Late at night, in the warm and cozy Hufflepuff common room, the magic fireflies born from the fireplace flames gather in the semi-circular lounge dome, softly illuminating the quiet room with only a few girls left.

Hannah, Hermione, and Luna sat neatly on the soft couch next to the fireplace, sharing the pumpkin pie they had brought back from the feast, their eyes wide open, listening intently to Elena's account of what had happened in the Forbidden Forest tonight.

Of course, as agreed with Dumbledore, this is a cut version of the story.

But even so, the three little Lori were still nervous and excited, staring at Elena intently, even breathing cautiously, and the pumpkin pie in Hermione's hand was almost crumpled into a ball of dough crumbs.

"The blood of a unicorn has the power to sustain life...... Although drinking it directly is cursed...... But it was clear that the man in black who tried to kill the unicorn didn't care about that...... I even wonder if that thing is a human ......."

"If it's not a person, what do you think it's ......"

Hannah whispered with some fear, a faint look of excitement in her eyes, as if she were listening to a ghost story—both frightened and exciting, and couldn't help but want to keep listening.

Elena shrugged.

"The living dead, the vampires, the voldemort bats...... Who knows, there are so many dangerous dark creatures hidden in the Forbidden Forest, maybe only Professor Quirrell of Defence Against the Dark Arts knows what it is...... But in any case, it must be a murderous and pitiful existence, after all, even in the process of escaping, it is constantly eating dirt......"

"But, Professor Quirrell is badly injured, that monster must be very powerful, right?"

Hermione said with a worried look on her face, looking around at the girls around her, and whispering.

"Thanks to the presence of a full professor this time, he repelled the villains who tried to hunt the unicorn, otherwise you would be in danger Elena, and I don't know how Professor Quirrell is doing now, the appearance of the auditorium before scared everyone out - we almost thought that he was teaching him, he might ......"

"Well, yes, Professor Quirrell, it's remarkable. ”

Elena blinked, a strange look on her face, and whispered.

"In my thoughts, I thought that Professor Quirrell might be left in the Forbidden Forest, but I didn't expect him to return to Hogwarts Castle and issue a warning to the professors. Amazing, really remarkable......"

Although she didn't see Quirrell's tragic situation with her own eyes, Luna, who had the camera with her, held up her camera very calmly in the chaos and recorded the scene in the auditorium with a photo.

In that somewhat blurry image, a trail of dark blood followed Professor Quirrell's footsteps from the doorway to the faculty table, and Quirrell was visibly worse than when he had escaped from her.

In addition to the terrible wounds caused by her spell, the poor wizard had four or five more extremely deep claw marks on his body, and the scorch marks from the flames were everywhere, even through the photos, Elena seemed to be able to smell the somewhat disgusting smell of burning, and the only intact part of Quirrell's body was the large scarf.

As for why Voldemort's ugly face was not on the back of the turban, Elena was not particularly surprised - as a wizard with special attainments in life, Voldemort obviously had many ways to hide his existence.

You know, not to mention fooling Dumbledore, if you want to travel freely in this castle, Voldemort must at least ensure that his existence will not be discovered by other professors or senior students. It would be child's errand to say that it was just a physical barrier to rely on the scarf, and the perspective of magic in the wizarding world is not a new thing that has never appeared at all.

"So, is this a thank you gift from the unicorn? It hurts. ”

Luna folded her calves on the couch, holding the long spiral horn that Elena had brought back, and rubbing it up and down curiously, unlike the unicorn horn she had seen in Diagon Alley, this horn was bright in color and seemed to have a life of its own.

Since childhood, Luna has a natural affinity for all kinds of magical animals, and after hearing that Elena successfully rescued the two unicorns, the envy and admiration in the girl's eyes are almost about to flow out.

"It probably doesn't feel much pain compared to death, does it? Although I don't really want this big horn. ”

Elena sighed helplessly, thinking back to the two ungrateful long-horned white deer.

"However, according to Professor Dumbledore, there is a huge difference between the horns of a unicorn that have faded out of their own accord and the horns of a dead unicorn, the latter can only be used as a potion and alchemy ingredient, but the former can be used to make powerful magic items. ”

"Magic items, similar to broomsticks?"

Hermione glanced curiously at the horn in Luna's hand and poked her finger out.

She really couldn't imagine any other representative magic items in the wizarding world besides the broomstick—after all, most of the items she had seen over the past few days were mostly magically modified regular items.

"Maybe it's aggressive, like a spear head, or a xenowand...... Mr. Otto may know. ”

Elena replied nonchalantly, this is not her area of expertise anyway, and then directly take this unicorn horn to Grindelwald, even if the original Dark Lord does not know how to work with it, he will definitely find a suitable person.

Now she was thinking more about what to do with Professor Quirrell tomorrow, whether to kill him, to kill him, or to kill him.

The sky gradually became a little darker, and the girls who had been chatting all night finally began to yawn, their throats felt dry and painful, and they ended the conversation one after another, said good morning exhaustedly, and climbed into bed.

Halloween this year happens to be on Friday, so it doesn't matter much if you talk a little longer.

Every Friday is the best day for Hufflepuff Year 1 anyway – except for the afternoon flight lessons, there are no classes for the whole day, and it doesn't matter if you can't get up in the morning......

......

The next day, early in the morning.

"Ahhh

"It's going to be late! it's going to be late!"

"It's all your fault! Elena, you're a scourge!"

"Obviously, you're listening very energetically, right?"

Elena and Hermione were bickering and running down the empty hallway with their thick textbooks in their hands, while behind them was Luna Lovegood, still a little sleepy-eyed and with her hair still messy.

Although Hufflepuff 1st year has an enviable Friday schedule......

But, except for Hannah, the other three girls need to follow the Gryffindor schedule!

And most importantly......

This morning's class is......

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape, we slept through. ”

Hermione Granger pushed open the classroom door, looked at the black-robed wizard with a cold face not far away, and whispered timidly.

"It's not too late, after all, the second class has just begun......"

Severus Snape raised his eyebrows, glanced at the three little witches in Gryffindor robes, and said in his usual slow-paced tone, revealing a non-smiling and indifferent expression.

"That's it...... Skipped only one lesson. It's really touching, I thought that the three young ladies wouldn't show up today. ”

"Now, stand at the back of the classroom and watch the other students do it, and I'll deal with you after class. ”

The first day after Halloween......

Elena didn't meet Professor Quirrell because she was locked up again......

But fortunately, this time she was not alone......

In this world, Hermione and Luna's first confinement was her companion (hai......