It's easy to get anxious when talking to a centaur, and their words are always so foggy and erratic.

"Yes, but I mean, is there a more serious anomaly?"

Hagrid tried to suppress his impatience, "Didn't you notice some strange movements?" ”

Ronan still didn't answer. Finally, he said:

"There are many secrets hidden in the forest."

There was a sudden movement in the bushes behind Ronan, and Hagrid raised his crossbow again, but it turned out to be only a second centaur, with black hair and a black body, and some scars on his body, looking a little rougher than Ronan.

"Good evening, Bane." Hagrid looked at him and said.

Bane nodded, and then Hagrid asked:

"I'm asking Ronan if you've seen anything weird here lately? There's a unicorn that's hurt – you know something? ”

Bane came over and stood beside Ronan, looked up at the sky, held back for a long time and said:

"Mars is bright tonight."

Harry: "......"

They each made up their minds in their hearts that they would never say more than half a word to the centaurs unless they had to do so in the future.

"Don't stay in the Forbidden Forest for too long. There's a dignitary from the centaur tribe tonight, and something might happen. ”

Bane thought for a moment and said.

"Guest?"

Hagrid was stunned, wasn't I the only guest in the Forbidden Forest all along?

"Let's go, Ronan."

Bane bowed slightly to Hagrid and turned to speak. Ronan followed him silently, and it was clear that Bane had a lot of influence in the centaur tribe.

Behind them, Hagrid was dumbfounded, and said in annoyance, "Alas, there is always no straightforward answer from the centaurs. They are not interested in anything but what surrounds the moon. ”

"Are there a lot of centaurs here?"

Hermione asked.

"There's a tribe of centaurs...... I can't tell you how much. These centaurs are esoteric and know many things...... But he is always tight-lipped about it. ”

"You say, could the movement we heard earlier be the distinguished guest he was talking about?"

Harry thought for a moment and asked.

"I don't think so, I've never heard that sound before. Strange to say, I've known the horses for decades and never heard of any of them. ”

Hagrid shook his head and said strangely.

They continued to weave through the dark and dense woods. Harry and Ron always turned their heads nervously as if someone was watching them.

As he turned a bend in the path, Hagrid suddenly stopped, the expression on his face that Harry had never seen before.

A white thing was glistening on the ground. Hermione had never seen such a beautiful and miserable scene. The unicorn's slender legs remain in the position they were in when they fell, stretching out unnaturally. Its mane was spread on pitch-black fallen leaves, white as pearls.

A bush shook at the edge of the clearing, and then, out of the shadows, a hooded figure crawled slowly on the ground, like a approaching beast.

The cloaked figure approached the unicorn, lowered its head, aimed it at the wound on the side of the corpse, and began to drink its blood.

"Bastard!"

Hagrid's eyes were split, and he shouted in a rage, firing the crossbow bolt in his hand.

The hooded figure looked up and flashed deftly. The three of them froze in disbelief.

They could see his face, it was the vanished Professor Quirrell! It's just that his nose doesn't know why it's gone, and the wound on it is scabbed, and it looks indescribably weird.

Just then, a sharp pain pierced Harry's skull, something he had never felt before, as if his scar was on fire. His vision was blurred, and he staggered backwards, the sound of Hagrid's roar ringing in his ears.

"Quirrell! How dare you - you damn it! ”

Hagrid saw it too, and he rushed into the crown with a burst of crossbow arrows in his hand, pressing Quirrell step by step.

Quirrell's mouth was still stained with silvery blood, and he straightened up, looked at Hagrid with contempt, and said intoxicatedly:

"Ahh

"You know, from the moment your lips touch its blood, your life is cursed."

Hagrid said coldly, with a deep sadness in the depths of his eyes. He was mourning the dead unicorn.

"Cursed? I will live forever, what is the point of the curse? ”

Quirrell grinned, his gaze skipped over Hagrid, cast on Harry's forehead, and walked towards him step by step, saying,

"This is the boy who won't die? Beat my Harry Potter? Stand up and let me see what's so special about you. Stand up! ”

This made Hagrid and Harry shudder.

Hagrid's face changed dramatically, and he said in disbelief, "You're not Quirrell, you're Riddle...... Voldemort! ”

"My dear junior, get out of the way...... Otherwise, Dumbledore would have lost his faithful servant. ”

As Voldemort drew closer, Harry's scar grew more and more painful, as if his forehead no longer belonged to him, and it hurt like a bomb about to explode.

"No wonder you suddenly disappeared, no wonder you thought of hunting unicorns, it seems that you were beaten half dead by Dumbledore and kicked out of school, right?"

Hagrid's body trembled slightly uncontrollably, facing the Dark Lord who was in full swing more than ten years ago, and it was impossible not to be afraid.

But there were three new students behind him, and he couldn't leave them alone, and he made a point of mentioning Dumbledore's name as a emboldening man.

Voldemort's eyes froze, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"What does Dumbledore know? He thought he was in control, but he didn't even notice this poor servant I possessed...... If it weren't for ......"

Harry clutched his head and stepped back, desperately trying to get away from him. His forehead hurt so much that he couldn't even speak.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other in horror, trembling as they each took out their wands and stood firmly in front of Harry.

Voldemort laughed, pointed his wand at the two of them, and sneered:

"What a touching friendship...... This is what Dumbledore said about the power of love? Or do you have the magic power of Yaxley to stop me? ”

Ron and Hermione subconsciously wondered who Yaxley was, and Hagrid had pulled out a pink wand and stood in front of them, his back like a hill.

"Run...... Go back and call Dumbledore, quick! ”

Hagrid didn't look back, and quickly shouted with a solemn face, "Split! ”

A spell flew at Voldemort's face.

Ron and Hermione dragged Harry and ran out of the Forbidden Forest without looking back. They also knew that it was useless to stay here, and that they might as well go back and find helpers to save Hagrid.

However, before they could run a few steps, white bones appeared from the ground, trapping them immobilized.

"I didn't say you could go."

Voldemort flashed Hagrid's spell at random, and said grimly, his wand aimed at Hagrid, and a green light surged, "In that case, you should die." Avada suo! ”

A cold sweat broke out on Hagrid's forehead, and the breath of death inevitably approached. Behind him were the three Harry, and he couldn't dodge it, so he was going to resist the spell.

The same glow poured out of his wand, slamming into the Death Requisition Charm, only to be bounced off with an understatement. In the next second, the Curse came to him.

No sooner had the despair on Hagrid's face than he saw a flash of red light fly from afar, colliding with the Death Requisition Charm a few meters in front of him.

"It's good to catch up."

In the dark jungle, a young figure stepped out and muttered to himself.