It's quiet at night.
The clear moonlight passed through the water of the black lake and fell on the dormitory.
The gorgeous and comfortable bed was empty at this time, only the shadow reflected by the candlelight lay on it. The end of the shadow is at the mirror in the corner of the room.
At this time, Luke was standing in front of the mirror, his face serious.
He took off his black robe. The originally tall body has returned to the normal height of an 11-year-old boy. But it seems that he is a little taller than before drinking the potion. And these are normal phenomena.
And an unusual phenomenon...
The candlelight shone on Luke's body, illuminating the scales on his body.
Luke was not too panicked, because after he used the skill 'Transform into a snake' last time, something similar to scales also appeared on his body. It's just that the scales that time were not as strong as this time, and they dissipated very quickly.
Luke pressed his fingers deep on the scales around his heart.
It doesn't feel smooth to the touch, but is very hard. The scales have certain magic fluctuations, and should have a certain amount of magic resistance.
But compared to snake scales, Luke felt that these things were more like scales made of wood.
I didn't have such a clear feeling before, but now it's much clearer.
The scales slowly faded away, and Luke's body gradually returned to normal.
Taking a deep breath, Luke returned to bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Luke fell asleep, but tonight's events did not end there.
In the forbidden forest, a dim light moved among them. It was accompanied by heavy footsteps and low barking.
Hagrid flew forward as fast as he could.
Finally, he saw the group of Acromantulas from a distance, and then accelerated his speed again.
"What happened here!"
Hagrid stopped in front of the spiders and asked carelessly.
Yaya next to him stared at these big spiders warily. He made a fierce expression, and then slowly retreated behind Hagrid.
Hagrid ignored Yaya who was timid again. He just stared at these Acromantulas with burning eyes, as if urging them to give an answer.
The spiders gritted their teeth and sucked their teeth at Hagrid, but Hagrid didn't seem to be panicking at all. There was even some affection in his eyes when he looked at those ferocious spiders.
"One of our hunting teams lost contact. We came to look for it and found that two humans should have fought here. From one of them, we felt the breath of the basilisk."
The leader, the extraordinarily large Acromantula, looked at Hagrid and told him everything.
Although they don't like Hagrid, they don't dare to be rude to Hagrid. At least he wouldn't dare to do anything until that old guy Aragog died.
"Are any spiders dead? What do those two people look like? Did you see them? And... what happened to the basilisk?"
Hagrid heard the worst news. Poachers have entered the forbidden forest. They even killed the Acromantula.
"We also know nothing."
After Spider finished speaking, he was ready to leave with the team.
"Wait! Where is the body? Was it taken away?"
Hagrid asked quickly.
"On the other side, if you need it, go find it yourself."
After saying that, the big spider led a group of vicious little spiders towards the depths of their territory.
This was not a small matter, and they had to tell Aragog. A small group of spiders is nothing, but a wizard with ill intentions towards spiders is very serious.
Especially if you really have the ability to cause harm to them.
At the very least, they need to change their hunting mode. How to arrange the specific arrangements depends on Aragog.
After Hagrid watched them leave, he walked in the direction the big spider said just now.
Yaya rushed in front of him again, then squatted in front of the unrecognizable spider corpse and shouted loudly.
Hagrid looked at Fang, who was now majestic again, and finally couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then shook his head.
Squatting in front of the spider's body, Hagrid carefully examined the injuries.
Except for one whose body was decomposed into pieces. The other two were in good shape, and it was obvious at first glance that they had died under the killing curse.
Hagrid looked at the dismembered body.
The hard carapace was destroyed. Judging from the traces, it was probably not a knife but a direct blast using magic.
Hagrid poked the spider's body with two fingers and felt the feel. Then he opened a pair of its teeth, and then leaned down to take a closer look.
"How's it going, Hagrid?"
This was when an old and gentle voice suddenly came from behind him.
Hagrid was startled and almost fell to the ground. Yaya was also frightened and jumped back violently. He subconsciously bared his teeth and roared, but when he found out it was Dumbledore, he immediately closed his mouth and silently squatted on the ground and wagged his tail a few times. When he saw Dumbledore, Lido ignored his own intention, got up and ran in the other direction.
Hagrid got up from the ground, breathed a long sigh of relief, then turned around and said to Dumbledore: "The Acromantulas told me that there were two wizards fighting. But this spider can only find Traces of a person.”
"He was very good at killing spells. He should be a powerful dark wizard. He died a lot of time, not even more than half an hour. The battle between them should have only lasted a short time."
"The wizard who killed the spider took away its venom and part of its flesh."
"I can understand the former, but the latter makes me a little confused. That thing shouldn't be used as a material for potions. It may have other uses."
At this moment, Yaya ran over with a crucible in his mouth and gently bumped Hagrid's hand.
"Oh! What!"
Hagrid took it from Fang's mouth.
"crucible?"
Hagrid held the cauldron in his hand and looked at it for a while, then handed it to Dumbledore.
"I can't see anything in it, Professor. Maybe you can give it to Professor Snape to take a look at."
"But from this point of view, among the two fighting people, the one who attacked the spider should be the weaker one."
Dumbledore took the crucible, looked at it lightly, and then said: "I'll let Severus take a look. It's just an ordinary crucible."
"Maybe we can find some clues from the remaining potion."
Hagrid nodded and said with some annoyance: "I was too careless. Luke reminded me at that time that someone was eyeing the depths of the Forbidden Forest. I thought it would be enough for me to patrol one more time. Who knew that someone was still watching me? I took my chance. It was my fault, Professor!"
Dumbledore didn't care at all whether Hagrid was negligent in his duties. What he cared about was the name Hagrid mentioned.
"Luke? Mr. Gunter?"
Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, Professor, it's Luke. He came to the Forbidden Forest Night with Weiss's twins before... um, came to the Forbidden Forest..."
Hagrid was racking his brains, trying his best to think of an action for the three of them that didn't sound like it was against school rules.
"What did he say to you?"
Dumbledore stared at Hagrid, his eyes were not sharp, but they gave people a special kind of pressure.
Hagrid swallowed back the "help" he had just thought of and replied: "Luke has a particularly high affinity with magical animals. He told me that some people in the Forbidden Forest have stronger intuitions or have language abilities. The magical animals sensed something was wrong. They started to get nervous.”
"He told me to pay attention. But I still neglected it."
At the end of the sentence, Hagrid shook his fist in frustration.
Dumbledore nodded, and then said: "Strengthen your protection. But pay attention to your own safety, Hagrid. Nothing in the Forbidden Forest is more precious than your life."
"Okay! Professor!"
Hagrid was cheered up by these words. He answered involuntarily, raising his chest and raising his head.
"By the way, Professor," Hagrid seemed to suddenly think of something, and then said a little embarrassedly, "In the past few weekends, I occasionally asked Luke to come to the cabin to help. He also likes magical animals, so... "
"This is your freedom, Hagrid. Of course you can find a helper."
Dumbledore had a gentle smile on his face and spoke to Hagrid in an encouraging tone.
"Okay professor!"
Hagrid responded happily.
At this time, Dumbledore glanced in the direction of the castle, seeming to be thinking about something.
"Keep it a secret, Hagrid. Don't tell anyone what's going on here."
"Don't worry, Professor!" Hagrid patted his chest and said, "I will definitely keep it secret!"
And Ya Ya at his feet also barked twice, as if to vouch for his master.
Dumbledore smiled and walked away. But in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest.
In the black lake, a huge black shadow slowly emerged from the water and looked in the direction of the black lake with some confusion.
But after a while, it scratched its head with its tentacles in confusion. It looks quite humane.
Then he sank back into the water. It was as if he had never appeared before.
The black smoke passed through the open window and landed on the sofa, changing back into a human form.
Quirrell gasped for air and reached out his hand to fumble on the table on the side. After grabbing the water glass, he directly picked it up and put it to his mouth, drinking it gurglingly.
In the blink of an eye, a large bottle of water went into his stomach.
Quirrell looked pretty good at this time, if you ignored the cold sweat on his head and the heavy breathing that still didn't stop.
"The effect is not bad."
In his mind, Voldemort said calmly.
Quirrell opened his mouth, but finally closed his eyes and mouth and let out a long sigh of relief.
"What shall we do next, Master?"
Quirrell asked with some desperation. He is really pessimistic about his future now.
Now, he just wants to know the next step plan. After knowing the next step plan, he plans to see if it is feasible. If there is one, give it a try. If not, give it a try.
It's all about death anyway, and it would be a good choice to earn a good reputation before death.
"Don't worry, we can prepare a little surprise for them next."
Voldemort seemed to be prepared to speak.
"We have to mess things up, otherwise, even if the other party is fully prepared, we won't be able to get the Sorcerer's Stone into our hands."
Quirrell was a little surprised.
When did his brain come back?
"What do you think?"
Quirrell asked with three points of hope.
"I was inspired by the spiders today. We could also use magical beasts to raid the school and cause chaos."
Voldemort said with some confidence: "As long as we get a magical animal that is dangerous enough, we can take advantage of the chaos to grab the Sorcerer's Stone."
Quirrell also thought this was a good note, and couldn't help but feel pleased with his master's wit. He finally understood what it meant to outwit someone.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. Quirrell subconsciously got up and opened the door. But Voldemort in his mind shouted loudly: "Idiot! Take off your clothes! Are you sleeping in a cloak and dragon skin gloves?!"
Only then did Quirrell remember the problem with his clothing. Then he waved his wand and all the extra clothes fell off his body and flew towards an open box.
A piece of pajamas on the bed flew over, and Quirrell stretched his limbs and put it on. Then he walked quickly towards the door.
And the knock on the door was still ringing relentlessly.
"Here, who is it?"
He opened the door, and what appeared in front of him was a fist that kept approaching him.
He subconsciously clenched the wand in his hand.
But the fist stopped when it was just a hair away from his nose. Then it was quickly taken back.
Only then did Quirrell see who the person in front of him was.
"Severus, what do you want from me?"
Quirrell asked with a forced smile.
Snape glanced at him coldly and said, "Don't you feel it? The magic wave coming from the direction of the Forbidden Forest."
"The other party's strength should not be underestimated. We professors must go and take a look."
"Okay! Wait for me to clean up!"
Quirrell nodded in response. Then he turned and walked towards the room.
Snape, on the other hand, looked him up and down. And the furnishings in his room. As if looking for some stolen goods.
"You look a lot more energetic, Quilinas. Did you have a good rest today?"
Snape asked, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
"It's not too good. I was having a nightmare when you called me just now." Quirrell said while looking for clothes in the closet, "I'm sweating. Fortunately, you called me."
"Perhaps I can help you prepare some soothing medicine, which may help you."
"Oh, that's really nice, thank you, Severus."
It sounded like a really friendly conversation and seemed to be filled with warm co-workers.
But at this moment, Snape narrowed his eyes and took out his wand at some point.
While Quirrell was looking for clothes, he held his wand tightly, the magic power on his body moving vaguely, as if he was ready to take action at any time.
The moonlight fell in the center of the room, and two people in the darkness were hidden in the darkness on the left and right sides.
Did Luke, who fell into a deep sleep due to excessive exhaustion, expect such a turmoil?
I'm afraid only he himself knows.
