After leaving that classroom, Harry changed a road and went around to Moving Staircases leading to Gryffindor Tower.
When he came, he thought it was quite novel to walk around the castle wearing Invisibility Cloak. Now, he just wanted to return to Dormitory as soon as possible.
But as I walk, I still can't help but stop, look to see if there is anyone in front of me, and listen to what's going on behind me.
Why didn't you realize when you came that there were so many Moving Staircases in the castle?
Invisibility Cloak Below, his hand touched his chest again.
The lines of the silver feathers are very thin. If you slide your fingers along the edges, you can touch the small green gem in the center.
I really hope that Miss is by my side right now.
Even if you despise him for a moment and then raise your chin and call him "Idiot Potter", it's still better than wandering alone in the corridor with random thoughts.
But the next moment, the man standing on the dragon's back appeared in front of him again.
Harry paused for a moment, and then realized that he was holding Brooch again, and the edges of the feathers had already hurt the palm of his hand.
He quickly let go of his hand.
Don't break it.
Harry gathered the clothes and prepared to move forward. Just as he reached the corner, the sound of the door opening suddenly came from below.
He stopped immediately.
There is a side corridor below Moving Staircases, and the door at the end leads to Outer Courtyard.
At this moment, someone walked in from outside, with snow still falling on his cloak. The cold wind followed through the crack in the door, and was quickly shut out again.
The man did not leave immediately.
He stood by the door and listened for a while, then took off his hood, revealing the hood underneath.
It's Quirrell.
Harry was originally ready to step aside and wait for someone to walk by. But at this moment, he stopped his steps.
What was he doing out so late?
Quirrell did not go upstairs.
He walked towards the window and raised his hand to unbutton his collar, as if the cloak was tight and uncomfortable. But before he could unbutton it, his hand suddenly reached the wall.
Harry looked down.
Quirrell lowered his head, and after a while, he tried to stand up again.
But as soon as he left the wall, he staggered again and could only reach out to hold him.
The hand against the wall was shaking.
Harry At first I thought it was because it was too cold outside, but Quirrell then started coughing.
He covered his mouth with his other hand and kept his voice low.
When the coughing stopped, he still didn't raise his head. It seemed that even standing there took a lot of effort.
Quirrell also often trembles in class. Sometimes, if a student just suddenly raises his hand, he will be so frightened that he can't even finish his sentence.
Harry knows that there are a lot of disguises there.
But now, who is he pretending to? He can't be pretending to himself, right?
At least Quirrell should feel that there is no one else here.
The snowy light illuminated his face. Compared with his appearance in the Great Hall during the day, it was hard to believe that Quirrell at this moment was the same person.
Harry stayed where he was and did not continue going down.
After a while, Quirrell finally freed up a hand, reached into the inner pocket of the cloak, and took out a small bottle.
After he took it out, he looked towards the door again, and then, it was above Moving Staircases.
Harry stood in the corner, trying not to let the clothing material touch the wall next to it.
Quirrell didn't find anything, so he lowered his head and pulled out the cork.
When the bottle was moved to the window, there was a little silver light inside.
Harry's eyes stopped.
At first, he thought it was the moonlight reflecting on the glass.
But as the bottle tilted, the silver line slowly slid across the inner wall and gathered into a small droplet at the mouth of the bottle. That was the liquid inside.
Quirrell put the mouth of the bottle to his lips, drank a little, then closed his eyes and leaned against the wall again.
He was still breathing heavily, and the hand holding the bottle was not very steady.
Harry looked at him and waited for a while, then realized that the hand gradually stopped shaking as much as before.
After another moment, Quirrell finally stood up straight.
He first tried to loosen his hand holding the wall, then slowly moved his fingers and looked down at the bottle.
There's still some left in it.
Quirrell Press the cork in place, carefully retract the inner bag, and then take out the handkerchief and wipe the corner of his mouth.
The collar was fastened again and the cloak was straightened.
Looking at it now, he looks more like the usual Professor Quirrell.
If Harry came a few minutes late, I'm afraid I would just think that he had just gone for a walk.
Harry watched him put away the handkerchief and was about to retreat further inside, but Quirrell raised his head again.
His eyes swept over Moving Staircases and happened to fall in this direction.
Harry almost stepped back.
He stopped in time and his shoes didn't make any sound, but for a moment, he thought of the eyes in the mirror again.
It should be invisible, Invisibility Cloak was well wrapped around his body, and he didn't make any sound.
Quirrell did not look away for a long time.
Harry stood motionless, even reaching out to touch Brooch, he stopped temporarily.
Then, footsteps sounded below Moving Staircases.
He's coming up.
Harry hurry to the inside and leave enough space.
When Quirrell passed by, the two people were very close. The hem of his cloak dragged across the steps, and Quirrell did not stop.
He lowered his head, walked towards another section of Moving Staircases, and finally disappeared around the corner above.
Harry waited for a while and then probed again.
There is no one in the corridor anymore.
But the bottle of silver liquid just now reminded him of something in the original novel.
Unicorn Blood.
Harry raised his head and looked in the direction Quirrell left.
If it's really that thing...
What he did out late at night, why he was in such a mess, and why he drank the liquid in the bottle seemed to be explained.
But he quickly reminded himself not to take it for granted yet.
Magic There are so many medicines in the world, and I have only taken Potions Class for one semester.
However, this guess is worth asking.
In particular, if it is true, Unicorn in Forbidden Forest may have been injured, and Quirrell may have gone out again.
Harry takes steps again.
There were some things tonight that he didn't know what to think about yet.
At least this matter, after returning home, you can discuss it with Ron first.
When Dormitory's door was gently pushed open, Ron immediately raised his head.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, the cuffs of his maroon sweater rolled up, and the new Chess Manual spread out on his lap.
When Harry pulled Invisibility Cloak down, he stood up immediately.
"Harry! You are back!"
The book slipped to his feet, Ron glanced down and did not bother to pick it up.
"I've read this chess page three times, but I still haven't figured out the first step. Every time I hear a noise outside, I have to check to see if it's--"
Before he finished speaking, he stopped.
Harry stood by the door, looking at him.
Red hair, sleepy face, and the sweater that was rejected in the morning but always worn well.
Ron really didn't sleep.
"Harry?"
"Ron."
As soon as the voice came out, Harry was stunned for a moment. It seemed like he hadn't spoken for a long time.
Ron took two steps forward and suddenly forgot all the complaints he had prepared.
"What's wrong with you? You didn't really go through that door, did you?"
"No."
Harry put Invisibility Cloak next to the bed, walked over, and suddenly hugged him.
Ron's whole body froze.
"Harry?"
His hand still stopped in mid-air, and after a moment, he patted his friend's back awkwardly.
"What's wrong with you? Let me say something. Where are you injured?"
Harry shook his head and did not let go immediately.
Ron's sweater was a little prickly, and he didn't control his strength when patting his back. One of the pats even made him want to cough.
But Harry suddenly wanted to cry.
Just now in front of Mirror of Erised, he wanted to touch that person, but his fingers always touched only glass.
Now, Ron was right in front of me, and because I didn't know what happened, I was so anxious that I asked several questions in a row.
"Is there some kind of curse? Do you want to call someone?"
"No, I'm not hurt."
Harry finally let go.
Ron looked at him, obviously not convinced.
"You don't seem to be okay."
Harry wanted to smile, but his eyes were still very hot. He lowered his head and adjusted his glasses, calmed down for a while, and then looked at Ron again.
"You're still waiting for me."
Ron blinked.
"What else?" He glanced at the clock on the bedside and then back. "We agreed to wait for you. It's not even an hour yet, so I can't run and tell Professor Flitwick that you're missing, right?"
Harry looked at him and finally nodded slightly.
"Same."
It's such a simple truth, yet I still have to ask it.
"Sit down first." Ron pointed at the bed, "Stop standing there, it makes me feel uncomfortable too."
He turned around and took the kettle, poured half a glass of water and put it into Harry's hand.
Harry sat on the edge of the bed and took a sip.
Ron then picked up Chess Manual on the ground, flattened the folded corner, looked at Harry again, and finally sat next to him.
"Want to go to Hospital Wing?"
"No need." Harry shook his head, "I'm really not hurt. It's just that a lot of things happened just now."
He paused. "Give me a moment."
"Okay." Ron didn't ask again.
It was quiet in Dormitory. The small clock beside the bed was ticking gently, and the occasional sound of wind came from outside the window. The curtains of the empty beds next to them had all been put up.
Harry drank some water and slowly regained the strength to speak.
"I met Mirror of Erised."
Ron turned his head.
"Mirror of Erised?"
"It will make people see something." Harry looked at the cup, "I saw... something I missed very much."
Ron was about to speak, but stopped when he heard these words.
Harry wants to continue talking, but when the words come to his lips, he still doesn't know where to start.
"I haven't decided yet what to say."
Ron looked at him for a while, nodded, and did not continue to ask. He put Chess Manual back on the bedside and pushed it to the side.
Harry's eyes followed.
"Can't play chess anymore?"
"Let's talk tomorrow." Ron glanced at him, "I don't want to be accused of taking advantage of others after I win."
Harry finally smiled. "Are you so sure of winning?"
"Of course." Ron answered very simply. "I already have a new method. But don't expect me to tell you now."
The familiar tone made Harry smile again.
Ron Seeing that he finally no longer looked like he had just walked in, he moved to the side of the bed to give him more space.
After sitting for a while, Harry was finally able to talk about another thing.
"On the way back, I also saw Quirrell."
"At this time?"
"Well. He just came back from Outer Courtyard."
Ron frowned and listened carefully.
Harry told what he saw. Quirrell was holding on to the wall by the window, coughing heavily, and his hands kept shaking. Later, he took out a bottle from his cloak and drank the liquid inside, and he felt better.
"Is he sick?" Ron asked.
"It's possible."
"So, that's medicine?"
"I don't know. But that thing is silver."
"Silver?" Ron thought for a while, "Could it be the light from the window? Sometimes when the cup is placed by the window, it will..."
"I thought so at first," Harry said, "But I saw it flowing in the bottle, and it was indeed the content inside."
Ron was quiet for a while.
"Then what do you think it is?"
Harry held the cup and was silent for a moment. "I suspect it is Unicorn Blood."
"Unicorn Blood?" Ron sat up straight. "What is he doing drinking that?"
"This is what I want to find out." Harry said, "However, I can't confirm it yet."
Ron nodded slowly.
He thought for a while and suddenly asked, "If it is really the one you said, then did he go out at night just to get it?"
"It's possible."
"But that means that in Forbidden Forest..."
Ron is not finished yet.
Harry also knows what he thought of.
This time, he did not continue to guess alone, but put down the water glass and looked at his friends next to him.
"So, tomorrow we are going to look for Hagrid."