After leading Quirrell on a perfunctory stroll through the Forbidden Forest, Silan followed the trail he had left behind towards the place he had arranged to meet Clop.
Pushing aside two clumps of low bushes, Silan and Quirrell simultaneously spotted a Unicorn.
With its white horse, silver mane, and long, slender horn, it was clearly an adult Unicorn.
Just then, the bright moon broke through the clouds, and its delicate, silvery moonlight pierced through the layers of leaves, casting a few rays of light that illuminated the Unicorn. Bathed in moonlight, the Unicorn, its body shimmering with silver light, lowered its head to drink water by the stream, appearing completely at ease.
A mature Unicorn possesses peak magical power and vitality, making its blood the perfect choice.
Quirrell's heart skipped a beat, and he gripped his wand, ready to rush out, but Silan stopped him.
"Don't rush, Professor," Silan said softly. "Going over there like that will scare it. If it runs away, all our efforts will be wasted."
Although Quirrell was agitated, he hadn't lost his composure and asked, "Then what should we do?"
"I'll approach it first; you stay here and hide," Silan suggested earnestly. "You can come out after I've calmed it down."
"Okay." Quirrell hesitated for a moment, then nodded with difficulty.
As long as Silan remains within his sight, Quirrell is confident he can't let it escape.
After all, the paths in the Forbidden Forest are difficult to walk on; how fast can a small child run?
Silan parted the bushes and walked toward Clop.
When Clop saw him, just like in their previous rehearsals, he pretended to be a stranger and moved aside.
This made Quirrell quite nervous.
He knew how sharp Unicorn were; in the past, Unicorn would run away before he could even get close.
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous..."
Silan extended a hand to Clop, speaking in a reassuring tone, and slowly moved toward him.
Clop stomped his hoof and jumped twice before calming down, seemingly soothed by Silan.
Very good!
Quirrell, standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing.
Bringing Prewett along was definitely the right decision.
"Blood... Unicorn Blood..."
The hoarse voice in my mind was intermittent, but much weaker than before.
Sensing the Dark Lord's anxiety, Quirrell quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, great master, I'll draw your blood right away."
Quirrell felt that success was beckoning him.
Once I complete this task, obtain the Philosopher's Stone, and wait for the Dark Lord to return, I will be free from my current suffering and finally be able to lie down and sleep.
Quirrell's heart was filled with joy.
He slowly approached, wand in hand, preparing to strike, but suddenly saw the Unicorn lower its head and bend its body, hooking its front legs to provide a foothold for Silan.
Silan stepped on its legs, grabbed its mane, leaped up, and ran away in the blink of an eye.
She waved goodbye to him before leaving.
The joy that had just welled up in his heart vanished instantly, and Quirrell stood there dumbfounded.
What does it mean that Prewett rode off on Unicorn?
How is that possible?
Isn't it said that Unicorn never get close to male wizards?
How could it possibly want to be ridden by Prewett?
And we'd only just met!
Completely baffled, Quirrell gritted his teeth and roared, "You lowly beast! You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"
"Hurry up and chase after them!"
The roar in his mind awakened Quirrell's consciousness, and he hurriedly chased after the direction where Silan had disappeared.
The Forbidden Forest was densely wooded and pitch black, making it impossible for Quirrell to accurately pinpoint the location even with Apparition. Despite using Apparition several times, Quirrell still couldn't catch up with Silan, and the frequent use of Apparition even made him feel dizzy.
Oh no, oh no.
Quirrell was in a state of utter confusion, and his hand gripping his wand trembled involuntarily.
Pretend you don't understand and make him stop?
Since I haven't even made a move yet, shouldn't I continue to pretend?
This idea was immediately rejected by Quirrell.
Judging from Silan's practiced manner, he must have known all along that he was going to make a move against him and had prepared accordingly. He probably fell into Hiran's trap the moment he first discovered the Unicorn's broken horn.
Ironically, I actually thought I had him completely under my control back then.
That's incredibly foolish.
Quirrell, realizing how surprisingly easy it had been to find the Unicorn that day, understood the whole story almost instantly.
He was filled with remorse.
It's not a big deal if we can't catch the Unicorn, but it would be a real problem if Prewett escaped and told Dumbledore about it.
Even if Dumbledore didn't believe him, he would probably have more doubts about himself.
With that thought in mind, Quirrell quickened his pace and waved his wand, casting several Spells in succession.
"Locomotor Mortis!"
"Diffindo!"
Avada Kedavra!
Quirrell was anxious and didn't care about anything else. He unleashed a series of increasingly powerful Spells, which greatly slowed down Silan's speed.
Unfortunately, none of them hit the target.
This isn't entirely Quirrell's fault; he was casting the spell while moving at high speed, which greatly reduced Spells accuracy.
Moreover, the Forbidden Forest has rugged terrain and limited visibility, and the Unicorn are extremely fast and agile, making it very difficult for Quirrell's Spells to hit.
This made Quirrell even more anxious.
Suddenly, he noticed that the Unicorn had slowed down considerably, Silan on its back had pulled out her wand, seemingly preparing to retaliate.
Seeing this, Quirrell was overjoyed.
The opportunity has arrived!
What Spells could a first-year wizard possibly know, and yet he dared to turn around and fight back?
But this is good too. It allows him to hit me, luring him into a fight and slowing him down, giving me a chance.
Thinking this, Quirrell quickened his pace and moved closer to her.
Silan waved his wand:
"Incendio!"
"Diffindo!"
Quirrell curled his lip in disdain; these low-level Spells couldn't possibly harm him.
I was too nervous.
Even if he has some talent, he's still just a first-year student and doesn't know many Spells.
How could he possibly be my opponent?
However, to lull Silan into a false sense of security, Quirrell cast a Protego on himself and then deliberately let Sheeran hit him.
A blinding flash of light shot out from Silan's wand, rushing towards Quirrell like Fire Serpent.
When the flames reached Quirrell, they seemed to encounter an invisible wall and were split apart.
But the Severing Charm followed immediately.
This Spells almost shattered Quirrell's Shield Charm.
The Sectumsempra?
No, this is just a regular Severing Charm.
Even so, Quirrell was still greatly alarmed, cold sweat poured down his face, and he hurriedly dodged to the side, while casting several protective Spells on himself with his wand.
When Quirrell looked up at Silan again, the shock in his heart lingered for a long time.
How could this possibly be the Spells level of a first-year wizard?
For a brief moment just now, Quirrell almost thought he had run into Snape's Sectumsempra.
But it turned out to be just a simple Severing Charm.
Can the Severing Charm be mastered to this level?
Quirrell hardened his heart, increased his speed again, and brandished his wand, preparing to unleash his most vicious spell.
But he discovered that Silan had begun to chant.
As we all know, Spells are usually not very long, mostly just a few words.
What do you mean by "you've started chanting"?
"Impedimenta, Expelliarmus Petrificus Totalus Incendio Stupefy, Avis, Relashio, the Glacius, Confringo, Flipendo, Oppugno..."