Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

DeWitt found it. He found a mark on the nail of his left little finger.

This is too small and too shallow a mark.The white scratches were hidden in the white crescents at the ends of the fingernails. If DeWitt had not carefully inspected every fiber of his clothes and every hair on his body, he would never have imagined that a mark could have such an effect— -This is the gap, DeWitt hates his own ignorance.He accepted Quirrell's teachings just to make up for his shortcomings, but now this shortcoming has turned into his own disadvantage, and he has to rely on himself... well, he can also rely on Hermione.

But Quirrell had other plans.After being silent for a while and letting his emotions ferment for a few days, so that the details of what happened were forgotten and the traces faded, he wrote another note to inform DeWitt to find him.

And DeWitt went again - he didn't talk to Professor McGonagall, nor did he discuss it with others. He faced Professor Quirrell's smelly scarf in silence.

"I heard that you were attacked." Professor Quirrell stretched his neck, feeling like he would bite DeWitt at any time like a bastard: "It's unfortunate, isn't it? Have you ever felt that this school doesn't have what people say? So safe?"

"Yes," DeWitt said, "Professor, you are absolutely right. I have to find a way to protect myself."

"Magic is power," Professor Quirrell felt that DeWitt's words were what he wanted to hear, so that he could lead the conversation to the next topic: "You finally understand, but you are more powerful than I thought," Professor Quirrell said without a trace. Not shy about his praise, he glanced at DeWitt's little finger and said, "We can enter the next stage of learning at any time."

"I would love to," said DeWitt, "but the confinement arranged by Professor McGonagall and the work at Hagrid's place take up a lot of my time."

"It doesn't matter," Professor Quirrell said, "This is a free subject, let you do whatever you want."

Wait a moment, DeWitt told himself, all intentions will be reflected in words and deeds, the reversal of roles requires sufficient understanding, it is normal to suffer losses, everything is to position the moment of exchange.

"What subject?"

"That is a magical animal from ancient Greece. Its image is integrated into mythology. This creature is far stronger than the troll, that is..." The corners of Professor Quirrell's mouth twitched, and the muscles on his face jumped unnaturally. He was dull for a moment and said: "Three-headed dog, take...the three-headed dog as...the imaginary enemy, write a...paper, I think...Hagrid...Hagrid can provide some help...more Ask him."

"Professor," DeWitt guessed what happened to Quirrell and asked hypocritically: "Are you okay?"

"I...I'm fine!" Professor Quirrell's eyes seemed to roll around, turning from the direction of the back of his head. He said incoherently: "Remember, you have to complete it independently. This is a test for you. .”

DeWitt solemnly agreed and thought about leaving, but DeWitt did not expect that after he left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Professor Quirrell was still talking.

"Master," Quirrell said, "is our intention too obvious?"

There was no one around, but a voice replied fiercely: "He is on guard. He has always been on guard!"

"Have we been discovered?" Professor Quirrell was frightened, but he was no longer afraid when he remembered his backer.

"Do you think there is anyone in this school who doesn't know you have a problem?" Professor Quirrell listened to the voice's teachings: "The point is, this little brat is disobedient! I told you - he doesn't trust us at all! The troll is out. Say, teach him magic as well...Quirinus Quirrell, I taught you to seduce him word by word, but you can't even control the thoughts of a little cub!"

"But...but Master, I originally wanted to use the Imperius Curse..." Professor Quirrell's voice became sharp because of fear.

"Shut up!" The voice was weak, but violent and ferocious. After hearing Professor Quirrell's defense, the voice immediately moved on Quirrell's body, causing him to tremble in pain: "Dumbledore is here Look at this little brat! Do you think your crappy magic can avoid Dumbledore? That old guy has been staring at you! Also, just the mark that allows that brat to cast spells is a waste of too much of my current energy. Power... we can't wait for a moment, I need to add! Let him investigate the three-headed dog and attract the attention of the rest! While the matter of the kid using black magic has just become a big deal, we find a time to go to the Forbidden Forest! We must! I'm going to find the unicorn...ahhh...I'm too weak now."

"But...but..." Professor Quirrell stammered, trying not to let the trembling caused by the aftermath of pain affect his speech.

The voice interrupted him: "There's no time to focus on that little brat now! No matter whether he is smart enough to really find out the weakness of the three-headed dog, he found it, that's good, he can't find it. Even telling Dumbledore that it didn't matter, they wouldn't do it just yet - I had to get my strength back.

Professor Quirrell agreed.

"There is another person," the voice almost ran out of energy: "Harry Potter... pay attention to him..."

How to pay attention, what does it mean to pay attention, how to pay attention, the voice did not continue, and Professor Quirrell had a superfluous thought - if he could eliminate the major worry for his master, and wait until his master regains his strength, would he be rewarded?Quirrell had already fantasized about his master's reward, and he cleverly hid this plan. The top priority now was to find something to restore his master's strength, and the most suitable thing for him at the moment was the blood of a unicorn.

So the night before the Hogwarts Quidditch match, Hagrid frowned and said to DeWitt, "I haven't been here for a while. It's not peaceful in the Forbidden Forest."

"what happened?"

"Someone is hunting unicorns," Hagrid said. "The centaurs and I have communicated. They noticed that it was a black shadow."

There are unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, and DeWitt has seen them once from a distance, but the unicorns have never appeared head-on. What he has seen the most is the unicorn fur.

"Did you tell the principal?" DeWitt asked.

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore also took care of you," Hagrid said. "The decision to suspend your visit to the Forbidden Forest was made by Professor Dumbledore."

"Thank you principal for your care," DeWitt said: "What about the unicorn? Who will hunt the unicorn? And it's the black shadow - did you think of anything?"

"We met that night."

"So the shadow is not only not dead, but he has his own plan - what is the use of the unicorn? Its fur is very useful. I remember you said that the unicorn is also very strong, and most magic can be used against it. It’s useless.”

"It should be the blood of unicorns," Hagrid's face was ugly, and anger danced between his exploding beard: "That's a panacea, but drinking unicorn blood is very bad. I don't remember it." What’s wrong, I thought no one would be willing to hurt a unicorn.”

"What about the black shadow?" DeWitt finally asked, "Does it appear often?"

"The unicorn's injuries are getting more and more serious," Hagrid said sadly: "The centaurs and I are trying to stop...but...the opponent's progress is too fast, and the unicorn is being chased everywhere... I'm telling you what are you doing, go back, go back quickly."

DeWitt went back to the castle, but he came around again.

Black Shadow... Although there is a possibility that he is no match, you can always escape if you run. We will find out tonight.