After entering the Forbidden Forest this time, Harley felt that it was very different from before.
The first time Harley had come to the Forbidden Forest, Voldemort had still been possessing poor Professor Quirrell and hunting Unicorns there.
His brutality and violent presence had filled the poor insects and small animals with fear of the death that was coming, and they hadn't dared make a sound.
The time Harley had tested her abilities, she had come to the Forbidden Forest during the day.
So, strictly speaking, this was the first time Harley had seen what the Forbidden Forest was really like at night—
Under a sky full of stars, the moonlight fell gently over the dark forest.
The weather was about to turn cold. Ordinary insects were making the most of their final days, filling the forest with their cries in waves.
A short distance away, there was a sharp pop, and a young Diricawl, startled by the insects, suddenly appeared not far from Harley.
But it fell to the ground without a sound. A large Kneazle had appeared beside it at some point and had its teeth clamped around the Diricawl's neck.
The Kneazle didn't immediately enjoy its late-night snack. Instead, it glanced warily at Harley and backed away one step at a time.
Once it disappeared into the forest and out of Harley's sight, the woods fell completely silent.
Harley didn't try to save the Diricawl, nor did she bother the Kneazle as it returned to its nest to enjoy its meal.
That was nature's choice. No one had the right to interfere.
Harley didn't linger at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
This time, her destination was deep within the forest.
Seeing that she was already some distance from Hogwarts Castle, Harley pulled her Flying Broomstick from