The Eternal Night People are like the sword of Damocles to Professor White's father and daughter, although Andre and the others were driven back by them, they did not dare to relax their vigilance at all, for fear that these people would come to the door again.

Right now? The USSR is really going to disappear.

And the Soviet Ministry of Magic, a vast organization of 15 member states, was also on the verge of collapse.

The Eternal Nights will also be history.

Joel understood Professor White's excitement, and he quickly sat down in his chair and wrote back.

Poppy is talking to Sergei's owl Caesar, the two owls rubbing the thick fur on their necks, and Poppy wants to share his hard-earned owl food with Caesar.

But in the blink of an eye, another letter was stuffed into Bobby's paws, and it was the unscrupulous master.

"Go give it to Professor White." Joel pulled out another handful of owl food from the jar.

Poppy looked at Joel's hand, then looked back at the share in his cage, thought about it for a while, thought it was a good deal, turned his head 270 degrees and looked at Caesar with affectionate eyes, and then flapped his wings and flew away.

"For Professor White?" Eddie made the bed and sat down, and the bed instantly returned to its original mess.

"Hmm." Joel answered, looked at the dried holly branches, and placed it in a long box.

Eddie seemed to just want to ask, and didn't say anything after that, not at all like the boy who was shouting all over the world that Professor White was his goddess.

Children's love is like a cloud, the wind blows gently and then drifts away.

At lunchtime, the Gryffindor students went crazy for one simple reason: they had once again defeated Slytherin, and the new Seeker, Harry Potter, had lived up to the hype and taken the Golden Snitch.

In Gryffindor's opinion, this year's Quidditch Cup is within reach.

Ravenclaw needless to say, last season's men were defeated and had no power to fight back against their great strength, as for Hufflepuff? They can't even win against Ravenclaw now, what can they do to win them?

Logically, the Gryffindor students can already celebrate the season in advance.

At the Slytherin table in the other corner of the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy's face was gloomy, he had planned to watch Scarhead's first Quidditch game and come back to laugh at him, he had never imagined that Scarhead's flying talent would be so amazing.

Ravenclaw watched from the sidelines, and after a comfortable win over Hufflepuff, the eaglets also had a hint of illusion that they were equally hungry for a Quidditch Cup.

A week later, Joel snuck up again into the Forbidden Forest, and as he passed by Hagrid's hut, Joel subconsciously glanced inside.

It was pitch black, and at 8 p.m., Hagrid didn't know where he had gone.

Joel instinctively felt that something wasn't quite right tonight, maybe he was scared when he came here last week? He muttered, trying to forget what had spooked him last week, that he would have to get the unicorn's hair today anyway, and that he couldn't wait for the next qualifying full moon night to be seven months away.

Stepping into the Forbidden Forest with ease, Joel has also gathered a lot of information about unicorns over the past two months.

One thing: unicorns don't like to come into contact with males.

That's not a problem, Joel didn't want those unicorns to send him their fur obediently, he had a lot of plans.

Joel, who is familiar with the original books, knows that there are many unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, and his biggest scruple about coming here is not to be bumped into by Voldemort and Quirrell.

He guessed that Voldemort's character, who didn't want others to know about anything, would definitely catch unicorns in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, so he specially circled around the Forbidden Forest.

But there was no sign of the unicorn.

Seeing the time slowly passing, Joel was a little anxious, and he was forced to head deeper into the Forbidden Forest, even though a voice in his heart kept shouting to stop it.

Joel had been walking down a path when suddenly he saw something on the ground glowing silver-blue—and when he got closer, it was a puddle of blood, unicorn blood.

The blood was slippery and greasy sticking to the leaves on the ground, not yet completely dry.

I...... Joel almost blurted out 10,000 swear words in his heart.

He could think of who was the initiator of this pool of unicorn blood, but he didn't expect him to carry it like this, and he just took two steps towards the Forbidden Forest before he ran into the old man without a nose.

Joel suppressed the loud heartbeat, and he came up with a brilliant idea.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger!

He took the refreshing potion out of the system's inventory and poured all the liquid from the little blue bottle into his mouth.

One bottle refreshes the mind, and two bottles never get tired......

It seems like there's some mess up in it.

Joel felt the fatigue of a busy day dissipate, and he was now in good spirits enough to run two laps around the Black Lake.

With his wand in hand, he cast the Illusion Spell again, and Joel chased the unicorn into the depths of the Forbidden Forest following the bits of blood left behind by the unicorn.

The silver-blue blood stains were getting denser and denser, and now the blood stains were not only on the ground, but also on the trunks of several holly.

The unicorn seemed to be struggling violently, but to no avail.

There was more and more blood, and Joel panicked when he saw it.

This unicorn is more than lucky, and the old man without a nose is much more powerful than the unicorn even if he is attached to the back of Quirrell's head.

After walking in the Forbidden Forest for half an hour, he finally saw the corpse of the unicorn.

It lay on its side on the ground, its holy and beautiful body covered with dead leaves and dirt, and its long, soft snow-white mane contrasted with the dark ground like a pearl left in the dirt.

Joel stopped, holding his breath a little and waiting for what would happen next.

As expected, a figure wearing a black hood crawled slowly on the ground, like a poisonous snake that had poisoned its prey waiting to be devoured,

The man crawled up to the unicorn's corpse, opened his mouth and bit down on the unicorn's wound, and began sucking its blood.

Joel didn't dare to make a single one, and quietly crouched down, avoiding the branches in front of him, and imprinted this scene firmly in his mind.

The unicorn's corpse quickly dried up at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the man's stomach swallowed the unicorn's blood like a bottomless pit.

Joel expects the noseless old man to quickly suck the unicorn's body out and leave, so that he can take the opportunity to go up and pick up the unicorn's hair.

Suddenly, he felt a tightness in his back, as if an animal was watching him behind him.

It was a familiar feeling to Joel, and it wasn't the first time he had encountered it, and he felt that his body that had cast the illusion spell had nowhere to hide in the animal's eyes.

Voldemort, the old man without a nose, finally sucked the last drop of the unicorn's blood, turned and crawled away, and disappeared into the tall and dense woods of the Forbidden Forest.

Joel didn't move, he knew that there were spoilers who were also eyeing the unicorn corpse, and it was no surprise that he was now the weakest party and had no right to distribute the unicorn corpse full of treasures.

He could only wait.