On the overgrown path, dim lanterns were grasped by Hagrid's big hands, shedding sporadic lights.

The lack of vision makes the road under your feet more and more difficult, but these difficulties are bearable compared to being detected by the enemy in advance.

The two of them walked through the dark, dense woods, the foliage around them, and every now and then, a ray of moonlight fell from the branches overhead, illuminating the silvery-blue blood stains on the fallen leaves.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, he heard the sound of some heavy object falling in front of him, and Hagrid, who was walking in front, immediately stopped and stood in front of him, and at the same time lowered the lantern in his hand and the long wooden box on his shoulder, and manipulated the heavy stone bow in his hand.

"Shh......h

Hagrid cautiously turned his head and gestured at him, then moved forward a little.

Clark clenched the wand in his hand and followed.

The two of them hid behind a large ancient oak tree, and looked through the tangled branches and leaves into a clearing in the heart of the Forbidden Forest.

I saw that in the middle of the dark clearing, covered with branches and leaves, and mud, a white thing was lying on the ground, shining.

That's right, that's exactly the unicorn Clark was looking for!

However, at this moment, it does not seem to be in a good state, even if it is far away, you can see that a hideous and terrifying wound appeared in its abdomen, almost disemboweling it, and a piece of intestines flowed out of the wound and dragged it to the ground.

Obviously, after being seriously injured, the unicorn still relied on its strong vitality and fled for a long time, until it was exhausted and exhausted, and then fell into this clearing and fell into a state of near death.

At this moment, the bright moon in the sky broke through the blockade of the dark clouds, and just poked its head out, as if it couldn't bear to see this beautiful creature fall, turning the silver moonlight into a pillar of light, enveloping the unicorn's body, echoing the flickering light on its body.

The silver pillar of light projected from the moon should have been its last means of survival, and even from a distance, Clark could still feel the abundant magic fluctuations in the pillar of light.

Cool as water, warm as jade, like the warm embrace of a beloved, and the cool cherry lips.

Unfortunately, all this seems to have been done in vain, and its enemies should have expected this a long time ago.

Pitch-black smoke rose from its hideous wounds, gurgling, like poisonous gas coming out of red-hot lava, turning into an abstract skull, shrouded in pillars of light, opening its mouth and letting out a silent giggle.

Clark also suddenly felt a strong and unknown aura from the black smoke.

It's dark, chaotic, and massive, and if you feel it closely, you'll see that it's a distillation of a great deal of pain, malice, and resentment, and then compressed together.

To deliver such a blow, its user must have committed a great sin before this, and listened to the wails of countless victims.

Honestly, this was the first time Clark had seen the actual effects of top-tier dark magic.

In the wizarding world, which has been peaceful for nearly a decade, even if you are born into a pure-blood wizard family that has been exposed to magic since childhood, this kind of sight is rare.

In the deep and gloomy glade, the badly wounded unicorn was dying, the blue and silver blood mixed with the mud on the ground.

A huge skull, made of thick black smoke, hovered above it, arrogant and unscrupulous. The aura full of malice made even Clarke, who was hiding in the distance, feel like a man on his back, like a fish in his throat, like a pins and needles!

And the silver pillar of light shining down from the bright moon, which was originally meant to heal unicorns, collided with the black smoke blocking the way at this moment, like cold water splashed on boiling oil, causing the black smoke to crackle and explode, and from time to time there were wailing human faces and resentful spirits coming out of the black smoke, and under the illumination of the moonlight with magical power, they showed a joyful smile and turned into wisps of green smoke.

"Hiss~" Hagrid, who saw this scene, also gasped, shocked by the power of this black magic, and subconsciously clenched the giant bow in his hand.

Not far away, the black smoke and pillars of light were still deadlocked, but although the unicorn's purification magic was powerful, the effect was too slow. If there were no accidents, in its current state, it would not have been able to support the time when the black smoke was purified by the moonlight.

Of course, the kind-hearted Hagrid would not sit idly by and watch this situation appear in front of him, nor did he care about the enemy hiding in the shadows, and as soon as his mind was hot, he was ready to rush to rescue the poor unicorn.

Fortunately, Clarke, who was on the side, was still very calm, and grabbed him, "Wait, you see-"

Hagrid looked in the direction of his finger and saw a bush at the edge of the clearing shaking and shaking unnaturally...... Then, a hooded figure emerged from the shadows in the forest.

Clarke's eyes narrowed, trying to see the face under the hood, but there was nothing but nothingness, as if there was not a man under the wizard's robes, but a black hole that devoured all light.

Even the surrounding environment, which was originally brightened by the dew of the moon, dimmed by three points with his appearance.

But even if he put on a robe and made a disguise, Clark still knows his identity, that is Voldemort's human mech, Hogwarts' Defence Against the Dark Arts professor - Quirinus Quirrell!

When Hagrid saw the unicorn's killer appear, he couldn't hold it back.

I saw him standing tall, bending his bow and arrows, his arms like holding a baby, the temperament of the whole person changed, and he changed his honest and honest appearance, as if he had turned into a majestic mountain, and it seemed to have become a wide earth, perfectly integrated with nature, standing there quietly.

The dark shadow seemed unaware of the presence of Hagrid and Clark, like a ghost without feet, and like a beast tempting its prey, it slowly slid towards the unicorn in the center of the clearing, its long robe dragging behind him, sweeping the leaves and making a rustling sound.

The black smoke skull in the sky had been purified to less than a tenth of it, but the silver-white pillar of light had also shrunk by half because the unicorn's consciousness had been blurred.

Quirrell and the unicorn were getting closer and closer, as if everything had fallen to the ground.

In this situation, even Clark, who has always shown his composure, can't help but be secretly anxious, if Voldemort succeeds in drinking the unicorn's blood, he is afraid that his strength will immediately be three points stronger.

He glanced up at Hagrid, but saw that the half-giant's small black beetle-like eyes did not look at the enemy in the distance, but were half-opened, half-closed, slightly narrowed, staring at the tip of the arrow, breathing as if he were asleep.

This! This kind of posture?!