Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 43 The Curse of the Unicorn
"That's all, you're right here, don't move around, I'll catch a unicorn for you"

Hera sighed, looking worried at Quirrell who fell on the ground, she knelt down and helped Quirrell up, keeping him in a not too uncomfortable position.

He strengthened the Illusion Curse on Quirrell again, and Hera continued to move toward the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

At the same time, Professor Snape, who sneaked into the Forbidden Forest in the dark to find ingredients for potions, was a little later than Hera and Quirrell.

Snape stopped and took his wand out of his pocket when he heard breathing.

That's right!

It's the sound of breathing!
This is his fighting instinct as a Death Eater & Order of the Phoenix member.

There is an enemy lurking around.

"Let me see, which college's students sneaked into the Forbidden Forest?" Snape drawled his voice, and his cold voice was chilling in the dark Forbidden Forest.

"." Quirrell was silent, he didn't dare to make a sound, and in his current state, there was no way to fight against Snape.

Of course, even in his prime, Quirrell couldn't beat Snape.

With his wand in one hand, Snape reached for the bushes in front of him with the other, trying to wrest that damned student out.

Quirrell held his breath and tried to move backwards, trying not to make a sound for Snape to notice.

Just when Snape's hand was only a dozen centimeters away from Quirrell, there was a sudden explosion in front of him.

"Um???"

Snape frowned and looked at the bushes in front of him, then glanced in front of him, as if he had weighed it. A student who sneaked into the Forbidden Forest was obviously not as important as the dark wizard who was wreaking havoc in front of him.

With a cold snort, Snape tightened his cloak, grabbed his wand and walked forward quickly.

Quirrell heaved a long sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to relax his vigilance. Who knows if Snape's suspicious character will come back to check again?

Fortunately, Snape didn't come back. Quirrell hid in the bushes, his breathing became weaker and weaker, and his eyes turned black.

suddenly!

Something warm was stuffed into his mouth.

Subconsciously sucking up.

is blood.

Strong bloody smell.

The blood of unicorns.

Quirrell sucked hard with his eyes closed, and when he opened his eyes, what he saw was Hera, who was covering her arms and was pale, but smiling.

"It's a good thing I ran fast, otherwise Snape would have caught me." Hera looked bitterly at Quirrell gulping down the unicorn's blood, and the unicorn stopped struggling after only twitching its hooves twice.

As the blood drained, so did the unicorn's eyes.

Quietly watching Quirrell drink the unicorn blood as Dumbledore planned, Hera looked at Quirrell standing up, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Without enough strength, even if you have fallen into the trap set up by others, you have to bite the bullet and go down.

This is Quirrell's life, and it is likely to be his life in the future.

Hera has already been caught between the black and white demon kings, and there is no way to escape.

He doesn't want this kind of life.

He wants everyone to see him, and everyone can only look up to him, neither can nor dare to frame him.

Hera has never been so firm as at this moment, even if he had expected it before, but when he really saw this scene, he still had a lot of emotions.

"Thank you, Hera, let's go back as soon as possible." Quirrell wiped the silver-white blood from the corner of his mouth, and threw the dead unicorn on the ground. He showed a shy smile, and patted Hera on the shoulder.

"Hmm." It was really hard for Hera to connect the shy and introverted Ravenclaw senior in school with the cold-blooded, brutal dark wizard in front of him. She could barely recall it through the familiar smile that occasionally appeared on Quirrell's face.

"By the way, I met Snape before, if it wasn't for the explosion in front, I'm afraid I would be discovered by him." On the way back to the castle, Quirrell said happily.

Hera pursed her lips, "After I knocked down the unicorn, I met Hagrid, the gamekeeper. His black dog caused me some trouble, so I had to take action."

Quirrell nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He presumably cast some spells at random. Anyway, Hagrid's wand was broken, and the only thing he could rely on was his half-giant blood—high magic resistance.

In front of the castle, Quirrell stopped. After drinking the blood of the unicorn, he was obviously in better condition, and his speech was also sonorous.

I have to say that although the blood of the unicorn is cursed, the effect is really fast!

"What's wrong?" Hera paused, almost bumping into Quirrell.

"You go back first, Hera, I will continue to search for traces of the Philosopher's Stone in the castle." Quirrell looked at Hera, his eyes were much more sincere than before.

Probably when he was dying, Hera brought him a unicorn so that he could live, and he was also grateful to Hera in his heart, and he was not as unfamiliar as before.

Hera hesitated for a moment, looked at Quirrell's side face by the moonlight, and said slowly: "Have you ever been to the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor?"

"Huh?" Quirrell frowned, looking at Hera inexplicably. "There are traces of the Philosopher's Stone there?"

"It's just speculation." Hera shrugged indifferently, just as Dumbledore expected, and directly told Quirrell where the Philosopher's Stone was hidden.

Otherwise, according to Quirrell's progress, he might not be able to find the Mirror of Erised until the end of the school year, and Dumbledore's plan might come to nothing.

"Okay, I'll go and have a look. Be careful." Quirrell carefully put on his hood, nodded towards Hera, cast a disillusionment spell on himself, and rushed into the castle quickly.

Hera sighed and walked on the square in front of the castle.

Hogwarts was cast with the Muggle Repelling Curse, and the Muggles looked at it, only to see a pile of dilapidated ruins, with a sign hanging at the entrance saying danger, no entry, unsafe.

It's just that Hera never knew what the Muggles saw, after all, what he saw was Hogwarts Castle.

Hera had just witnessed what happened, and Quirrell fell into Dumbledore's trap step by step, and even played a role in the middle.

Have you also fallen into some kind of trap unconsciously?
Sitting on the steps in front of the square, Hera frantically recalled her past life to see if there was anything suspicious.

Suddenly Snape's figure appeared, he looked at Hera sitting on the steps with a cold face, and his voice almost froze the bone marrow.

"Why are you here?"

"Ah? Tonight's night is so beautiful!" Hera smiled, looked up at the waning moon hanging in mid-air, and let out such a sigh.

(End of this chapter)