Voldemort!

Even the most timid dog will often muster up courage in front of its owner.

This is also the origin of the saying "a dog relies on its master's power."

But now, this horrific, outrageous scene has even made Fang back down.

Harry, Harry, and his two friends exchanged bewildered glances. All three of them knew the power of Unicorn, but what they saw before them spoke volumes about the overwhelming strength of the black-robed wizard.

However, the three of them misjudged the strength of the half-crippled Voldemort in front of them. The reason he was able to overwhelmingly defeat the Unicorn was because of his superior skill and the Unicorn's reliance on magic.

If it were a dragon, even if his magic against dragons was reduced, he wouldn't have such an easy time against a dragon's powerful physical body alone.

For example, in the original timeline, a centaur was enough to make him lay low.

Hagrid is undoubtedly someone who can make Voldemort take cover.

"Harry, what's wrong with you!" Draco couldn't help but call out. Harry, who was standing in front of him, suddenly covered his forehead and was trembling all over.

It was Dumbledore who strengthened the bond between Harry and Voldemort, and he realized Voldemort's desire to control Quirrell and escape.

If it weren't for Dumbledore, the Voldemort part that had long been Harry's source of power would still be active when facing Voldemort, but in a different way.

In layman's terms, Harry would receive a Voldemort -like buff at that moment, which would also greatly enhance Harry Wisdom, reaction speed, and combat skills.

Even after leaving Voldemort, these bonuses won't all disappear; they will be slowly absorbed by Harry.

If Harry can face Voldemort, fight him, and survive, everything about him will improve.

Unlike now, when waves of excruciating pain pierced Harry's head, as if his scars had suddenly caught fire—his vision blurred, and he staggered backward.

Voldemort, however, seemed oblivious to everything. He stared intently at his nemesis, causing him to become even worse than a ghost—and vanish in a wisp of black smoke.

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

Tom couldn't hide his thoughts, or rather, Tom wasn't good at these things in his magical way, at least not in front of him.

Inside the castle, Tom remained asleep, even in front of Harry.

He couldn't find an opportunity to activate the connection between Harry and Tom, to observe.

But in the Forbidden Forest, and given that Hagrid stronger than he himself imagined, Tom will definitely wake up when facing Hagrid, unless he doesn't want Quirrell's body.

After activating the connection between Harry and Tom only showed murderous intent and hatred.

Now it's confirmed that Tom didn't know the identity of Harry's Horcrux.

The only pity was that Quirrell was more fragile than he had imagined, daring to suck the Unicorn Blood.

Two innocent lives were lost just like that. (One of them was Quirrell, who could not be saved.)

"How could this be! Someone actually dares to drink the Unicorn Blood!" Hagrid stroked the Unicorn's body with pity, unable to contain his astonishment.

"What's wrong with Unicorn Blood?" Ron asked curiously from behind, covering his eyes as he couldn't bear to watch the tragic scene.

Harry had regained his composure, and Draco, supporting him, also strained to hear Hagrid's reply.

"Only someone who has nothing but wants everything would commit such a heinous crime. Unicorn Blood can prolong your life, even if you are already on your deathbed, but you must pay a heavy price for it. To save your own life, you slaughtered a pure, weak, and helpless life, so from the moment its blood touched your lips, you will possess a half-dead life, a cursed life," Hagrid replied, trembling.

After that, no matter what Harry and the others asked, Hagrid remained silent with a gloomy expression.

Immediately, at Hagrid's call, everyone dug a small hole and buried the unfortunate "life".

"If you're going to be cursed for the rest of your life, you might as well die, right?" Ron murmured behind him on the way back.

"And as a wizard, such a powerful wizard, how could he use such a harmful method to prolong his life?" Draco said, frowning.

"Unless that guy is just using it to prolong his life so he can drink something else—something that fully restores your energy and magic—something that makes you immortal— the Philosopher's Stone!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, his voice growing louder and louder so that Hagrid in front of him could almost hear him.

"Voldemort!" Harry shouted.

"How could you say that name!" Ron and Draco exclaimed in unison.

"Didn't you expect this? Who would do this? Who has been waiting silently for so many years, longing to make a comeback? Who is clinging to life, waiting for the right opportunity?" Harry asked, pulling the two of them aside.

"You-Know-Who!"

"The Dark Lord!" Ron and Draco exclaimed, exchanging bewildered glances.

"So, the wizard under your black robe is Quirrell, and the Dark Lord is controlling him from behind!" Draco exclaimed, trembling all over, and clinging tightly to Ron.

However, Ron wasn't much better off. "Could the You-Know-Who be right behind Quirrell's head?"

"Oh no! Fred and George hit Quirrell on the back of the head!" Ron said hoarsely, his face full of terror.

"Dumbledore left the Philosopher's Stone at Hogwarts to capture him!" Harry pumped his fist. "But we saw it today, even half-crippled Voldemort is still so powerful. Could Dumbledore— "

"Harry, you guys, hurry up, it's almost 1:30 already," Hagrid shouted from a short distance away, interrupting the conversation.

Back at the castle, Hagrid first escorted Draco back to the lounge, then watched them return to the sixth floor, to the entrance of the Ravenclaw Common Room.

In the dark common room, Harry was still wide awake, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, still shivering.

Ron had no choice but to stay with him, enduring the constant onslaught of sleepiness.

"Aha! I knew it all along. In the magical world today, who would dare to break into Gringotts and Hogwarts one after another? Who could crush Unicorn without getting hurt or using any spells!"

"It's just Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.

"Don't say that name again!" Ron whispered in a panic.

"The reason Dumbledore hasn't touched him is probably because of Quirrell's life, and he also wants to capture Voldemort!"

"But what if Dumbledore underestimated Voldemort? He's still so powerful, and might not be as weak as Dumbledore thinks!" Harry continued.

"Could you please stop saying that name!" Ron said in a low voice.

"So now I can only wait for Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's Stone," Harry continued excitedly. "If Dumbledore's plan fails, and Voldemort comes back to life, comes here, and kills me... well, I think Dumbledore will be happy then."

"This is a school! Not a battlefield!" Harry concluded angrily.

"Harry, you have to trust Dumbledore. He is the Greatest White Wizard, the one that the You-Know-Who has always feared."

"In my opinion, we don't need to think too much about it; Dumbledore will take care of everything."

"Dumbledore misjudged Voldemort's strength, but Hagrid will definitely tell Dumbledore about tonight's events, and he will understand then," Ron reassured him.

As dawn broke, they stopped talking, their throats dry and sore, and exhausted, they returned to their dormitory to go to bed.