RNP Chapter 89 Voldemort's Little Unicorn
Chapter 89 Voldemort's Little Unicorn
Chapter 89 Voldemort's Little Unicorn (Third update of 10,000 words per day)
Harry, as if possessed, put on the Invisibility Cloak and headed to the agreed-upon detention location: Professor Snape's Potions classroom.
This was a place Harry absolutely did not want to set foot in during his time at Hogwarts, not to mention that when he arrived, Malfoy's annoying face was looking him up and down.
"Potter is such a busy man, he's even late for detention." Malfoy was in a good mood, and even his sarcasm was a bit softer. "I thought you weren't coming tonight."
“I’m not like you,” Harry retorted succinctly. “You can’t do anything without Slack.”
Harry's words certainly touched a nerve with Malfoy.
"Potter, I'm warning you, don't think your friendship with Orochimaru will last. You've already betrayed him!"
Malfoy glared at Harry fiercely.
"Your true home is with the Weasleys, Ron Weasley, the guy who couldn't even catch the Golden Snitch right in front of him. Those are your real friends!"
Harry, speechless after being rebuked by Malfoy, surprisingly remained silent.
Instead, he turned his head to the side, waiting for Professor Snape to appear.
Whether it was an illusion or not, even though Lord Orochimaru hadn't contacted Potter for almost a month, Potter felt that his friendship with Lord Orochimaru had deepened.
This hallucination made Malfoy wary, and he instinctively wanted to confirm it again.
Before he could even speak, Snape had already emerged from the Potions classroom.
His expression was very serious, and his greasy hair seemed to stiffen, as if he were about to attack an enemy at any moment.
However, upon seeing Harry, Snape's face immediately showed intense disgust, making Harry realize that this was still his Potions professor.
"Potter, Malfoy, tonight's detention location isn't in the classroom," Snape said slowly. "We're going to the Forbidden Forest."
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Forest ban?
Harry paused, then instinctively reached up to touch the Invisibility Cloak in his arms.
The invisibility cloak was well concealed, and because the wizard's robes were large, Professor Snape did not see through it at a glance.
However, Malfoy's expression changed after he learned that he was going to the Forbidden Forest.
"Why? Professor, it's too dangerous to go into the Forbidden Forest at night."
Going to the Forbidden Forest at any time is always a very dangerous undertaking. Moreover, Professor Snape has a long-standing personal relationship with the Malfoy family.
This wasn't an exchange between the two families based on status or interests, but simply because Professor Snape was highly skilled in potion-making, and the Malfoy family always managed to obtain rare and forbidden materials.
Snape needed the Malfoys' help far more than this pure-blood wizarding family needed Snape.
Snape paused for a moment, organizing his thoughts.
He didn't want to tell the two children everything, but Dumbledore's instructions from yesterday were still fresh in his mind.
"We can't delay any longer, Severus. Hagrid told me he found a dead unicorn in the Forbidden Forest."
"Take Harry to see if they're still there."
"I will stay in the castle and keep a close watch on your safety."
This was Dumbledore's promise, and the command of the greatest white wizard in the world. Snape had no reason to refuse, nor the power to refuse.
He gave Harry a deep look, as if trying to see through the arrogant and reckless Gryffindor's mind, but in the end his gaze lingered on Harry's green eyes.
After a brief exchange of glances, Snape concluded decisively, "No reason, Malfoy. Or perhaps for Mr. Potter, venturing into the Forbidden Forest at night is just a family tradition, something we can simply enjoy."
With that, Snape tossed his black wizard robes and strolled leisurely out of the castle.
His steps were slow, and his eyes were very alert. If someone knew him well, they would be able to tell that Snape was in a state of heightened alertness.
He was cautiously alert to every slight movement, ready to draw his wand at any moment and strike the danger lurking in the shadows.
He dislikes Harry Potter, he dislikes him very much.
But he knew—
Lily loves this child.
Snape led Harry and Malfoy out of the castle and to Hagrid's hunting lodge, where they met with the gamekeeper.
"I brought them here to enforce the detention," Snape said bluntly to Hagrid, "to tell me the locations of the recent unicorn deaths."
Hagrid glanced at Tooth at his feet, then at Harry following behind Snape.
His thick beard twitched twice before he looked at Snape with his dark eyes and suggested, "Right by the lake, that poor little Bambi, just like that, dead. All his blood drained. Are you sure you don't need me to take you there?"
Hagrid asked again.
Snape gave him a disgusted look, his gaze finally settling on Hagrid's red umbrella with the broken wand attached.
"I don't need anyone without a wand, Hagrid." Snape's words were sharp and cutting, piercing Hagrid's heart. "You can't be of any help, you know that?"
After saying that, Snape flicked his sleeve and led Harry and Malfoy toward the lake.
The lake wasn't very famous, and Snape had never been there before.
But he just knew where it was.
Since Harry's ordeal in the Forbidden Forest, he had investigated the area thoroughly, turning the surrounding area upside down.
As I said before—
He loathed Harry Potter for having James's face, but he loved those green eyes, just as Lily would love Harry.
Hagrid wanted to try again, so he shouted behind Snape.
"If all else fails, you can wear dental implants."
Snape whirled around and looked at the Great Dane crouching at Hagrid's feet. It was a large dog, large enough to hunt wild boar and stag.
But no matter what, a dog is still just a dog.
Moreover, Snape always felt that he had an inexplicable aversion to big dogs.
So he decisively rejected Hagrid's proposal, ending their conversation with a sarcastic remark.
"I'll come to you when I need a wailing pet, Hagrid."
Harry looked helplessly at Hagrid, but then heard Malfoy's snicker beside him. When they turned around again, they saw Snape already leading the way, wand raised high.
"Keep up, Potter."
"Don't leave my sight, Malfoy."
Snape's voice drifted from afar, urging the two to quicken their pace.
As time flowed by a little longer, the three figures gradually disappeared from Hagrid's sight.
He glanced helplessly at his broken wand, then at Tooth, the Great Dane crouching at his feet, humming softly, and said sadly, "We're so useless, aren't we, Tooth?"
Tooth didn't know what was useful or useless; he just rubbed against Hagrid's trouser leg, comforting his master.
As a Great Dane, his wild instincts told him that tonight was destined to be a dangerous night, and it was a good thing that he and his master didn't get involved.
Hagrid seemed to sense Awful's feelings and bent down to give Awful's head a good rub.
"I'm just a little worried about Harry. Snape is a professor—but he doesn't like Harry at all."
Hagrid said awkwardly, as if he were defending himself.
He thought for a moment, then went back into the hunting lodge and took out an excessively large lantern.
"We're just going to patrol the Forbidden Forest, not to follow Harry and the others, understand, Toothbrush?"
Hagrid said, gently tugging at Tooth's head.
The Great Dane immediately began sniffing the ground, trying to identify Harry's scent. After confirming the direction, Tooth turned its head and wagged its tail at Hagrid.
"Let's go, Ya Ya."
Hagrid, carrying a huge lantern, also entered the Forbidden Forest.
The Forbidden Forest was unusually noisy, but not everyone noticed the change.
Professor Quirrell is one example.
His situation was dire; the Voldemort possession on the back of his head seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and he needed to drink unicorn blood every week.
He hadn't slept for days in his quest to find the unicorns hidden deep within the Forbidden Forest, and was in a dazed, dreamlike state.
But Voldemort still refused to let him go.
"The last time you saw that fake Dumbledore, you ran away without looking back. How could I have a servant like you?"
Voldemort, behind Quirrell's head, scolded him with exasperation, "And that strange little wizard! You're already a professor at Hogwarts, how come you can't even beat such a little wizard?"
"You Ravenclaw, all you read is Muggle Studies?"
Voldemort's complaints never ceased, and even occasionally brought Quirrell a stinging pain to his soul, making the possessed professor suffer terribly.
But this was his own choice. The moment he encountered Voldemort again, the Dark Lord gave him two options.
Either die, or choose to become his servant and be at his beck and call.
It is well known that Slytherins are slightly better at assessing the situation, but Ravenclaws are always better at evaluating the future.
At least they all understand one thing: as long as you're alive, there's always hope, even if you're living in your current state.
Quirrell responded silently to Voldemort's accusations while carefully searching the Forbidden Forest until he returned to the lake where he had slain the unicorn.
"Master, the unicorn we killed that day had a child, and its child might come back."
Quirrell analyzed calmly, showing none of the timid and submissive demeanor he displayed at school.
Voldemort was slightly surprised when he heard this, as if he found it strangely fitting that the children of the parents had returned to their old haunts after killing them.
The magical world is always full of wonderful symmetry, which fascinated Voldemort.
Where is that place?
"By the lake."
Quirrell responded softly, and without hearing Voldemort's rebuttal, he knew that his master had permitted him to go to the lake to wait for the unicorn children.
On his way to the lake, Quirrell's mind would occasionally drift back to the image of the young wizard from that night. He asked himself honestly, and the wizard was indeed extremely skilled in combat, and the wandless magic he used was so rare that it had never been recorded in any books.
But so what?
The master, who had just drunk unicorn blood last night, is now in excellent condition. Unless Dumbledore himself comes, no wizard in the entire Hogwarts will be able to defeat the master attached to the back of his head.
He was absolutely certain of this.
Quirrell even harbored a secret hope that the young wizard would sneak into the Forbidden Forest tonight. He had already devised a spell to counter him and would not be as restrained as he had been during their first encounter.
As a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he naturally knew some inhumane dark magic.
It's cruel, but also incredibly powerful.
Just as Quirrell was lost in thought, he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance.
Quirrell instinctively looked in the direction of the footsteps and saw Snape in a black robe with two students appear in his field of vision.
At a glance, Quirrell noticed the lightning bolt-shaped scar on the student's forehead.
"It's Potter, Master."
Quirrell responded in a low voice.
After a brief silence, Voldemort gave his order.
"Go and meet it. I want to see with my own eyes the little unicorn that escaped from my grasp."
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