Don't Come Over Here

Quirrell's chest visibly caved in, and his body flew through the air as if hit by a train, crashing through trees at an astonishing speed, his piercing screams echoing through the woods.

After landing on the ground, Harry, with the help of the light from Tom, could clearly see a dark shadow emerge from the hooded man, coiling around the trees like a snake and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Andros was surprised to see that the other person could escape as if nothing had happened. "This person? Is he a mudfish in disguise?"

Gellert Grindelwald witnessed the whole thing and explained softly, "A product of Dark Magic, his body can greatly absorb physical damage, but the magic contained in your punch has already entered his body."

He paused for a moment, then said, "So the Patronus can be used like this? It seems we need to have a proper discussion about this."

Andros deactivated his Physical Practice mode and returned to the Study Space, looking at Gellert Grindelwald with a puzzled expression. "Can a dark wizard like you still use Patronus? What's the point of communicating with him?"

Gellert Grindelwald's face darkened. "You bastard, do you have to be so direct, a wizard from a thousand years ago?!"

Outside, Tom stood still, the extraordinary effect not yet over. He tried his best to remember all the insights he had just gained, to digest them slowly later.

Only after things returned to normal did Tom turn around and look at the stunned trio of three people and their dog.

Hagrid was the first to regain his senses, reaching out his large hand in terror, "You, you don't come any closer!"

Tom was taken aback. They wouldn't let me go? Fine, then I won't go. He simply swept past Hagrid and the others and went straight to the injured unicorn.

The great unicorn regained some strength after resting, but its condition was weak. The wounds on its body showed no signs of healing.

These wounds were caused by Dark Magic, and if not treated in time, they would lead to death from excessive bleeding. This is when old man Gellert Grindelwald should step in.

Tom called out in his mind, "Mr. Grindelwald."

Gellert Grindelwald immediately identified the corresponding counter-spell, recited the incantation and gesture, and Tom followed suit.

Having an elderly man with you is already considered overpowered, but having a whole bunch of elderly men with you? You can only say that you're either not on the verge of success or not!

Under Gellert Grindelwald's guidance, Tom used a counter-curse to remove the effects of the Dark Magic curse. The dark energy clinging to the wound slowly dissipated, and he took out a Dittany healing potion and carefully applied it to the wound.

While applying the ointment, he muttered, "I told you, this world is very dangerous, my dear wife. What would you do without me?"

"Luckily, I left my mark on you last time, otherwise you would have followed in that unicorn's footsteps this time."

"Woo~ woo~" The unicorn let out a low cry, nuzzling his hand with its head, looking aggrieved and docile.

Now the unicorn wasn't arrogant anymore; the bond they had cultivated was finally paying off.

The palace in my mind shone brightly; success was just one step away.

Hagrid and the others watched from the sidelines, none of them daring to move. Harry, being the most receptive to the situation, cautiously spoke first, "Tom, what exactly is going on?"

Tom didn't even look up, speaking casually, "Didn't you see? Someone attacked my unicorn, and I chased him away. It's that simple."

"Your unicorn?" Hagrid couldn't help but ask. "It's a unicorn from the Forbidden Forest."

Tom immediately turned around, pressed the unicorn's head down, and forced it to look at him. "Tell me, are you mine?"

The unicorn neither refuted nor admitted anything, but simply looked at him with innocent, large eyes.

Tom smiled at the three of them. "See? She planned it."

He secretly applied more pressure, causing the unicorn to let out a soft groan of pain.

Hagrid stopped dwelling on it and changed the subject. "Who was the attacker?"

"I don't know, the hood is enchanted, so you can't see the face."

Tom suddenly looked up into the darkness. "Hiding like this, are you planning to ambush me?"

Three Centaur emerged from the darkness. "No, we mean no harm." They wisely lowered their bows and arrows.

Hagrid called out to the lead Centaur, "Firenze!" Then, turning to Harry and Ron, he introduced them, "They are Centaur, inhabitants of the Forbidden Forest."

Then he said to Tom, "They won't ambush the little wizard."

Tom chuckled. "That's hard to say." The three Centaur didn't look too good, but thankfully it was dark so it wasn't noticeable.

"I just saw Mars was unusually bright, so I came to check it out," Firenze explained.

"It's none of my business, just leave me alone." Tom waved his hand, too lazy to waste words with them.

Tom stood up, dusted off his robe, and prepared to leave with the unicorn.

Hagrid quickly stopped him, "Tom, you can't leave now! Dangerous guys have infiltrated the Forbidden Forest, we have to go see Albus Dumbledore and explain the situation."

"But I still need to take her to find my daughter." Tom stroked the unicorn's soft mane.

Firenze stepped forward. "Leave it to us. I know their family, Centaur will take care of the follow-up treatment."

Tom hesitated for a moment, but still refused. He needed to let the little girl know who her savior was.

The group dared not object to Tom, and could only obediently follow Tom, until they found the little unicorn and another large unicorn.

When the little unicorn saw its mother was injured, it rushed over anxiously and kept circling around her.

The giant unicorn nuzzled its head against its daughter, a heartwarming scene that greatly improved the mood of Harry and Ron, who had been frightened.

Tom gave the little unicorn a final hug and led them away.

The three cowards only dared to walk behind him.

Fifteen minutes later, the group arrived at the Headmaster's Office.

The Gargoyle came to life and looked at Tom suspiciously. "Slytherin brat, what brings you here so late?"

Tom pointed at Hagrid. "It wasn't my idea to come; he insisted I come." He looked completely innocent.

The Stone Guardian jumped aside, clearing the way.

Hagrid was taken aback. "No password required?"

The Stone Guardian yawned lazily. "You need it, but this kid doesn't." It then ignored him.

When the group arrived at the office, the room was empty. Tom skillfully occupied the single sofa, crossed his legs, creating a stark contrast with Hagrid and the others who were standing obediently.

Soon, a commotion came from upstairs, Albus Dumbledore wearing his pajamas and looking sleepy, came out.

"Please be considerate of the hard-earned sleep time of the elderly, everyone. Are you here so late because you think your House Points?"

Tom solemnly reminded him, "Professor, eye boogers."

Albus Dumbledore raised a hand and rubbed his eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Riddle. But even so, I will not lessen the punishment."

Hagrid apologetically recounted what had happened.

Albus Dumbledore's expression turned serious. "The Hooded Man, the Deathly Unicorn, Hagrid, you should have told me this sooner."