Unicorns are very fast, and even if one of them has almost a hoof cut off, it will quickly disappear without a trace after burrowing into the dense forest.

Quirrell braced his hands on his knees, and after a long battle, he chased after a fierce chase, causing his bear to bulge like a bellows. Ike looked even more unbearable, sitting on the ground leaning against the tree, looking half-dead.

"Looks like we'll have to come back tomorrow." After resting for a while, Quirrell panted and said, "With such a serious injury, it will be easy to find it again." ”

Ike nodded, looked at Quirrell with some hesitation, and didn't say anything more.

"Let's go back and get some good sleep, and it'll be that time tomorrow night, Mr. Stred." As soon as he finished speaking, Quirrell disappeared into the forest.

"Phantom Spell? Who wouldn't be the same. Ike pursed his lips and put a spell on himself as well, and walked back in the direction of the castle.

For the first time, Ike realized that acting was such a tiring thing. With his magic level, even if he can't play at the level it should be in the face of a fast-moving unicorn, the basic level of the spell is there, and it won't be so unbearable.

Fortunately, neither Quirrell nor Voldemort knew Ike's true level of spells, but they had a deep understanding of his learning ability. Therefore, even if Ike disrupted Quirrell's offensive rhythm from time to time, Comrade Lao Fu and Quirrell did not blame him, but were very satisfied.

After all, for a first-year wizard, this kind of performance is already very good.

It was already half past one when he returned to the dormitory, and Ike looked at the sleeping two and couldn't help but feel at ease. Hanging a lighting charm on the side of his bed, Ike covered his head with the quilt, and fell asleep in a few moments.

When he woke up, Ike still felt a little dizzy and sore. Shaking his drowsy head, Ike looked up and saw the two big faces of Stewart and Terry.

"You'll come back when you come back, why hang such a ball of light?" Stewart's words were full of grievances and complaints, "God knows how scared I was by the ball of light when I woke up in the middle of the night, and I thought I had overslept!" ”

"My fault, my fault." Ike smiled and admitted his mistake, "I'll wake you up directly next time." ”

"Don't!" The two hurriedly waved their hands and shook their heads, they knew very well that Ike had done this kind of thing completely.

"Wait, there's another time?" Terry suddenly woke up, "Ike, what's the trouble you're in?" Tell us, maybe there's something else to do? ”

"I'm sorry." Ike looked apologetic, "It's dangerous, and I can't guarantee your safety if you get involved." ”

"But don't worry, I'm fine, I'll take care of myself." Ike stretched, "Of course, if I still don't come back by the agreed time, remember to go to the professor." ”

"I know." Terry nodded, "But if we do go to the Professor, where are we going to find you, Ike!" ”

Ike was stunned when he heard this, he really hadn't thought about it. I remember that when I used to read novels, the people in the book didn't need prompts when they were looking for people!

After thinking for a moment, Ike made a decision: "Recently, if nothing happens, I will go to the Forbidden Forest, and if I don't go to the Forbidden Forest one day, I will tell you again." ”

Patting the two of them on the shoulder, Ike smiled and said, "My support depends on you." ”

"Don't worry, we're on us!" Stuart patted his chest and swore that "this is still no problem." ”

"Of course, I believe you." Ike smiled and walked with the two of them towards the auditorium.

After breakfast, Ike returned to his old location in the library. Hermione rarely came for nearly half a month, and Ike knew that this was a critical moment when Hagrid's dragon was hatching, and the three of them should be in Hagrid's cabin.

Although Ike also wants to achieve the achievement of the dragon, it is a pity that except for Hermione, Ike and Gryffindor are not familiar with the others, and they have little intersection with Hagrid, so they can only think about it.

After spending the day peacefully, in the evening, setting a time with Stuart and Terry, Ike went headlong into the Forbidden Forest again.

I don't know what time Quirrell arrived, but Ike looked like he had been standing for a while when he arrived. Respectfully stepped forward, unassailable in etiquette: "Great Dark Lord! Hello to your students! ”

"Hey~hey~hey~" Voldemort's laughter was still so demonic, "Kid, when did you become my student?" ”

Ike put on a frightened and lost look at the right time, and his voice was full of disbelief: "But didn't you promise to teach me magic yesterday?" ”

"Hey~hey~hey~" Listening to the voice, Comrade Lao Fu should be very happy, "It's just a joke, kid, the Dark Lord's promise will always be valid." ”

"Praise be to you! Teacher! Ike held his wand to his chest, his chin slightly bowed, and his body trembled inadvertently.

"Alright, alright, there's a chance in the future, Ike." As soon as the words fell, Voldemort's voice became cold again, "Quirrell, go, find that brute, we don't have much time." ”

"As you wish, master!" Quirrell replied respectfully, glancing back at Ike, "Let's go." ”

After speaking, he followed the traces on the ground and walked towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Ike followed, in a humble and earnest state, his eyes roaming around, his wand clenched in his hand, his vigilance raised.

This performance of seven points is to further improve the favorability of Comrade Lao Fu, and three points are to guard against other creatures in the forbidden forest.

It is not difficult for wizards to pursue their goals, and the Tracking Charm was invented for this purpose. As long as there are objects, hair, or blood on the target, and then cast a tracking charm, the tip of the wand will be pointed straight at the target's location.

The two of them quickly shuttled through the dense forest in the direction of Quirrell's wand, and it took a few moments before they stopped.

Looking at the unicorn lying on the ground licking its wounds not far ahead, Quirrell stopped the tracking charm and whispered, "Mr. Stred, just like yesterday, and use the obstacle charm to help me when I trap it." ”

"Okay, Professor." Ike nodded, his face full of determination.

Quirrell turned around at this, adjusted his state slightly, and the Transfiguration began, surrounded by a fire charm, followed by a cutting spell thrown over. Ike also increased his attention at the right time, and two obstacle spells followed the unicorn's limbs.

The injured unicorn is much weaker in terms of flexibility, but Quirrell has basically recovered his strength after a day's rest, and even without Ike, it is not difficult to deal with an injured and lone unicorn.

After a while, even with Ike trying to hold back, the unicorn still fell under Quirrell's dense attack.

Quirrell waved his wand, canceling the besieged earthen walls and flames, and walked over to the collapsed, moaning unicorn and staring at the dying creature.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! Voldemort's feeble voice was filled with joy and eagerness, "Drink this damn blood!" ”

"Master, I'm ......" Quirrell hesitated, he knew very well what kind of curse he would receive if he drank the blood of such a pure creature after harming a unicorn, and the moment he drank the blood of a unicorn, he could no longer be called a human.

With his current physical condition, Quirrell felt that he could hold out for a while, but unfortunately Voldemort didn't think much of it.

Biting into the unicorn's wound, Quirrell groaned in pain, and Quirrell felt remorseful:

In the summer of 1991, it would have been nice not to go to the forests of Albania to find the Dark Lord......