Harry stood expressionlessly in front of the window for a while, but the silver light never appeared again. Was it an illusion? Harry narrowed his eyes. Absolutely not. When he came back from Haig's house with Beast Boy, he had seen the same silver light by chance. At that time, he thought it was Quicksilver.
After thinking for a while, Harry turned around, put on his clothes, and walked out of the dormitory. At this time, most of the people were participating in the Halloween party in the dining hall. Until he walked out of the castle, Harry didn't meet many people. Occasionally, he saw people coming over, but Harry paid a little attention to avoid them. After leaving the vicinity of the castle, Harry tightened his scarf and ran towards the Forbidden Forest.
What was in the Forbidden Forest? According to the twins, there were carnivorous plants, spiders the size of washbasins, and indescribable horrors lurking in the darkness. Harry did not encounter any of these. He only realized that he was walking in the Forbidden Forest. It was damp and cool under his feet, as if he was stepping on rotten grass. As for the rest … Harry looked up slightly. The big and round moon was hanging high above the Forbidden Forest. The white moonlight was sifted through the sparse tall trees, like a white and bright mist floating in the Forbidden Forest.
It wasn't terrifying. Harry bent down and picked up a stone with a sharp edge. He made a mark on the tree trunk as he walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest. From time to time, he would pay attention to the bushes on both sides to see if there was any movement.
Rustle —
Harry clenched his wand tightly in his sleeves, but he didn't stop. He only slowed down his pace.
A caterpillar the size of a kitten crawled out of the grass. It turned around and shook its head at Harry, as if it was mocking Harry for being so paranoid. Then, it slowly crawled into the darkness.
Ha. Harry also chuckled silently. Then, he simply let down his guard and walked forward openly.
"What? Voldemort is already dead …" The more Harry thought about it, the more he felt that his caution was laughable. In order to get rid of the awkwardness, he started humming a song. "… Don't
you
cry
tonight，don’t
you
cry
tonight，there’s
a
heaven
above
you
Baby … "
But as he hummed, Harry suddenly realized that the song wasn't very lively, and the shiny thing in front of him didn't seem to be very pleasant either. Harry stopped talking and quickly and lightly walked forward. He bent down to take a look. The shiny thing under the roots seemed to be some kind of liquid. Harry broke off a nearby twig, dipped it into the silver liquid and sniffed it. He smelled a strange fragrance. Recalling some of the books he had read in the Hogwarts Library, Harry could basically determine what kind of liquid this was.
Unicorn blood, this was the blood of a unicorn. This meant that there was at least one injured unicorn in the Forbidden Forest. Harry hesitated for a moment, but still followed the trail of blood. Unicorns were very pure magical creatures, and he was a little concerned about whether the injured unicorn had met with an accident.
That poor little thing seemed to be desperately drilling into the depths of the forest. Harry realized that the trees in front of him were becoming more and more primitive. He had to climb up the roots of an ancient tree to catch up with the unicorn's tracks. Through the tangled branches, he saw a lake.
A silver-gray lake, shining under the moonlight, so beautiful that it didn't seem like a scene from the mortal world. Harry couldn't help but open his mouth wide.
That injured unicorn was lying on its side on the grass with its long legs bent. Its pearl white mane was spread out on the pitch-black fallen leaves, holy and innocent.
Harry was stunned by this beautiful scene for a moment, and then he realized that the silver lake wasn't a lake, but a large patch of strange plants. It was just that those short plants seemed to be smeared with a layer of unicorn blood on their leaves, which was why they glowed silver under the moonlight. When the wind blew, it was like ripples on the silver lake.
The unicorn cried mournfully, raising its neck as if seeking comfort. Harry held his breath, and even wanted to use his hand to cover his mouth to prevent himself from crying out. Because he realized that there was indeed a "person" stroking the unicorn's back, gradually calming it down.
No, that wasn't a "person" at all. Harry only saw a misty human figure bending over to listen to the unicorn's cry. In Harry's eyes, that illusory woman was wrapped in a strange robe, and even her face was obscured behind the light. Harry could only see her messy short hair. Inexplicably, Harry felt that it was a head of white hair.
The unicorn's wound slowly healed in "her" hands, and affectionately rubbed against "her" calf.
"She" seemed to be using a special method to say something to the unicorn, and this beautiful creature cried out twice before returning to the forest, making Harry feel a little more at ease.
He didn't feel that "she" had any obvious malicious intent, but "she" was really suspicious.
"She" seemed to be unaware of the peeping person behind the tree. She opened a pocket at her waist, and bent over to pick the strange plants and put them into the pocket. Harry wanted to leave very much. He had already confirmed the unicorn's safety, and the rest — this "woman", these plants, were not things that Harry could understand.
Just as Harry was about to take a step back, a sudden rustling sound made him stop in his tracks. He clenched his wand and froze in place. "She" who had finished harvesting the plants suddenly raised her head and looked in Harry's direction.
Harry passively looked directly at "her" face, but he still couldn't see "her" face clearly. He could only see a pair of cold eyes. At this moment, a sharp pain pierced through Harry's head, blurring his vision. He staggered back, and then fell down the old root, straight into the damp rotten leaves.
"Cough …" Harry fell to the ground and coughed like he was vomiting. At the same time, he heard a voice full of disgust: "Potter!" But before he could react, he fainted.
Snape cursed and helped the battered and exhausted Harry up from the mud. He patted the child's cold face, and when he found that the child had indeed lost consciousness, he was worried and angry at the same time: "Damn it …"
About an hour ago, Snape was grading homework in the cellar. Coincidentally, he was grading the first-year Gryffindor's homework. He hastily gave Weisles a D, Granger an E, and then saw Potter's thesis.
Potter no longer came to his Potions class. According to the rumors among the students, he was the one who kicked Potter out. It was ridiculous. When Snape heard this, he only thought that Potter's little brat had played a trick that he thought was interesting. Not only did he escape the Potions class, but he also made the image of the "greasy old bat" more deeply ingrained in people's minds. Why didn't that stupid old hat simply put Potter into Gryffindor? Snape thought angrily as his desire to deduct points was not satisfied.
However, Potter's homework always quietly appeared on his desk, and it could only have been through Granger or Weisles's hands. After skimming through the homework, Snape found that it was quite normal. He could not find any major problems, and there was nothing particularly new about it. He casually gave it an A and put it aside.
Dumbledore's face suddenly appeared in the fireplace. Snape was too lazy to raise his head and directly said: "I don't want to go to some damn Hallowed Banquet …"
"Harry went out." Dumbledore said bluntly.
Seeing that he had successfully forced the Potions Professor to put down his quill, Dumbledore said in a few words. Harry could not attend the Hallowed Banquet due to illness, but he had secretly snuck out of the castle. He saw Snape's expression become more and more unsightly: "Ha, isn't that Potter's family tradition? Just like his damn father, he ignores the rules and thinks too highly of himself … "
Dumbledore advised: "Severus, the Forbidden Forest doesn't seem to be very peaceful recently. If Harry encounters any danger …"
"That's what he deserves! Skipping classes, going out at night … "Snape gritted his teeth." This is the golden boy of Gryffindor. "
"Erm, Harry is not a Gryffindor …" Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Although the children of Gryffindor are quite cute."
Snape vaguely cursed, but he still got up under the eager gaze of the old headmaster and prepared to catch the little monsters of Potter's family.
Yes, little monsters. Not long after Snape entered the Forbidden Forest, he discovered the marks left behind by Potter on the trees. Then, he also discovered the bloodstains of the unicorn. It was very obvious that the brat's heroic spirit had gone to chase after the clues.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it …" Why couldn't that little bastard be like the other little monsters, obediently be a Gryffindor, obediently drink pumpkin juice in the auditorium? Why did he have to pretend to be a hero and risk his life? Snape followed the clues left behind by Harry and quickly found him. He just happened to see the scene of Harry falling into the mud.
Why was he always in such a sorry state whenever he encountered this little monster? Snape, who was smeared with mud, thought.
Snape's face darkened as he carried Harry back to the castle. At this time, most of the teachers and students were still in the dining hall participating in the Holiness Carnival. In the corridor, he encountered Quirrell, who was carrying a pile of teaching materials. He immediately stopped the cowering young man and said, "Go and call Dumbledore to the Medical Wing."
Quirrell was startled by Snape. He stuck his head out to look at the person in Snape's arms, and his face became even more worried. "Ha … Harry Potter?"
Snape impatiently turned his body to avoid Quirrell's probing gaze. "Potter is in trouble. Go and call Dumbledore to the Medical Wing." After a pause, Snape added, "Sorry for the trouble." Quirrell repeatedly said that it was no trouble, and then hurriedly headed towards the auditorium.
Snape continued to head towards the Medical Wing. Harry, who was in his arms, was awakened by the conversation between the two. He blankly opened his eyes and met the Potions Professor's unchanging dark face. "Professor …"
"Potter, I originally thought that you had a bit of a brain, but it seems that I worried too much …"
Snape's words were interrupted by Harry. The boy grabbed the cloth in front of Snape's chest and stared helplessly into the man's black eyes. His lips trembled. "Professor …"
"Potter …" Snape frowned at the suspicious excitement in the boy's eyes, but in the next second, his doubts turned into shock. The boy's tender face was magnified in his eyes, and he could even clearly see the soft hair on the boy's face. The two's breaths mingled … Snape's entire body stiffened. It was only when Harry stopped breathing that he realized what had just happened.
Soft lips … carefully rubbing … Snape's eyes widened. Potter is kissing me? Without waiting for Snape to recover, Harry leaned forward again. This time, it was a more active and passionate kiss, but Snape pushed the boy away forcefully. "Potter!"
Harry, on the other hand, did not seem to be fully awake. He looked at Snape in a daze, his wet green eyes …
Wait … Snape bit his tongue and took a closer look. The face that looked like Old Potter did indeed have a pair of green eyes … green eyes that were wet with tears …
"Lily …" The man seemed to be unable to control his emotions as he said in a deep voice.
Harry seemed to be awakened by the man's overflowing pain. Almost instantly, the blankness on Harry's face and the green in his eyes faded away. At the same time, he whispered, "Forget everything …"
…
"Abusi, you have to explain to me! Mental weakness, malnutrition, stomach problems … "
"Bobby, I think you can cure Harry, right?"
"If you still want to save Potter's little life …"
What are they arguing about? Harry woke up from his silent sleep. He only heard Madam Pomfrey roaring at Dumbledore fiercely through the curtain, and the dark Potions Professor was leaning against the wall and mocking him.
"Potter … Potter is awake!" Professor Quirrell, who was ignored by Harry, was the first to notice that Harry had woken up. Several people who were arguing hurried over. Madam Pomfrey had a straight face, but she gently threw a few healing spells at Harry. Harry didn't quite understand what those colors meant, but looking at Madam Pomfrey's face, uh, it shouldn't be too good.
Taking a bottle of magic potion from Madam Pomfrey, Harry swallowed it with a bitter face. Soon, hot steam came out from his ears, making Harry feel like a silly Thomas. But then he felt much lighter all over. This was a dose of cold medicine.
"Child, you should have come earlier." Madam Pomfrey shook her head as she prepared various magic potions for Harry to recuperate his body. She also secretly glared at Dumbledore. Dumbledore stood far away beside Snape, as if he wanted to use the Potions Professor to resist the gaze of the Medical Winged Queen.
Madam Pomfrey gave Harry a lot of detailed instructions, and then asked him to have a good rest. Professor Quirrell comforted Harry with a few words, and seeing that Dumbledore obviously had something to ask Harry, he tactfully took his leave. Madam Pomfrey's face was cold. "Half an hour. I hope Harry can sleep soundly after half an hour." She then went to the next room to prepare a magic potion for Harry's stomach disease.
Dumbledore sat by Harry's bed with a smile, and first stuffed a few candies into Harry's mouth. "Haha, Severus's magic potion doesn't taste good, does it?" Harry stuck out his tongue, peeled a candy, and stuffed it into his mouth. He turned his head and saw that Severus's face was dark, and he did not even want to look at him.
Harry roughly knew what Dumbledore wanted to ask, and directly told him about seeing the silver light twice and tracking the unicorn. Of course, the most important thing was probably the 'lake' and the 'woman'. "… I'm very sure that 'she' has no body. She looks like … well, like a glowing fog!"
Dumbledore's face did not show much emotion. The old principal also peeled a candy and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked, "Harry, why are you so sure that it's a woman?"
"Although she has short hair …" Harry blushed a little, and then he gestured. "But she has breasts."
"Oh, oh, oh." Dumbledore smiled. "Harry, although you are very brave and wise (Snape snorted at the side), I still have to say that this kind of adventure is too dangerous, and it violates the school rules."
Harry bowed his head and sincerely admitted his mistake, indicating that he was willing to accept the punishment. Dumbledore said, "This time, let's forget about it for the time being. Otherwise, Bobby will … Ahem, you know. I think Harry is a good boy, and he will remember this lesson. "The last sentence was probably said for the dissatisfied Snape.
No matter what, Harry felt that he had gotten a great bargain by not having to be locked up or be forced to do manual labor. Even if Snape looked at him with an unfriendly gaze, he would just treat it as nothing ~\ (≧ ▽ <)/~
After asking for a few more details, Madam Pomfrey knocked on the door. Dumbledore touched Harry's head, said a few words to have a good rest, and left. Harry lay back under the quilt and was ready to sleep. But Madam Pomfrey came to check him again, and took out the candy that Dumbledore gave him from under his pillow. So, she pulled Harry up with a straight face. Brush your teeth before you sleep!
On the other side, Snape silently followed Dumbledore back to the headmaster's office. Based on his understanding of Dumbledore, the old fox would definitely ask about the situation again. Sure enough, after Dumbledore sat down, he held his head and pondered for a while. Then, he looked up and said, "Tell me what you saw again."
Snape repeated it dryly. In fact, it was no different from Harry's account. Dumbledore stroked his beard and did not express his opinion, but Snape had something to say. "Potter left a mark on the tree, so I quickly found out his route."
Dumbledore motioned for Snape to continue.
Snape was silent for a moment, and drew a symbol in the air with his wand. "He carved this mark on the tree."
The triangle, circle, and line combined into a symbol, and Dumbledore's pupils contracted slightly.
"The symbol of a saint." Snape sneered. "I don't know how an eleven-year-old child could know this symbol and carve it on a tree."
Dumbledore spoke again after a moment, and with a sigh, he said, "Harry is just a child, and an unfortunate child …"
Snape seemed to be beyond angry. "A child! Why would a child become mentally weak?! "
"I know you care about Harry's health …"
"I don't care about a Potter!"
"I heard that you don't let Harry attend the Potions class. That's not good, Snape." Dumbledore pretended to change the topic without leaving a trace.
"He's the one who doesn't want to attend!" Snape breathed heavily. Besides, it was a disaster to let that little troll appear in the Potions class. "If you can stuff him into Gryffindor, I'll be happy to let him attend the class." Then, he deducted Gryffindor's points.
"Oh, but Hat won't do that." Dumbledore's answer was quite oily.
Snape narrowed his eyes, and looked like he wanted to set Sorting Hat on fire. The snoring Sorting Hat suddenly burped, and Dumbledore quickly touched Hat.
"Let's get down to business." Snape frowned and broke the silence. "Don't tell me you believe in Potter's Phantom Woman just like that."
"I believe in him," Dumbledore said slowly.
"A Phantom used the blood of a unicorn to cultivate a potion in the Forbidden Forest?" Snape hissed. "Ridiculous!"
"What kind of potion can be cultivated with the blood of a unicorn?" Dumbledore stared at his Potions Professor.
Snape frowned and thought. He didn't think of a precedent, after all, the blood of a unicorn was quite precious. But at the same time, he thought of another thing. "This' woman '— if she really exists, how did she get the blood of a unicorn?"
"Harry said that unicorns are very close to 'her', so what 'she' got is not cursed blood." Dumbledore's expression became serious. "The blood of a unicorn …"
They couldn't conclude what kind of potion could be cultivated with the blood of an uncursed unicorn, but if it was just blood, the most obvious use would be to heal serious injuries and prolong life.
"Could it be her?" Snape asked in a low voice.
"She's also at the gathering." Dumbledore lightly shook his head.
Snape snorted twice. He wasn't very satisfied with Dumbledore's attitude. The conversation came to an impasse once again.
After a long time, Dumbledore opened his mouth again. "Severus, I hope you can help pay attention to Harry's situation. Don't let him fall into danger again. Centaur Ronan recently gave me a few reminders. "Severus reminded him.
"If you really care about that kid's safety," Snape sneered, "You should've gotten him a reliable wand as soon as possible!" After saying this, Snape lifted his robe and left the principal's office, leaving only the sound of the door slamming shut.
Dumbledore didn't care about the employee's impolite attitude. He pondered alone for a while, drawing triangles, circles, and straight lines on the parchment in front of him. Then he stopped his quill and sighed. "Hat, do you think I should go ask him?"
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