A born Slytherin, heir to the Malfoy family, Potter's nemesis...
Mr. Draco Malfoy is feeling quite bored lately.
There was nothing at Hogwarts that made him happy, and most importantly, Potter had been nowhere to be seen lately, seemingly preoccupied with something.
This annoyed him.
Although they were there during class, they disappeared as soon as get out of class ended.
This puzzled Malfoy greatly.
"Potter is definitely up to no good!"
Despite thinking this way, he ultimately had no evidence.
This made him lose his appetite at dinner.
After casually shoveling a couple of bites of dinner, Malfoy craned his neck to look at the Gryffindor table.
After searching the crowd for a moment, Malfoy quickly spotted the annoying Potter and the penniless Weasley.
These two are always glued together, like the two wheels of a bicycle.
Malfoy casually tossed a piece of Steak on his plate with his fork, but his eyes remained fixed on the "Harry-Ron Bicycle" logo.
The two of them were talking about something, their faces full of anticipation and excitement, and they even secretly took a lot of food from the table.
Seeing that Harry and Ron had hidden some food and were preparing to leave the Great Hall, Malfoy immediately threw down his fork, got up, and chased after them.
Goyle was engrossed in his meal, wiped his mouth, looked up from his bowl, and asked blankly, "Aren't you going to eat, Malfoy?"
"Just eat your food, don't follow me."
Malfoy slapped the back of his head and strode out of the Great Hall.
Following Harry and Ron out of the Great Hall, through several corridors and across the courtyard, they left the castle.
"Where are they going so late?"
Malfoy leaned against the pillar, staring intently at the silhouette of "Harry-Ron Bicycle".
Malfoy followed them and saw them enter Hagrid's cabin.
Malfoy curled his lip, inwardly despising these two for bringing shame to Pure-blood wizard.
How could a noble Pure-blood wizard possibly be paired with a Half-blood- breed like Hagrid?
The foolish and impoverished Weasley is one thing.
"Potter should be with a noble Pure-blood wizard like me!" Malfoy thought to himself.
The noble Pure-blood wizard Draco Malfoy is currently hiding behind a rock, keeping a close eye on Hagrid's Hut.
After a while, the three of them came out of the small wooden house one after another.
Harry and Ron looked excited and expectant, while Hagrid looked somewhat helpless.
The two of them insisted on going with him to see Norbert, and he had no choice but to agree.
Hagrid picked up the giant crossbow placed at the entrance, called out to Fang, fastened two lanterns to his waist, and led Harry and Ron into the Forbidden Forest.
Malfoy craned his neck out from behind the rock, his curiosity growing.
Why would they go into the Forbidden Forest?
"The way they look at themselves is as if Galleon are hidden in the Forbidden Forest."
After thinking for a moment, Malfoy gritted his teeth and followed them into the Forbidden Forest.
At this moment, he had completely forgotten his fear; only curiosity remained in his heart.
Malfoy, whose entire attention was focused on the "Harry-Ron Bicycle," did not notice that it was getting dark.
To ensure the operation went smoothly, Quirrell refused to let Silan leave and had him eat dinner in his office. As soon as it got dark, Quirrell couldn't wait to set off.
"Mr. Prewett, let's go."
Silan glanced out the window.
As darkness fell, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the horizon, spreading out a faint light. Only a small portion of the sun remained on the horizon, resembling a flattened fried egg.
Quirrell led Silan through a secret passage, carefully bypassing everyone, explaining, "This is a clandestine operation."
Perhaps Quirrell already felt he had Silan under his control, and didn't even bother to come up with a decent excuse.
Silan didn't bother to expose this rather crude reason, and simply followed Quirrell in silence.
They entered the Forbidden Forest, where the dense trees blocked out the already meager sunlight, and the surroundings quickly became pitch black.
Quirrell handed Silan a lantern and they silently searched the Forbidden Forest.
"Professor, where are we going?"
Silan switched the lantern to his left hand, and quietly grasped the wand hidden in his sleeve with his right.
"Go to the Unicorn colony."
Quirrell didn't look back. He ventured into the Forbidden Forest many times and finally figured out where the Unicorn gathered.
"I think going to the Unicorn colony is taking a roundabout route," Silan, stopping in her tracks.
"What did you say?" Quirrell turned and stared at him. "Unicorn aren't so easy to find."
Quirrell was getting annoyed by Silan's unauthorized actions.
Not going to the Unicorn colony?
This young wizard probably doesn't know how elusive Unicorn are, and how sensitive their senses are; searching for Unicorn in the Forbidden Forest is as easy as playing a lottery.
You never know whether you'll get a stylish hat or a pile of dried dragon dung.
Having ventured into the Forbidden Forest several times and deeply understood how rare Unicorn were, Quirrell bluntly stated, "Stop your foolish thinking. We only have a better chance of encountering them near Unicorn colonies."
Silan shrugged and shone his lantern on a rock in front of him. "Professor, look, there are a few Unicorn Hair here."
By the light of the lantern, Quirrell did indeed find a few broken hairs on the rock next to Silan.
Its fur is silvery-white as snow and as soft as silk.
It's definitely Unicorn.
"Such good luck today?" Quirrell was somewhat shocked.
You should know that he had searched for Unicorn several times but returned empty-handed, without even seeing a single hair.
We've already made a discovery just as we entered the Forbidden Forest?
"That's not all." Silan brushed aside a few fallen leaves near the stone and pointed to several hoof prints, saying, "These are Unicorn tracks, which means it must have just been here."
"Really? It's nearby, are you sure?"
Quirrell was excited and thrilled. Although he tried to appear calm, he couldn't help but keep asking questions.
Isn't that wrong?
Was I just randomly looking for Unicorn before?
Or is this simply Magical Creatures's innate affinity for others?
Quirrell felt a little bewildered.
"Your talent..." Quirrell paused, "Is quite useful."
Quirrell felt a pang of jealousy.
If I had that talent, I would have completed the Dark Lord's mission long ago. Why would I need to sneak into the forest in the dead of night?
"It's nothing," Silan said nonchalantly.
Of course it's practical.
After all, these traces were deliberately left by Clop; they were traps he set, waiting specifically for Quirrell.
Although Quirrell possessed extensive theoretical knowledge, he lacked practical experience, making this kind of field search work quite challenging for him.
Now we have no choice but to listen to Silan.
"Let's go then, Professor," Silan said with a smile.
"Okay," Quirrell replied, somewhat bewildered.
From this moment on, the balance of power will shift.