Harry was in terrible shape, and the pain in his head was so severe that he fell to his knees, dazed, and it took several minutes for him to get better.

When he woke up, he was being held, but the person who was holding him was not very skilled, which made him very uncomfortable. They are on their way back.

"Are you alright?" Hagrid noticed that the little man in his arms was awake, put Harry on the ground, and asked him.

"It's okay, thank you. What the hell was that thing just now? ”

Hagrid didn't answer. "Let's hurry back, it's too dangerous tonight."

Harry wanted to ask, but Hermione kept giving him a look, so he didn't have to ask.

Aitch didn't speak, when he suddenly stopped, "Malfoy, go back and write to your father about tonight." ”

Harry realized that Malfoy, who had escaped, had returned at some point, and he and Neville were holding Aitch's robe.

"Huh? Oh. Malfoy was visibly surprised, "Why?" ”

"Your father will tell you, and you just do it." Everyone thought Aitch was a stranger, how did he think that Malfoy's father would know anything?

"Edge, can you explain what the hell is going on tonight?" Hermione thought Aitch must know something.

"Well, Hermione, do you know what unicorn blood is for?"

"I don't know." Hermione was stunned by Edge's strange question, "We'll only use its horns or the long hair of its tail to make medicines. There are also some parts of the unicorn that are made of wands. Harry remembered Ron's wand.

"That's the terrible thing about killing a unicorn," Aitch continued, "and only people who are afraid of losing anything, but want to get anything for it." Do you know? Unicorn blood can bring you back to life, but it comes at a cost: you have to kill a pure, good being to keep yourself alive, and you're only half alive, half of the life that begins when the unicorn's blood touches your lips, and you're going to be cursed forever. ”

Harry stared fixedly at Edge's figure in the moonlight, and couldn't help but ask aloud, "But who will fall victim to those?" Besides, what's the point of surviving if you're going to spend your whole life under a curse? ”

"That's true!" Aitch paused in agreement. He turned to look at Harry, "But if you can find something to drink while you're alive that gives you all your spirit and energy, and makes you never die." Mr. Potter, do you know what the school is hiding right now? ”

"It's it...... But how do you know? Harry thought of the Philosopher's Stone, an important ingredient for the elixir of life. Fully compliant. Harry was questioning, knowing that Harry and the three of them had managed to get a clue from Hagrid, where did Aitch find out?

"Hmph, thank you then, if you continue to mix like this, I think that's the headline of the Daily Prophet." The blame in Edge's words made Harry and Hermione blush.

"But I don't know exactly who it ......," Hermione said as Hagrid interrupted rudely. Shut up and say no more! ”

But Aitch turned a deaf ear, "Do you remember anyone who has waited for many years to regain his energy, and who has a firm grip on life and waits for the right moment?" ”

These words were like a hammer slamming into everyone's hearts. Through the rustle of leaves, Harry seemed to hear again what Hagrid had told him on the night he and Hagrid first met: "Some people say he's dead, that's stupidity, I can't think of anyone who would kill him!"

"You mean, that man is—" Harry said with a shudder.

"Is your curiosity satisfied? Mr. Savior," Edge's voice seemed to complain, "if it weren't for your troubles, we would all have slept well at Hogwarts." So, put your heart back in your stomach and stop causing trouble with self-righteousness. It's not good for everyone. ”

Yes, if it weren't for his Saturday night send-off operation, no one would have been punished, and nothing so terrible would have happened tonight.

"Harry......" Hermione sensed that something was wrong with him and called his name worriedly.

By the time they returned, Ron had fallen asleep in the dark common room. He was screaming loudly in his dream when he was woken up by Harry's force. But after Harry had been telling him about his experience in the forest for a while, his eyes hadn't fully opened.

Harry couldn't sit still. He walked up and down in front of the fire, still shaking. Out of fear, he forgot Edge's warnings. "Snape wanted to take the stone for Voldemort...... Voldemort must have been waiting for him in the Forbidden Forest—we had thought Snape was taking the stone for money! ”

"Don't say that name anymore!" Ron whispered a frightened plea to Harry, as if Voldemort was listening to them.

Harry didn't listen. "Now all I can do is wait for Snape to come and steal the stone, and then Voldemort can easily end my ......," Harry became more and more angry, "Aitch thinks I'm self-righteous!" If I don't do anything, I'll be Voldemort's will! ”

Hermione seemed terrified, too, but she went to comfort Harry.

"Harry, everyone knows that Professor Dumbledore is 'that man's only nemesis. In this vicinity, 'that person' will not dare touch you. And didn't Aitch say it? He told us to stop acting rashly. ”

Before they had finished their conversation, it was already dawn, and their throats were hoarse and they were exhausted, but the night's fright did not immediately disappear after climbing into bed.

For many days afterward, Harry still couldn't remember how he coped with the exam in fear that Voldemort could break down at any moment. But the days went by day by day, and the three-headed dog was indeed still alive and well guarded behind the locked door. Maybe Aitch was right, if he didn't do anything, everything would be peaceful, and everyone in Hogwarts except him would be revising for the exams in peace.

It was a hot day, especially in the big classroom where they were exams. They had to write with special quills that had been issued, as they had been enchanted to prevent cheating. These things could be written by Aitch with his eyes closed, and he stuffed all the books into the memory palace.

They also have to take the application test. It was Professor Flitwick who called them into the classroom to see if they could make a pineapple tap dance past a table. Aitch also connected a space step and a mechanical dance, which greatly relieved the tension of the Ravenclaw classmates.

Professor McGonagall asked them to turn a mouse into a snuffbox, and the more beautiful it became, the higher the score, but the less it looked, the more points it scored. Aitch took a look at the Muggle Museum's collections, and rightfully met Professor McGonagall's praise. By the time Professor Snape took them, everyone was nervous, and they had to try to remember how to make a potion of oblivion, and their eyes were straight, but with Aitch as a demonstration, they could get good grades by drawing a scoop from a gourd.

Harry coped as best he could, trying to ignore the tingling pain that had been tormenting his forehead since he came out of the forest that night. Neville thinks Harry must be suffering from exam nervousness, as he often suffers from insomnia. In fact, Harry was always awakened by nightmares, because there was a terrifying shadow in a cloak and blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Maybe maybe Ron and Hermione didn't have the same hot stinging in their foreheads as Harry, but they weren't as worried about the stone as Harry was. Voldemort scared them, but he didn't appear in their dreams often anymore. Besides, they were too busy with revisions to pay much attention to what Snape or anyone else was doing.

Their last exam was the history of magic. They will then have a week of free time to wait for the results to be announced. When the ghostly Professor Binns told them to put down their quill pens and hand in their papers, Harry couldn't help but cheer along with the other students.

As a few of them poured out of the classroom, Hermione couldn't help but say, "This exam is much easier than I expected, and I wouldn't have to go through the Werewolf Act of 1637 and the Fairy Rebellion." Aitch agreed, which made Ron feel even more uncomfortable.