Patience.

It is the most important part of hunting.

The smell of love spreads with the wind in the Forbidden Forest.

There are many creatures that are attracted to flesh and blood, and come and go.

Hungry wolves, greedily gnawing on the fattest bellies.

The fox with a dull coat steals the meat of the leg in the cracks.

Wild dogs and wild cats can only take a piece of it and take it away, and they are not qualified to eat on the "table".

These creatures are unusually harmonious, there are no fights, no quarrels.

Tacitly enjoy this heavenly meal.

They are beasts at the top of the food chain, but in this forest, they only have the status of "prey".

Even this meal, they were not blessed, not long to enjoy, an old wolf raised its head to the sky and panicked and roared, the wolves immediately fled with their tails between their legs, with a burst of chickens and dogs jumping, leaving scattered paw prints, and most of the dead cows.

Horses come here.

They also smell aphrodisiacs.

On his previous trips to the Forbidden Forest, Harry had come across these self-proclaimed protectors of the Forbidden Forest, and never said hello - Hagrid had said that centaurs hated humans terribly, even if they were more tolerant of their cubs.

Staying away from unnecessary dangers is the most important rule of survival.

The one at the head looked at the stars and let out a long sigh.

The oxen on the ground did not move, but turned around and left with their people.

They seem to have come specifically to disperse wild beasts.

Wait until late at night.

Da Da Da –

The sound of hooves, from far and near, a bloated, fat creature cautiously approached from the bushes, making Harry's long-awaited target finally appear.

It greedily sniffs the rich scent in the air.

Pure, loyal love!

But when he saw the source of the breath, the gnawed corpse of a cow, which made the creature tilt its head, it was a little puzzled, and the cow did not seem to be a creature that could be so loyal in love.

Perhaps the exception.

It's not often that you can eat something like this, not even in a castle outside the forest.

It walked over, bent its head, and licked a mouthful of blood.

Something is wrong with the taste in your mouth.

It hesitated, then took a second sip and went to the part where the smell of love was strongest.

This time it's confirmed.

Fake!

It's not love!

False, ugly, forged to deceive themselves.

The two-horned beast roared in rage, lifted its hooves, and stomped the cow corpse to shreds.

It's the perfect time!

Harry finally took a flask from under his robe and threw it at it. With a clatter, the bottle shattered, and the dirty gray potion inside splattered out and landed on the fat body, and in an instant, a dense layer of acne appeared on the skin—Neville's failed potion.

The strange feeling of the skin made the bicorns cry out in pain.

Harry continued to wave his wand, and with a few grunts—

The vines tied to the ox are like snakes, wrapping around it and restraining it.

"A spring is like water!"

"Frost and cold!"

A few more spells.

Water splashed on it, quickly condensing into ice, further strengthening the restraining effect.

The two-horned beast struggled, screaming in fear, and began to gather magic power on its horns, like a black mist, heavy and ominous.

"Loose and energetic!" Harry refills the spell.

He also made fingerprints.

"Igni!"

The lava serpent wrapped around its neck, burning its skin.

Harry put on a golden Quinn shield before he lifted his invisibility cloak, pulled out his sword, and rushed forward.

However, the two-horned beast has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Seeing the figure appear, the black magic on the horn immediately shot towards Harry-

Harry rolled sideways, on guard, but the curse would turn around and chase Harry, slamming into the shield with a brilliant golden spark.

A little black mist fell on the robes.

Snort-

It melted the fabric, penetrated it effortlessly, and dripped onto the troll's leather armor, and the already weak tiny magic power could not penetrate the defense of the leather armor, and disappeared completely.

The two-horned beast began to condense a second curse.

Harry didn't give it a chance, raised his sword and slashed at his neck, where the flames had burned and scorched.

The blade of the sword is sharp, and the bones are cut off.

The huge head rolled off, its horns stuck on the ground, and stopped next to the cow's corpse.

"I didn't expect you to ...... this way" the Sorting Hat said in a complicated tone, a little embarrassed.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Harry asked rhetorically, "Like that day when you dealt with the trolls, and rushed straight up?" ”

He waved his wand.

The vines re-tied the cow carcass and smashed it into the bicorn's head.

The moment the flesh came into contact with the horns, a massive, evil curse, using up the last vestiges of its life, erupted, and the black mist filled the air, and the cow corpse quickly dried up, becoming filthy and fishy.

Shocking.

"It's not Gryffindor at all." The Sorting Hat muttered, "You can tackle it head-on." ”

"But it's safe, it's a '4X' class dark magic creature." Harry replied that he had done a few more tests on the carcass to make sure there was nothing left of the curse before crouching down and handling the materials.

Why fight head-on if you can sneak attack?

The Sorting Hat was still muttering, what wizard glory, what battle glory and so on.

Cut off the double horns, stuff them into the hat, and gag its mouth.

Harry slipped out of the Forbidden Forest, and instead of immediately returning to the Gryffindor Tower, he headed straight for the third floor.

"Wait, Harry, where are you going?" The Sorting Hat noticed that something was wrong and whispered, "This is not the way back to the tower. ”

"I know." Harry nodded, his tone calm.

Arriving at Professor McGonagall's office, he took off his cloak of invisibility and knocked respectfully on the door.

After a while, the door was opened.

Professor McGonagall, who was wearing cat-pattern pajamas, opened the door and saw Harry, with some surprise in her eyes, "I thought it was Filch, why are you, Harry?" ”

"It's a curfew......

"Professor, I just violated the school rules and went to the Forbidden Forest." Harry replied honestly.

Professor McGonagall was even more surprised, and let out an exclamation of exclamation: "Ah, oh, this ......"

Harry's words made it difficult for her to react effectively.

She knew how unwell-behaved the lion cubs were.

Bullying professors, night tours, breaking into forbidden book areas and forbidden forests......

But Hogwarts has always been like this - as long as it is not discovered, it is a good boy who follows the school rules.

took the initiative to throw himself into the net from the professor, and he still had such an expression of impatience......

Harry was the first.

There was one time last semester, but she later learned that Harry had met Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest.

Dumbledore asked Harry to give him an explanation.

Harry confessed to himself.

What is it because of today?

What dark wizard did you run into again?

Her expression became horrified: "Potter, you're not hurt, what does the dark wizard look like......"

"Professor, Hogwarts may not be that safe." Harry said tactfully, "But it won't be like a sieve, with dark wizards coming in at both ends of the three days." ”

"There are only those magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest."

"Nothing happened?" McGonault asked.

Harry nodded, "Nothing happened. "At least I didn't have an accident.

"Then Mr. Potter should go back to sleep." Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't do that in the future, the Forbidden Forest is not for young wizards......"

"Professor, shouldn't you keep me in confinement?" Harry asked.

McGonagall was stunned.

So...

Harry threw himself into the net so late, and the purpose was this?

Thinking of Flitwick's appearance, her heart tightened, and she had a bad premonition.

Don't wait for her to speak.

"I have Professor Snape's confinement every Thursday and Saturday." Harry suggested, "How about you look at Wednesdays and Fridays?" ”

"It should be fine." McGonagall nodded hesitantly.

"Then we'll be tomorrow... No, see you tonight. Harry bowed slightly, "Good night, Professor McGonagall, good night." ”

"Good night." McGonagall waved her hand and said goodbye to Harry.

"Wait, Minerva, Harry is provoking you!" The Sorting Hat shouted, "The bold little lion did it on purpose. ”

"It shouldn't... Twenty points for Gryffindor? ”

Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up dangerously, and she looked sharply at her hat.

The Sorting Hat's voice weakened, "Perhaps?" ”

"Fifty points for the Sorting Hat." Harry slapped it, "Why do you need to deduct points for things that can be locked up?" ”

"Professor, I'm applying for a one-year confinement."

McGonagall chuckled in her heart and waved her hand: "No, it only takes half a month to break into the Forbidden Forest at night......"

"Maybe I'll go back in the future." Harry shrugged his shoulders and looked indifferent, "It's better to renew it once, so you don't have to waste time next time." ”

McGonagall sighed in confusion.

Wait for Harry to get away.

She's powerless - every dean wants a great student, and they are proud of it, but... So hungry.

She could already foresee that in half a year, she would be like Flitwick.

But she didn't have a plan.

Harry is more special than any student.

Others just have to face the "owls" and "newts" exams, but he has to face Voldemort.

Snape was hateful.

It's okay to shove some dung stone into Dumbledore's head and make him make the stupid decision of having a young first-year wizard face Voldemort.

"Gryffindor deducts five points." Reluctantly, Professor McGonagall whispered, and the Sorting Hat reminded her that the strict standards of being a Vice Chancellor still made her speak.

The hat had been with Dumbledore for a long time, and it was also infected.

Back in her office, she began to wonder how to pull the Hufflepuff Dean next door into the water, and she had heard Dumbledore mention that Harry was learning spells from Snape.

The four deans were fooled by him, and there could be no one left safe and sound.

Gryffindor Lounge.

Quiet.

Only two people sat by the fireplace.

Ron was lying on the table, with a book in his hand, and the man was asleep, but his mouth was not resting, and he was still reciting the Code of Transfiguration.

Hermione held the powerful potion in her hand.

Hearing the movement, he turned his head and saw that it was Harry, and hurriedly put down the book in his hand: "Harry, are you back?" Why so late. ”

It's past two o'clock in the morning.

"The creature was a little cautious and refused to show its face." Harry waved his hand, "But it turned out to be good, the thing got it." ”