HPDBC Chapter 37 – Number 2, you are a scarecrow
Chapter 37 – Number 2, you are a scarecrow
"Ugh, Henry, ugh—" Draco stuck his head out from the ditch, shouting Henry's name.
"Go! Find Hagrid!"
Hoare noticed Quirrell's attention shifting to Draco and shouted urgently.
Hearing this, Draco scrambled to his feet and dashed towards the only point of light in the distance.
Quirrell raised his wand, intending to stop him.
Hoare pointed his wand directly at Quirrell, and a golden beam grazed Quirrell's shiny forehead, striking the tree behind him.
With a loud bang, the tree exploded.
Quirrell glanced at the shattered tree in surprise, feeling the powerful magic.
This student before him not only mastered wandless, silent magic, but his magical power was also comparable to that of an adult wizard.
This was certainly not something a first-year student should possess.
Could it be, Quirrell thought, Polyjuice Potion.
That was the only explanation for his prowess.
"Your opponent is me!" Hoare raised his wand, wiping the sweat from his face.
"Heh." Quirrell let out a sinister laugh, "Since you wish to die so badly, I'll grant your wish."
Hoare held his wand in his right hand and shouted, "Petrificus Totalus."
In his mind, he focused on Quirrell and silently cast "Lumos!"
Quirrell rubbed his wand between his thumb and forefinger, chanting in a strange tone, "Avada Kedavra!" His magic emitted a green light.
Just as he uttered the words, a blinding light suddenly burst forth, causing Quirrell's eyes to sting.
As Quirrell's incantation was halfway through, Hoare took a quick step back, diving into the cave where Draco had just hidden.
He estimated that Draco should have reached Hagrid's hut by now.
He didn't have much time left.
Before Draco returned with help, he needed to deal with Number 2 and earn the gratitude and reward of the unicorn.
Hoare pulled a dagger from his pocket.
The dagger was small but extremely sharp.
It had just helped Hoare dig up countless herbs.
The green light hit precisely where Hoare had been standing, shattering the ground.
Even though the Forbidden Forest was as bright as day, the glaring green light couldn't be ignored.
Once the green light passed.
Hoare gathered all his magic and aimed at the faint silhouette in the light, "Quirinus Quirrell, come here."
Voldemort's intimidation only existed in others' tales; Hoare could only occasionally glimpse a sliver of past darkness.
But as for how powerful the man with a snake face was now, Hoare wasn't sure.
His soul had been split into pieces, so naturally, his magic couldn't be intact.
It wasn't a person; it had the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse—a centaur.
"Hello, please don't be alarmed, my name is Firenze." Firenze placed a hand on his chest and bowed.
Centaurs are naturally temperamental and wary of humans.
But the human before him was a youngling, and centaurs do not harm younglings, regardless of species.
Moreover, Firenze could see that this youngling had a pure soul.
He continued, "Unicorns are very pure creatures, and it sensed your goodwill."
Hoare silently turned his gaze back to the unicorn lying in his arms, its beautiful eyes gradually losing focus.
Firenze urged from the side, "Unicorn blood can only be taken while it's alive."
Hoare glanced at Firenze, then took out a bottle and dagger, collecting what he needed.
After finishing everything, the unicorn nuzzled Hoare's hand with its horn one last time, letting out its final call.
Hoare originally intended to bury the remaining unicorn, but Firenze refused, saying its kin would come to take it home.
Unicorns wouldn't be buried elsewhere; they only wanted to return home.
"Come on, child, I'll take you out." Firenze urged, looking at Hoare.
Hoare took off his robe and covered the unicorn with it.
Firenze lifted him onto his back, and Hoare used a Levitation Charm to carry Number 2.
The three of them headed towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Hoare wasn't in the best of moods.
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He hadn't expected the unicorn to be aware of his ulterior motives all along, yet it was still willing to sacrifice itself.
The unicorn believed he had a kind soul, but in truth, he just wanted to quickly develop the Squib potion to sell.
If he succeeded this time, perhaps he could sell it cheaper.
Consider it a good deed.
Hoare mentally conducted experiments with the unicorn materials he had just obtained, along with the previously confirmed ingredients.
In his mind, it was like a large Potions room.
Dozens of cauldrons started simultaneously, with time sped up tenfold.
Each cauldron had a slightly different formula, producing different reactions.
If it didn't work, he'd start over.
After hundreds of experiments.
Finally, in Hoare's mind, he calculated an almost perfect formula.
And outside, only a few minutes had passed.
Hoare opened his eyes, a glint of gold flashing through them.
Outside the Forbidden Forest, people were rushing over.
Hoare shouted, "Headmaster! Headmaster! I've got it!"