There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

In the heavens and worlds, there are too many props that claim to make wishes come true.

Dragon Ball, Holy Grail, Peace Star, Jade of Four Souls, Doraemon, Magic Lamp...

Nothing else, the magic lamp has to pay attention to the version.

Some magical lamps are wiped, and a genie will jump out, allowing you to grant its three wishes... Don't hesitate to encounter such a thing, cut it off.

Mark doesn't know the specific effect of the ringing bell's dream book, but it doesn't matter, he is willing to try the props by himself!

At any rate, the word "dream fulfillment" is attached to it, even if the effect is a little tricky, it doesn't matter if you summon Li Xiaobai as a dream interpreter to help you realize your dream... Anyway, the props that claim to be able to fulfill wishes have their own flaws, as long as the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, Mark doesn't mind.

Now there is only one problem.

Where did the dream book come from.

Mark analyzed carefully and thought calmly.

There is only one way.

Learn from the barbarians to control barbarians.

This matter is not easy to do during the day, Mark is not in a hurry, we will talk about it at night.

Dumbledore was spitting all over the top, and Mark below was chatting with Rattle and Bei Mingxue in full swing.

Coaxing women, Mark is a professional.

When get out of class was over, Mark ate something casually and waited quietly for the dark.

In the dead of night, Mark took out the dark red wizard robe, put it on his body, and wrapped his head.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie."

There are many things that the bright and stalwart Principal Mark is inconvenient to do, and only the evil dark wizard is suitable.

Dozens of little wizards walked out of the castle with Mark.

"Wait, that person seems to be Quirrell?" Mark frowned. Why did Quirrell run out in the middle of the night for no reason?

Quirrell is also very desperate!

Voldemort has been urging to beat two vampires all day long to have a taste, to see if the crooked fruit recipe can cure his lack of vitality.

He also nagged that it was impossible to drink a few sips of unicorn blood to save some strength for emergencies.

The vampire Quirrell felt unreliable.

The unicorn is imperative.

Another Voldemort is resurrected, and he may annihilate his master at any time.

With no strength at hand, Quirrell panicked.

Since being bullied by the little wizards that day, Quirrell has suffered from a lack of mana phobia.

Late at night, Quirrell sneaked out of the bedroom.

He wants to sneak into the Forbidden Forest and hunt down unicorns!

This matter can't be seen in the light, and must be secretly in the Forbidden Forest, not to make a sound.

Then Quirrell discovers...

Dozens of little wizards swaggered towards the Forbidden Forest.

The muscles at the corners of Quirrell's eyes twitched violently.

The world is going downhill, and people's hearts are immortal.

Hogwarts in my time was not like this!

The so-called forbidden forest is a forest that is forbidden to enter.

No one is allowed in!

"Use your brains!" growled Voldemort. "Wouldn't it be better?"

"They have also entered the Forbidden Forest. As long as you are careful not to be discovered when you do it, no one will be able to connect the death of the unicorn with you."

"Professors at Hogwarts will think that some young wizard killed the unicorn!"

What the master said was the master, Quirrell shrugged, he was no longer sneaking around... Everyone was swaggering and aboveboard, and he was still sneaking around, which was easy to attract attention.

Qi Luo's eyes flashed, this is the truth that I, Qi Luo's undercover agent, have learned for many days!

With its light, with its dust!

Always stay with the majority!

Mark quietly followed Quirrell, he was very curious, Quirrell...or what Voldemort behind Quirrell's head wanted to do.

Quirrell was very lucky. He met a centaur just after entering the Forbidden Forest.

The centaurs, one of the intelligent species living in the Forbidden Forest, are proud, arrogant, and very dissatisfied with human wizards including them in the sequence of magical animals.

The centaurs believe that they are equal to humans.

If you can't be treated as equals, you would rather be depraved and be called a beast by humans!

Then, humans do as they wish.

They are called magical animals in formal textbooks, and they are regarded as beasts in daily life.

For Hogwarts students, seeing the centaur in the Forbidden Forest is a good thing.

The centaurs have a good relationship with Hogwarts. If the students get lost or encounter danger in the Forbidden Forest, the centaurs are willing to help...as long as they don't threaten the lives of the centaurs.

Many students like to ask the centaur about the dark wizard's movements, and no one knows the Forbidden Forest better than the centaur!

But Quirrell is not easy to reveal his identity, so he can only hide from the centaur.

He turned into a detective and carefully explored all suspicious corners of the Forbidden Forest.

Mark yawned, and Quirrell moved too slowly, and stopped for a long time after walking a few steps. He wanted to jump out and ask Quirrell if the target took him there.

Finally, Quirrell stopped in a bush.

He found a silver-white hair.

Smooth, supple, and gleaming in the moonlight.

Only unicorns have this special fur.

"Master, there must be unicorns nearby!" Quirrell became excited, and he was one step closer to the master recovering his magic power briefly, beheading the Horcrux, retrieving the Philosopher's Stone, and reuniting with the real Dark Lord.

Mark remembered too.

There seems to be a passage in the original book. Harry wandered into the Forbidden Forest and found that the unicorn had died tragically and its blood had been sucked dry.

Unicorn blood can help people recover from injuries and even prolong life, but it is full of curses, and it is best not to do it if it is not a last resort.

"So, Quirrell had a fight with Lucius, and Voldemort was weaker, so he had to find unicorns to suck blood to stay alive?" Mark blinked.

Voldemort is too hip.

Forget it, this has nothing to do with Mark.

Let Voldemort smoke if he wants to. The semester has just begun, and Voldemort, a tool person, will have great use in the future, so he can't be cold.

It's just a unicorn, give it to him.

Quirrell stopped suddenly.

Mark quickly hid.

They saw that there was a clearing in front of them, and a unicorn with two broken hind legs was lying on the ground and whining. It wanted to lick the wound, but its tongue couldn't reach it.

Its buttocks were dripping with blood, and it was seriously injured by some unknown creature. The originally spotless white body was covered with dust.

"It's a crime!" Quirrell was so distressed that he died, who did this, it's too wasteful!

Precious unicorn blood spilled on the ground and piled up.

Quirrell was curious, would the master drink the blood that was stained with dust on the ground?

It's just stained with a little dust, which should not affect the efficacy of the medicine.

Voldemort: "..."

If he was alone in the Albanian forest, not to mention being stained with dust, even if he was stained with unicorn feces, Voldemort would have to drink it after gnashing his teeth.

But now attached to the back of Quirrell's head, Voldemort must maintain the majesty his master deserves!

"Put the unicorn's blood in the bowl," said Voldemort. "Its blood has contributed to the restoration of Lord Voldemort, and it should be proud."

"This..." Quirrell hesitated: "Master, I didn't bring a bowl."

"Put it in a cup, too." Voldemort frowned, and for the sake of easily getting the unicorn's good mood, he lowered his request.

"No cup," said Quirrell. "I didn't bring any container."

"Or, you go straight to the mouth?"

Voldemort took a deep breath.

The great Voldemort, is he trying to suck blood on the unicorn's bloody ass with his mouth on the ground?

This is too disrespectful.

Thinking of the dust and hair next to the wound, Voldemort's throat retched, and he couldn't help but want to vomit.

How can I kiss a unicorn's ass?Am I shameless?

"Then you face it's mouth?" Quirrell suggested.

Voldemort: "..."

If you are still useful, I really want to kill you.