Harry and Ron walked into the castle. Entrance Hall felt much warmer inside.
Ron untied his scarf and looked down at his trousers. He was about to say something when a familiar voice suddenly came from the front.
"Potter!"
Harry subconsciously raised his head.
Then, he stopped.
The blonde girl stood in the middle of the Entrance Hall, with a suitcase at her feet. Slytherin was neatly dressed in robes, and Platinum had long hair hanging behind her shoulders, with the tips of her hair soaked in the sunlight falling from the high window.
Those gray-green eyes were looking at him with a little pride.
Harry blinked. After a moment, he blinked again.
Draco? Shouldn't she be at the Malfoy Manor?
Hallucination?
It's possible. It must be because I didn't sleep well last night.
After all, he just experienced so many things last night. Now it doesn't seem completely impossible to see a girl who was supposed to stay at the Malfoy Manor.
The girl was already ready to admire Potter's surprised expression.
But after waiting for a long time, the person in front of her still just looked at her without saying a word.
Draco gradually frowned.
"Potter? What's your expression?"
Harry didn't answer immediately. He stretched out his hand and pinched Ron's arm next to him.
"Hiss--!"
Ron turned his head sharply.
"Harry! What are you doing?!"
Harry looked at him, then looked at the girl in front of him again, and finally smiled.
"It seems like it's not a dream."
"It's me who hurts!" Ron covered his arm and couldn't believe it. "If you want to confirm this kind of thing, why don't you pinch yourself?!"
"Sorry, Ron." Harry let go of his hand, but his eyes had returned to Draco. "Why are you back so early?"
This time, his voice was obviously much lighter.
The girl was still a little confused at first, but now she seemed to have finally found what she had been waiting for.
She raised her chin slightly.
Potter seems to be very happy, and it is not the kind of happiness that you would just say hello casually when you meet.
The corner of the girl's mouth slightly raised, but she suppressed it again with all her efforts.
"What?" She raised her chin. "Can't I come back early?"
"Of course!"
Harry looked at the suitcase and added with a smile, "I just didn't expect you to come back so early."
The winter sunshine was originally a little thin, but when it fell on her body, it seemed that even Entrance Hall was getting warm.
Harry Looking at that familiar face, I suddenly felt that today is indeed a good day.
At least, some good things came earlier than expected.
Draco saw his expression in his eyes, and his mood became better and better.
Hum.
It seems that I have come back at the right time.
As for why he pinched Weasley just now...
Could it be that you really want to see yourself so much that you can't even tell if you're dreaming?
As soon as this thought came out, the girl's cheeks felt a little hot.
She quickly pushed it aside.
I just came back to practice Magic. Whether Potter is happy or not has nothing to do with this decision!
"No one at home practices with me." Draco snorted softly. "Besides, wouldn't it be unfair if someone secretly learned the new Charms during the holidays and showed it off after school starts?"
Harry nodded seriously.
"Then it seems I have to hurry up."
"Potter!"
He finally laughed out loud.
"Welcome back, Draco."
The girl looked at him and suddenly forgot the few rebuttals she had prepared. After a moment, she raised her chin again.
"Since you are so welcoming, I will reluctantly accept it."
"Thank you very much, Miss Malfoy."
Ron stood nearby, rubbing his arms silently.
"Merlin..." He looked at this, then that, and finally couldn't help but remind, "Before you two continue to welcome and accept the welcome, do we still have to find Professor Flitwick?"
Draco immediately turned his head.
"Professor Flitwick?"
Only then did she notice that neither of their clothes were clean.
Ron's trousers were stained with mud, Harry's cuffs were also wet, and there was even a small piece of dead leaves hanging from the edge of his robe.
The smile on the girl's face gradually faded. "Potter, where were you just now?"
"Hagrid There." Harry lowered his head and took out the dead leaf. "And Forbidden Forest."
"Forbidden Forest?"
Draco's brows furrowed even more.
Harry looked at the students passing by and gestured towards the window on the side of the Entrance Hall.
"We found an injured Unicorn."
The girl's steps paused.
"Unicorn?"
"Yes." Harry looked at her and lowered his voice. "Besides, I met Professor Quirrell last night."
After Harry finished briefly explaining the matter, Draco no longer had the time to explain why he returned to school early.
"So, you suspect that what Professor Quirrell drank was Unicorn Blood?"
"Yes."
"And that Unicorn, might he have hurt it?"
"Yes... well, it's very possible."
Draco looked at him.
This time, Potter didn't say a few vague words like last time, and then sent himself away. He told her what he saw.
"Then what are you going to do now?"
"Look for Professor Flitwick and tell him all this."
Harry answered very simply.
"Unicorn has been brought back to Hagrid. It still has some strange magic power on it, and we need to ask the professor to take a look."
Draco breathed a sigh of relief.
At least, he wasn't stupid enough to take his magic wand and kick open the door of Quirrell's office.
"Then Miss Ben will go too."
Harry glanced at the luggage behind her.
"You just came back, why don't you send your things back to Dormitory first?"
"No need to bother."
Draco put the bag back on the suitcase, and then took out a silver key from the robe bag.
Winter Key.
The girl injected magic power into it, lightly touched the box buckle with the key, and then turned her wrist.
A circle of faint silver light unfolded, and the next moment, the suitcase and the bag on it disappeared into the Entrance Hall and were sent into Winter Garden.
"Okay." Draco put away the key and raised his chin. "Now, you don't have to worry about my luggage, right?"
Harry looked at her and couldn't help but laugh.
"It seems that it is indeed not necessary."
The girl hummed with satisfaction, and pulled up the slightly slipped cuffs. The Red String on her wrist was exposed for a moment, and then was hidden under the fabric.
"Then, let's go. I want to see what you found this time."
Harry Make half a step toward the corridor. "Then, please. Miss Malfoy."
Ron followed, looking down at his arm that finally no longer hurt.
Strange.
I was obviously very hungry just now, but now I suddenly have no appetite at all?
Ron looked at the two people walking side by side in front of him expressionlessly.
Damn it!
Obviously he and Potter are Gryffindor Twin Stars!
Why did he become the redundant one in just a blink of an eye?
(The author is talking nonsense...)
(This is the legendary Masaka... Qingmei can't defeat Tiansheng after all?)
(Obviously he came first!)
(Damn it Malfoy! Huang Mao will be the loser for me!)
Professor Flitwick is organizing teaching materials in the office.
He had just stacked several copies of Parchment together when there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
The door was pushed open, and three first-year students walked in one after another.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Malfoy?"
The professor was a little surprised.
"It seems that someone ended their vacation early."
Just as Draco was about to answer, Harry had already walked to the table.
"Professor, we have something very important that we need to tell you!"
Flitwick looked at his expression and put down the information in his hand.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Potter, please speak slowly."
Harry started from what he witnessed last night. Today, he and Ron went to find Hagrid, and then entered Forbidden Forest together, and found blood stains and injured Unicorn.
Flitwick did not interrupt, but asked more carefully in a few places.
"Did you see the color of the liquid?"
"Yes, Professor. But I didn't get the bottle."
"Where is Unicorn now?"
"In the shed next to Hagrid's Hut." Ron took over, "It bled a lot. Hagrid asked us to ask you to come over as soon as possible."
The professor nodded and looked at Harry again.
"You just said that it has abnormal magic power?"
"Near the wound." Harry carefully recalled the feeling at that time. "It's very weak, different from its own magic power. I can detect it, but I don't know what it is Magic."
The office became quiet.
Flitwick reached out and picked up the wand.
"Mr. Potter, I told you that if you find any new situation, you can come to me at any time."
"This time, you did the right thing."
He took out a small suitcase from the cabinet and then got off the high chair.
"Now, take me to see that other side Unicorn."
When they came to Hagrid's Hut again, Hagrid was still guarding the shed. Seeing Professor Flitwick, he was obviously relieved.
"Professor, you are here!"
Flitwick first checked Unicorn's injuries.
He opened the suitcase, treated the wound with Hagrid, and asked in a low voice about the circumstances when he found it.
Draco stood next to Harry and finally saw clearly the silver blood stains stuck to the hair.
Unicorn is more beautiful than she imagined.
Even though it was lying weakly like this, the horn on its forehead was still glowing softly. But every time it breathed, the wound on its side would rise and fall gently.
The girl slowly pursed her lips without making any noise.
After the wound was temporarily treated, Flitwick raised the wand again.
"Is this where you feel something strange?"
Harry nodded.
The tip of the wand slowly passed across Unicorn's body. A few wisps of faint light emerged and flowed gently on the silver-white hair.
Harry looked attentively.
The professor's spellcasting was very smooth, and when the magic power passed over the injured area, it did not even disturb Unicorn.
After a while, Flitwick's movements stopped.
A very thin trace of light appeared from near Unicorn's hind legs.
It was hidden so deeply that it almost blended in with the surrounding light. It wasn't until the professor adjusted the angle of the wand again that the complete shape was gradually revealed.
"That's it..."
Flitwick's voice deepened.
Draco looked at the trace of light. "Professor, what is that?"
"It's a Tracking Magic."
Hagrid's face suddenly turned ugly. "Someone left this on it?"
"Yes." Flitwick looked at the trace of light carefully, "Moreover, the caster had deliberately hidden it. Normal inspection would easily miss it."
Draco looked at Unicorn.
"Professor Quirrell still want to find it and its companions?"
Flitwick did not answer immediately, but this moment of silence had already made several people in the shed understand something.
Ron looked at the bloody cloth, and the last trace of relief disappeared from his face.
"That means... he will come again?"
Hagrid raised his hand and slowly touched the side of Unicorn's neck. He did not speak, but moved his body blocking the shed entrance a little further.
Flitwick asked a few people to step back slightly.
The tip of the wand lit up softly, moving slowly along the thin line.
Harry can feel that the professor is separating the magic power attached to it from Unicorn itself bit by bit.
The fine mark trembled slightly, and the part originally hidden under the hair was gradually revealed.
Draco Hold your breath.
After a moment, Flitwick's wand flicked.
The trace of light separated from Unicorn's body, stayed in mid-air for a moment, and then dispersed into a few points of shimmering light.
disappeared.
The professor checked it again before putting down his wand.
"Okay."
Hagrid exhaled a long breath.
"It won't be found again?"
"This Magic can no longer track it." Flitwick looked at him, his tone still serious. "But the caster may notice it."
"So, don't send it back to the woods for the time being. I will add protection here and ask someone to do further inspection."
Hagrid nodded immediately. "I will guard it."
Harry looked at Unicorn on the hay.
It had closed its eyes, its breathing was calmer than before, and it seemed that it was finally able to take a good rest.
"Professor." He turned to Flitwick. "Headmaster Dumbledore also needs to be told about Professor Quirrell as soon as possible."
"I'm going to find him and the professors now,"
Flitwick put away the suitcase and looked at the three children again.
"Little wizards, you have done a great job. Let the professors handle the rest."
He paused and added.
"Remember, don't enter Forbidden Forest without permission again. Bravery is valuable, but you don't have to bear risks and responsibilities that don't belong to you."
"Okay, Professor."
Harry agreed.
In the castle, the curtains of an office were tightly closed.
Quirrell was sitting at the table, his face still pale.
What he drank last night temporarily relieved the pain in his body. But the relief was fading little by little, and even the fingers holding the quill began to tremble faintly.
He needs Philosopher's Stone, and he also needs to keep himself and his master alive before getting it.
Quirrell stared at the paper on the table, constantly thinking about the next plan in his mind
At this moment, a soft sound suddenly came from Fireplace.
Quirrell's thoughts stopped abruptly.
Under the light of the fire, the Dragon Egg placed in the Fireplace shook slightly.
Quirrell looked back and was about to start writing again, but his movements suddenly stopped.
He raised his head suddenly, and the chair made a sharp noise behind him.
"No..."
The wand quickly fell into the palm of his hand. Quirrell whispered the spell, trying to find that familiar connection again.
No response.
He tried again, still nothing.
The Tracking Magic on that Unicorn was cleared.
Quirrell's breathing gradually became rapid.
It won't unblock that Magic on its own.
Someone found it.
Moreover, the other party not only discovered the hidden traces, but also knew how to remove them.
Quirrell slowly holds the wand, is it another creature in Forbidden Forest, or is it a professor in the school?
If it's the latter...
"Quirrell."
A voice suddenly came from under the turban.
Quirrell was stiff all over.
"Master, master."
"What are you panicking about?"
The voice was very soft, but it made him lower his head subconsciously. A layer of cold sweat soon broke out on his pale forehead.
"Magic on Unicorn... disappeared."
He swallowed hard.
"Someone discovered it. But I don't know who it is yet--"
"In other words, the traces left by your cleverness have been discovered."
Quirrell's lips moved, but he didn't dare to defend himself.
The office became quiet.
The curtains blocked the sunlight outside, and the ink bottle on the table reflected a dim light. Quirrell stood there, not even daring to breathe heavily.
After a while, the voice sounded again.
"It seems we don't have much time left."
"We must act quickly."
Quirrell lowered his head and tightened his fingers little by little.
"Yes, Master."