you are together..."

"That's it!" Hermione gritted her teeth, "Bicorn, have you forgotten Harry's trial?"

Ron suddenly understood and slapped his thigh: "But why do we need love potions? Oh, Harry, you can't be..."

He seemed to be thinking of some terrible scene, and his expression became ferocious.

"It seems that our Mr. Weasley needs to learn some lessons." Hermione continued to grit her teeth, "While we were trying to figure out a solution for this matter, what was Mr. Weasley thinking about?"

"Can we have lamb chops tonight?" Harry added.

Ron lowered his head, his face flushed, and he muttered, "What's wrong with lamb chops!"

"Harry, you said yesterday that you wanted to eat French food."

They soon arrived at the auditorium.

After doing homework for a while, it’s time for dinner.

As expected, Ron's most anticipated French-style lamb chops appeared on the plate. He ate three of them, patted his stomach, and returned to the common room with Harry and the others.

Hermione was teased by a group of senior schoolmates, her face flushed, and she took out a small bottle of potion, which was placed in a slender-necked medicine bottle. It was shining with a pearly luster, and a spiral of misty steam lingered around the mouth of the bottle.

"Thank you." Harry took it and stuffed it into the Sorting Hat.

Ron looked at the group of senior students who were whispering and looking over from time to time, and was a little curious: "Hermione, what excuse do you use..."

"Don't ask!" Hermione's face turned even redder and she slammed the table angrily.

Ron shivered and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Hermione looks very tough today.

"George." Harry waved towards the two men playing wizard chess by the fireplace. "Do you know where the kitchen is?"

George immediately overturned the chessboard.

The chess pieces cried out in surprise.

"Hey, Harry, you can't do this, he's about to lose!" Fred picked up the chess piece with a dissatisfied tone.

George pretended not to hear him and ran over: "You want to know where the kitchen is?"

Harry nodded.

"It's right below the auditorium," George introduced. "If you follow the underground corridor, you'll find a painting with hanging fruits."

"Just reach out and tickle the pear, and it will open the kitchen door for you." Fred followed over, grabbed the chess piece, and tried to stuff it into George's mouth. This was their bet, while adding, "The house elves inside are very welcoming."

"Whatever you want, they will satisfy you."

"And I won't tell the professor."

"House elves!" Hermione exclaimed, "How could there be such a dangerous creature in the castle?"

"Danger?" The Weasley brothers were stunned.

"Why would Miss Granger say that?" George was a little confused. "I don't think I've ever seen a book that says they are dangerous?"

Hermione shook her head, upset at the mention of this: "No, not in the book, it's during the summer vacation."

"Harry meets a house-elf that causes him a lot of trouble."

"So many of my letters have been confiscated!"

Ron echoed, "And mine, I lost a Potions paper and was going to ask Harry to look at it for me."

"House elves won't do anything other than what their masters tell them to do." Fred frowned. "It looks like someone is targeting you, Harry."

George also looked serious: "I suggest you tell the professor that their Apparition is annoying."

"You can even Apparate in Hogwarts."

Harry waved his hands: "Relax, it has been caught by Professor Flitwick a long time ago, the matter has been resolved."

"Don't worry." George said easily, "The house-elves in the kitchen are all from Hogwarts. Perhaps, Harry, you should have noticed? We have all signed a contract with the castle."

"When we were in the castle, we were their masters."

“You can use them with confidence.”

"No house-elf can harm the master."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

She was very worried that another elf like Dobby would appear.

Ron's mind wandered: "Then can I tell the elves what I want to eat tomorrow, and they will prepare it for me?"

"Yes," George nodded, "every Hufflepuff does that."

"But they rarely tell anyone." Fred shook his head.

"Maybe he's worried that if more people know about it, the professor will ban it?"

"Besides, isn't it interesting not to know what we're going to eat tomorrow?"