Comrade Fu's level of magic is beyond doubt.

On the way back, Voldemort rarely let Quirrell cover himself with a turban or hood, and kept answering his questions to Ike.

Whether it was the additional method of increasing mana power, the wonderful use of the elixir, or the difference between the European curse and the ancient Egyptian curse, Comrade Lao Fu hit the nail on the head and went straight to the essence of the problem, which benefited Ike a lot, and he was more and more glad that he did not release the control of the soul snatching curse in the first place.

Bear with it, although the more you think about it, the more angry you become, but it does benefit a lot.

At the time of separation, Voldemort even taught a small magic that was widely circulated among dark wizards: the Concealment Charm, which could hide the wizard's face very well, and was only blurred in the eyes of others, as if separated by a thick cloud.

Useful little magic, though Ike thinks it's more of a blurred face charm, as that's all it can do.

The following days were very leisurely, and Comrade Quirrell and Comrade Lao Fu focused their energy on breaking through the level, and with Quirrell's current state, even if it was an unscathed unicorn, it would not take much effort to defeat it.

Ike is also very busy, with only a little more than two weeks to go until the final exams, and Ravenclaw can be seen everywhere to revise the little wizards, and when it comes to grades, the eaglets are more paranoid than they think.

Whether it is the common room, the library, or even the auditorium, you can see little wizards holding books and gnawing everywhere, and the learning atmosphere is very strong.

Of course, this kind of devouring books can only solve the theoretical exam to a certain extent, and for those with practical parts such as charms, potions, transfiguration, and herbal medicine, it is not enough to simply read and review.

As a result, the vast meadow on the edge of the Black Lake was occupied by the little wizards, and the place for the senior couples to go on a date and walk was reduced by one again.

In fact, putting a lot of energy into revision is purely a rush to the doctor, for junior students, the practical part is not difficult, even if it is metamorphosis, it still stays at turning a small object with a smooth appearance and simple structure into another object, and only relies on the degree of delicacy after deformation to score.

For most young wizards, this is not difficult.

It's just that no one believes the truth these years, and Ike is quite complained by Stewart and others.

There are serious learners, and naturally there are naughty mischief, even if it is the Gryffindor in the Troublemaker Concentration Camp, what the three Harry have done is indeed excessive.

Fifty for one person, a total of 150 deductions made Gryffindor, who had bitten to death with Slytherin, directly at the bottom, and reversed the Hufflepuff that was the "first" in 10,000 years. If the first Ravenclair, maybe the Gryffindors would not be so angry, but just gave up the first place in the House Cup to Slytherin, and the little lions were about to explode!

Hermione, Harry, and Neville were targeted, and Ron escaped by being bitten by Hagrid's dragon and hospitalized.

So in Ike's opinion, the Gryffindors should be glad that if Ron was involved, they would have been deducted an extra fifty points.

Not...... Maybe it will be a record?

Without Ike's involvement, the trio's story is pretty much the same as it remembers memories, which also reminds Ike of another thing:

Quirrell was going to search for unicorns in the Forbidden Forest again.

Unlike in his memory, Quirrell was here to continue the unicorn's blood, and although it was a last resort, it was fundamentally different.

Ten days or so, Ike also secretly wrote down this time, which was something that was not recorded in the books.

The life of an honor student is so boring, while others are trying to revise, Ike is complacent about a useless knowledge that is not recorded in the book.

The ostentatious Ike was once again ruthlessly suppressed by Stewart and others, and even confiscated his favorite cockroach pile!

On the 30th of May, when Harry, Hermione, and Neville received a notice that the evening would be closed, Ike also received a note from Quirrell to meet at 10 p.m. at the Forbidden Forest.

Silently ruining the note, Ike spent the final Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Transfiguration, and History of Magic before exam week with the Stuart as if nothing happened. By the time I left the History of Magic classroom, it was already past nine o'clock.

Once again, the two of them set a time, and Ike's skillful illusion spell and silent walked leisurely towards the Forbidden Forest.

Entering the Forbidden Forest, Ike begins to miss the days when he was put under the Soul Snatching Charm by Comrade Fu, at least at that time he didn't need to use the Lv1 Tracking Charm to find Quirrell's location.

After searching for about twenty minutes, Ike arrived at the so-called "rendezvous" location. During the day during Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Ike noticed that Quirrell's face was much worse, a kind of emaciated as if he were malnourished. Looking at it now, Ike could even faintly see the blue veins behind Quirrell's ears.

"Great Dark Lord! Teacher! Ike bowed his head slightly and saluted Comrade Lao Fu respectfully. Comrade Lao Fu was still very happy, but his tone was really weak, not as full of enthusiasm as before.

"Kid, I'm glad you're here. Unfortunately, we might be hunting a new unicorn tonight. ”

"We'll be happy to help you, teacher."

Voldemort seemed to sigh, his voice was too soft, Ike didn't listen too carefully: "The last time the one didn't last until today, it died in the Forbidden Forest about four days ago, and the day before yesterday I saw that stupid half-blood giant running out of the Forbidden Forest crying, carrying the corpse of the beast on its back." ”

"Today I want you to enjoy catching a unicorn...... "Voldemort continued, "rest assured, Quirrell will have you covered." ”

"As you wish, Teacher!" Ike looked excited, clenching the wand in his hand, his eyes full of enthusiasm and confidence.

"Go ahead, then......" Voldemort's voice grew lower and lower, and Quirrell duly wrapped up his turban and put on his hood, and walked head-on into the depths of the forest.

With the experience of the last time, this time the two of them quickly found a lone unicorn. Ike looked at the white creature in front of him, and he always felt that it was full of sadness.

A cutting spell flicked through it, pinpointing a scab on the unicorn's leg.

"The one that ran away last time?"

"Obviously, yes."

The unicorn let out a grief, glanced at Ike, who was also wearing a black hooded robe, and turned to run. Ike threw another cutting spell out, only to hit the unicorn's buttocks, leaving a trail of silvery blood on the ground.

"Looks like you've improved a bit, Mr. Stred." Quirrell couldn't help but sigh when he saw that Ike had been hit by both spells.

"Of course, I've not been idle these days."

Ike threw two levitation charms into his and Quirrell's legs, and with a slight click of his feet, he flew a long way away, closely following the unicorn, cutting spells and obstacle charms flying towards the unicorn, some hitting the air, but as long as he hit it, it was a stumbling stumble. From time to time, Quirrell would raise a wall of earth to drive away and correct the unicorns.

In this way, the unicorn finally couldn't hold on anymore when he reached an open space, and after a scream, he fell to the ground. At this time, its hooves, calves, and body were covered with tiny wounds, and silver-white blood flowed all the way.

"Teacher, I did it." Ike bowed slightly.

"Very good, very good......," Comrade Fu's voice sounded, and he turned to Quirrell, "Go, my servant, and do what you have to do......"

"Yes, master." Quirrell replied, walked to the unicorn's side in a few steps, and pointed a cutting spell at the unicorn's neck, directly cutting a wound half the size of a palm, and the silver-white blood splashed a few times, like a slowly flowing stream, fainting on the ground.

Quirrell leaned down and gulped down at the wound, feeling the renewed strength in his body, both satisfied and anxious.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and Ike followed the sound to see Malfoy being led by a dog screaming and running, leaving a small wizard with glasses covering his forehead with a lightning-like scar in pain.

None other than Harry.

Ike quietly watched Harry fall to his knees in pain, sighed secretly, his eyes swept over the bushes behind Harry, and when he raised his hand, a red light flew over.

The speed of the red light was fast, but even faster was an arrow flying out of the jungle. Ike's wand flickered, and the red light immediately changed its target, knocking the arrow aside. Just then, a centaur with white-blond hair stood between Ike and Harry.

Ike waved his wand, and two red lights flew towards the centaurs. The centaur swung his bow and sent a red light away, while the other struck Harry from under him, causing him to roll on the ground several times before lying on his back.

While the centaurs looked back to check on Harry, Ike expertly applied a phantom charm and silence to himself, and disappeared in place.

As for Quirrell, he had long since left here.

"Are you alright?" The centaur pulled Harry to his feet and asked.

"It's okay, thank you." Harry didn't feel anything wrong with his body, and the scar on his forehead didn't hurt anymore.

"You're the Potter boy? You'd better get back to Hagrid as soon as possible, the Forbidden Forest has been very dangerous lately, and two of Ryan's unicorns have died. The centaur saw Harry's iconic scar and said, "It's too dangerous here!" ”

"By the way, my name is Ferenze." The centaur added, playing with his front legs by the way, "You can climb on my back, it's faster." ”

"Okay." Harry didn't refuse, he desperately wanted to return to the castle. Reaching out and wrapping his arms around the centaur's neck, Harry climbed up with ease.

As soon as he sat down, Harry suddenly noticed that something flashed on his arm, and that was where he had just been hit.

Rolling up his sleeves, he saw a faintly red pentagram.