patience.

It is the most important part of hunting.

The scent of love is in the forbidden forest, spreading with the wind.

There are many creatures coming and going, attracted by flesh and blood.

The hungry wolves greedily gnawed at the fattest stomach.

The dull-furred fox was stealing leg meat from the cracks.

Wild dogs and cats can only grab a piece and take it away. They are not qualified to eat at the "dining table".

These creatures live in extraordinary harmony, with no fighting or disputes.

They tacitly enjoyed this heaven-sent delicious meal.

They are the beasts at the top of the food chain, but in this forest, they are only "prey".

They were not even able to enjoy this delicious meal. Before they had enjoyed it for long, an old wolf let out a panicked howl towards the sky, and the wolves immediately fled with their tails between their legs, leaving behind a field of scattered claw marks and half a dead cow.

The centaurs came over.

They also smell the scent of love potions.

In previous trips to the Forbidden Forest, Harry had met these guys who claimed to be the protectors of the Forbidden Forest many times, but they never said hello - Hagrid had said that the centaurs hated humans very much, even if they would be more tolerant towards cubs.

Staying away from unnecessary dangers is the most important rule of survival.

The leader looked at the stars and sighed deeply.

He did not move the cow on the ground, but turned around and left with his people.

They seemed to have come specifically to drive away the wild beasts.

Wait till late at night.

Da da da——

The sound of crisp hooves came from far away, and a bloated, fat creature walked cautiously out of the bushes. The target that Harry had been waiting for for a long time finally appeared.

It greedily sniffed the rich scent in the air.

Pure and loyal love!

But when it saw the source of the smell - a completely eaten cow carcass, the creature tilted its head in confusion, as cows did not seem to be the kind of creatures that could be very loyal in love.

Maybe there are exceptions.

It is rare to find meals like this that suit your taste, even in the castle outside the forest.

It walked over, lowered its head and licked the blood.

The taste in my mouth is a little off.

It hesitated, then licked the second time, heading towards the part where the scent of love was the strongest.

This time it's confirmed.

Fake!

This is not love!

False, ugly, and forged to deceive oneself.

The two-horned beast roared angrily, raised its hooves, and vented its anger by crushing the cow's carcass into pieces.

This is the best time!

Harry finally took action, took out a potion bottle from under his robes and threw it at him. With a snap, the bottle shattered, and the dirty gray potion inside splashed out and fell on his fat and swollen body. In an instant, dense scabies appeared on his skin - Neville's failed potion.

The strange feeling on his skin made the Bicorn cry out in pain.

Harry continued to wave his wand, and there were a few whooshes -

The vines tied around the cow are like snakes, entwining it and restricting its movements.

"Clear spring water!"

"Frosty and cold!"

A few more spells were cast.

When water is poured onto it, it quickly freezes into solid ice, further strengthening the binding effect.

The two-horned beast struggled hard, screaming in panic, and magic power began to gather on its horns, like black mist, heavy with an ominous aura.

"Relax!" Harry cast another spell.

And made fingerprints.

"Igni!"

Lava snakes wrapped around its neck, burning its skin.

Harry put on a layer of golden Quin shield, then took off his invisibility cloak, drew his sword, and rushed forward.

However, the Bicorn had been waiting for this moment.

Seeing the figure appear, the black magic on the horn immediately shot towards Harry -

Harry rolled sideways, prepared for it, but the curse would turn, chasing Harry, and slamming into the shield, splashing a brilliant golden spark.

A little bit of remaining black mist fell on the robe.

With a sizzling sound——

It melted the cloth and penetrated in effortlessly, dripping onto the giant monster's leather armor. The already weak and tiny magic power could not penetrate the defense of the leather armor, and with two sizzling sounds, it completely disappeared.

The two-horned beast began to condense its second curse.

Harry didn't give it a chance, raised his sword and slashed at the neck, where it was burned and charred by the flames.

The blade was sharp and cut through bones.

The huge head rolled down, its horns stuck on the ground, and stopped next to the cow's carcass.

"I didn't expect you to use this method..." The Sorting Hat said with a complicated tone and a sigh.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Harry asked. "Like I did to the troll that day, rushing straight at him?"

He waved his wand.

The vines tied up the cow's carcass again and smashed it on the two-horned beast's head.

The moment the flesh came into contact with the horns, the huge, evil curse, using up its last bit of vitality, erupted, black mist filled the air, and the cow's corpse quickly shriveled up, becoming dirty and smelly.

shocking.

"That's not Gryffindor at all," the Sorting Hat muttered. "You can deal with it head on."

"But it's safe. It's a '4X' level dark magic creature." Harry replied. He did a few more tests on the cow corpse to make sure there was no curse left. Then he squatted down and processed the materials.

Why fight head-on when you can launch a sneak attack?

The Sorting Hat was still muttering something about wizard glory and battle honor.

Cut off its horns, stuff them into its hat, and block its mouth.

Harry slipped out of the Forbidden Forest. Instead of returning to Gryffindor Tower immediately, he went straight to the third floor.

"Wait, Harry, where are you going?" The Sorting Hat noticed something was wrong and whispered, "This is not the way back to the tower."

"I know." Harry nodded, his tone calm.

When he arrived at Professor McGonagall's office, he took off his invisibility cloak and knocked on the door respectfully.

After a while, the door opened.

Professor McGonagall, who was wearing cat-patterned pajamas, opened the door and saw Harry with some surprise in her eyes: "I thought it was Filch. Why is it you, Harry?"

"It's curfew now..."

"Professor, I just violated school rules and went to the Forbidden Forest." Harry answered honestly.

Professor McGonagall was even more surprised and uttered an exclamation: "Ah, oh, this..."

Harry's words made it difficult for her to come up with any effective response.

She knew how naughty the little lions were.

Bullying professors, night outings, breaking into the restricted book area and the forbidden forest...

But Hogwarts has always been like this - as long as you are not discovered, you are a good kid who obeys the school rules.

Taking the initiative to throw himself into the professor's trap, and with such an impatient expression...

Harry was the first.

There was one incident last semester, but she later found out the reason was that Harry met Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest.

Dumbledore asked Harry to give him an explanation.

Harry took it upon himself.

What is the reason today?

What dark wizard have we encountered again?

She looked horrified: "Potter, you are not hurt, what does a dark wizard look like..."

"Professor, Hogwarts may not be that safe." Harry said tactfully, "But it's not like a sieve, with dark wizards coming in every few days."

"The only magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest are those magical creatures."

"Nothing happened?" Mag asked suspiciously.

Harry nodded: "Nothing happened." At least nothing happened to him.

"Then you should go back to sleep, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't do this again in the future. The Forbidden Forest is not a place for little wizards to go..."

"Professor, shouldn't you be giving me detention?" Harry asked.

Mag was stunned.

so……

Is this the reason why Harry walked into the trap so late at night?

When she thought of Flitwick's appearance, her heart tightened and she had a bad feeling.

Without waiting for her to speak.

"I have detentions with Professor Snape every Thursday and Saturday," Harry suggested. "How about Wednesday and Friday?"

"It should be fine." Mag nodded hesitantly.

"Then we'll see each other tomorrow... no, tonight." Harry bowed slightly, "Professor McGonagall, good night and sweet dreams."

"Good night." McGonagall waved her hand woodenly and said goodbye to Harry.

"Wait a minute, Minerva, Harry is challenging you!" the Sorting Hat shouted. "That audacious little lion did it on purpose."

"Shouldn't... Gryffindor be deducted twenty points?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes turned dangerous and she looked sharply at the hat.

The Sorting Hat trailed off. "Perhaps ten?"

"Fifty points from the Sorting Hat." Harry patted it. "Why deduct points for something that could be solved with detention?"

"Professor, I'm requesting a one-year detention."

Mag's heart skipped a beat and he waved his hands, "No, you will only be imprisoned for half a month for trespassing into the forbidden forest at night..."

"I might go again in the future." Harry shrugged, his face indifferent, "It's better to renew it once and for all, so as not to waste time next time."

Mag sighed in confusion.

Wait until Harry is far away.

She felt powerless - every dean wanted to have an outstanding student, and they were proud of it, but... they were so hungry.

She could already foresee that in half a year, she would be like Flitwick.

But she didn't object.

Harry is more special than any other student.

While the others had only 'owls' and 'newts' to face, he had Voldemort to face.

Snape is awful.

There is no point in putting some dung in Dumbledore's head to make him make such a stupid decision as to let a first-year wizard face Voldemort.

"Five points from Gryffindor." Professor McGonagall said this reluctantly in a low voice. The Sorting Hat reminded her of the strict standards of being the Vice-Principal, so she finally spoke.

The hat stayed with Dumbledore for a long time and was also infected.

Back in the office, she began to think about how to drag the head of the Hufflepuff house next door into the water. She had heard Dumbledore mention that Harry was learning spells from Snape.

He killed three of the four deans, it is impossible that one of them could be left safe and sound.

Gryffindor Common Room.

Quietly.

There were only two people sitting by the fireplace.

Ron was lying on the table with a book in his hands. He fell asleep, but his mouth was still open as he was reciting the Transfiguration Rules.

Hermione held up the powerful potion.

Hearing the noise, he turned around and saw that it was Harry. He quickly put down the book in his hand and said, "Harry, you're back? Why are you so late?"

It's almost two in the morning now.

"That creature was a little cautious and refused to show up." Harry waved his hand, "But it turned out well. We got the stuff."