Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue

Late at night, in the warm and comfortable Hufflepuff common room, magical fireflies born from the fireplace flames gathered in the semicircular dome of the lounge, softly illuminating the quiet room with only a few girls left.

Hannah, Hermione, and Luna sat neatly on the soft sofa next to the fireplace. While sharing the pumpkin pie brought back from the banquet, they opened their eyes wide and listened intently to Elena's story about today. What happened in the Forbidden Forest at night.

Of course, as agreed with Dumbledore, this is an abridged version of the story.

But even so, the three little lolita were still extremely nervous and excited. They stared at Elena intently. Even their breathing became cautious. The piece of pumpkin pie in Hermione's hand was almost kneaded into a ball. Cake crumbs.

"The blood of unicorns has the power to extend life... Although drinking it directly will be cursed... But obviously, the man in black who tried to kill the unicorn didn't care about this... I even doubted what that thing was. Doesn’t it count as a human being…”

"If it's not a human being, what do you think it is..."

Hannah whispered with some fear, her eyes flashing with vague excitement, as if she was listening to a ghost story that was both scary and extremely exciting, and she couldn't help but want to continue listening.

Elena shrugged.

"The living dead, vampires, ground-destroying bats... Who knows, there are so many dangerous dark creatures hidden in the Forbidden Forest. Perhaps only Professor Quirrell of Defense Against the Dark Arts knows what those things are... But no matter what, It must be a ferocious and pitiful existence, after all, it keeps eating dirt even when it is escaping..."

"But Professor Quirrell was seriously injured. That monster must be very powerful, right?"

Hermione said with a worried look on her face, looked around at the girls around her, and whispered.

"Thanks to the official professor who happened to show up this time and repelled the bad guys who were trying to hunt the unicorn. Otherwise, Elena, you would be in danger. I don't know what happened to Professor Quirrell now. His appearance in the auditorium before shocked everyone. We were so frightened that we almost thought the professor might..."

"Well, yes, Professor Quirrell, he is indeed amazing."

Elena blinked, a strange look appeared on her face, and said softly.

"In my thoughts at the time, I thought Professor Quirrell might be left directly in the Forbidden Forest. Unexpectedly, he actually returned to Hogwarts Castle and issued a warning to the professors. It's amazing, really very impressive……"

Although she did not see Quirrell's tragic situation with her own eyes, Luna, who carried a camera with her, still calmly raised her camera amidst the chaos and recorded the scene in the auditorium with photos. .

In that somewhat blurry picture, a dark bloodstain followed Professor Quirrell's footsteps from the door to the desk of the head faculty member. Compared with the appearance of Quirinus Quirrell when he escaped from her hands, Clearly worse in more ways than one.

In addition to the terrible wounds caused by her spell, the poor wizard had four or five extremely deep claw marks on his body, and the scorch marks caused by the flames were everywhere. Even through the photo, Elena It seemed that he could smell the burnt smell that made people feel nauseated. The only intact part of Quirrell's body was the big scarf.

As for why there is no ugly face of Voldemort behind the turban, Elena is not particularly surprised. As a wizard with special attainments in survival, Voldemort obviously has many ways to hide his existence.

You know, let alone deceiving Dumbledore and wanting to move freely in this castle, Voldemort must at least ensure that his existence will not be discovered by other professors or senior students.It would be trivial to just rely on the physical barrier of a scarf. Clairvoyance magic is not a new thing that has never appeared in the magical world.

"So, is this a thank you gift from the unicorn? It hurts, right?"

Luna folded her legs and crossed herself on the sofa. She hugged the long spiral horn that Elena brought back and stroked it up and down curiously. It was different from the unicorn horn she had seen in Diagon Alley. This horn, Mr. The color is bright and it seems to have a life of its own.

Luna has been naturally close to all kinds of magical animals since she was a child. After hearing that Elena successfully rescued two unicorns, the envy and admiration in the girl's eyes almost flowed out.

"Compared to death, it probably doesn't feel the pain, right? Although I don't actually want this big horn."

Elena sighed helplessly and thought back to the two ungrateful white deer with long horns.

"However, according to Professor Dumbledore, there is a huge difference between the horns of unicorns that have shed themselves and the horns of dead unicorns. The latter can only be used to make potions and alchemy raw materials, but the former can Make powerful magic items.”

"Magic prop? Similar to a broomstick?"

Hermione glanced at the long horn in Luna's hand with some curiosity, stretched out her finger and poked it.

She really couldn't imagine what other representative magic props there were in the magic world besides flying broomsticks. After all, most of the items she had seen over the past few days were conventional items that had been transformed by magic.

"Maybe it's more aggressive, similar to the tip of a spear, or a strange wand... Mr. Otto may know."

Elena replied casually that this was not her area of ​​expertise anyway, and then directly gave the unicorn horn to Grindelwald. Even if the first-generation Dark Lord didn't know how to process it, he would definitely be able to find a suitable one. Candidate.

Now she was thinking more about how to face Professor Quirrell tomorrow. Should she kill him?Beat him to death?Or beat him to death?

The sky gradually got a little brighter, and the girls who had been chatting all night finally began to yawn. Their throats felt dry and sore. They ended the conversation one after another, said good morning exhausted, and climbed into bed to sleep.

This year Halloween falls on a Friday, so it doesn't matter if we chat a little longer.

Anyway, for first-year Hufflepuffs, every Friday is the best day. Except for the flying lesson in the afternoon, there is no class for the whole day. It’s not a big deal if you can’t get up in the morning...

……

The next day, early in the morning.

"Ahhh!"

"It's going to be late! It's going to be late!"

"It's all your fault! Elena, you are a disaster!"

"Obviously you guys are listening very enthusiastically, right?"

Elena and Hermione were bickering while running down the empty corridor holding thick textbooks. Behind them was Luna Lovegood, who was still a little sleepy and her hair was still messy. .

Although Hufflepuff's first years have an enviable Friday class schedule...

but!Except for Hannah, the other three girls need to follow the Gryffindor class schedule!

the most important is……

This morning's class is...

"Sorry, Professor Snape, we slept together."

Hermione Granger pushed open the classroom door, looked at the black-robed wizard with a cold face not far away, and whispered timidly.

"It's not too late, after all, the second class has just begun..."

Severus Snape raised his eyebrows, glanced at the three little witches wearing Gryffindor robes, showed an indifferent expression with a smile, and said in his usual slow tone .

"I just...missed one class. It's really touching. I thought the three ladies wouldn't show up today."

"Now, stand at the back of the classroom and watch other students operate. I will deal with you after class."

The first day after Halloween...

Elena did not meet Professor Quirrell because she was imprisoned again...

But fortunately, this time she is not alone...

In this world, she accompanied Hermione and Luna to their first confinement...