Tuesday, eleven o'clock at night.

Harry, Hermione, and Neville gathered in the common room. The three of them were going to complete the confinement, but Ron didn’t need it, so they took a moment to say goodbye to Ron and went downstairs to the hall, where Filch was already waiting. It's there—and Malfoy.

　　 Harry almost forgot that Malfoy was also going to be confined, and the three of them didn't show any good expressions about Malfoy, the capital of the culprit.

　　 Malfoy naturally stared back without showing any weakness, but Filch didn't have time to play this kind of kid's game with them.

　　 "Okay," Filch said with a cold face, "Come with me."

　　 He lit a lantern and led Harry and the others out, "I think you have to think twice if you want to violate school rules in the future, don't you, huh?"

　　Harry or Malfoy, they didn't want to talk to Filch, so no one talked, it was just Filch talking to himself there.

"Oh, yeah... If you ask me, I have to say that working and enduring hardship are the best teachers... It's a pity that they abolished the old-fashioned way of punishment... Hang your wrists and hang you Hanging from the ceiling lasts for several days.

　　 I still have those chains in my office. I often oil them. Maybe it will come in handy one day... Okay, let's go, but don't even think about running away. If you run away, you will have no good fruits to eat. "

　　 They strode across the dark field. It was still a bit cold in the summer night. I don't know if it was a cold, but Neville kept smoking his nose.

　　 Harry didn't know what punishment they would be punished-undoubtedly, it must be very terrible and severe, otherwise Filch wouldn't be so cheerful.

　　... He felt that Filch was a little twisted in his heart.

　　 The moonlight tonight is very bright, but there are constantly clouds floating in the sky to cover the light of the moon, making them plunge into darkness. But that's fine-at least Harry could clearly see the lighted windows of Hagrid's cabin.

　　 Immediately afterwards, they heard a shout from a distance.

　　 "Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I'm leaving."

　　 Harry's heart suddenly became excited: after all, if they were to work with Hagrid, then the situation would not be too bad, Hagrid would protect him...

　　 He must have shown this kind of relief on his face, because he heard Filch say to him shortly afterwards: "You probably thought you would have a good time with that idiot, right?

　　 Think about it again, kid-you are going to the Forbidden Forest! If you can come out unharmed, even if I estimate it wrong. "

　　 After hearing this, Harry didn't react at all, but Neville couldn't help but snorted, and Malfoy stopped his pace abruptly.

　　 "Forbidden forest?"

　　 He followed, his voice was far less calm than usual, "We can't go into the forbidden forest in the middle of the night-there are everything in there, I heard there are werewolves."

　　Naville clutched Harry's sleeve tightly and let out a sob.

　　 "You can only blame yourself, isn't it?" Filch's voice was happy, "You should think of these werewolves before you get into trouble, right?"

　　 Hagrid strode towards them from the darkness, Fang Fang following behind. Hagrid carried his giant crossbow with a full quiver hanging from his shoulders.

　　 "Time is almost up," he said in a dull voice, "I have been waiting for half an hour, how long are you going to wait?"

　　 Then he turned to Harry and Hermione and asked a few questions with concern.

　　 "You shouldn't be so polite to them, Hagrid," Filch said coldly at the half-blood giant. "After all, they came here to be punished."

　　 "That's why you are late, are you?"

　　 Hagrid frowned at Filch. He looked fierce and bluffing: "I have been teaching them, eh?

　　 Filch, I am not your place to teach others.

　　 Your mission is completed, and I will be responsible for them from now on. "

　　 "I'll be back at dawn," Filch said viciously, "clean up their wreckage."

　　 Not far from their meeting, the figure shrouded in darkness stared silently at this side. In front of him, the same invisible quill and parchment were suspended in the air, struggling to write.

　　 is exactly Jon.

　　His current state is half-hidden. This magic is very complicated. It combines the single defense magic [Mobile Fortress] with the phantom spell to achieve a similar moving, fierce loyalty spell.

If it's only in terms of function, then this magic is still very good, but the conditions of use are a bit too strict. Take Jon himself, he has improved so much magic level and trained for so long. The single magic is still not perfect.

　　 Even now, he only relies on the concealment of dark conditions to achieve the effect of concealing himself. If it is daytime, then a wizard with a little experience will find the magic distortion around him.

　　 For Jon himself, he found that such a distortion of magic requires Ravenclaw's glasses as an aid.

　　 After all, he is still too young compared to the experienced wizards.

The conversation between Hagrid and Harry and the group did not last long. Soon they left here and walked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest~lightnovelpub.net~ Jon was far behind, because Hagrid and the others were walking. He didn't speak at the time, so there was no need to record.

　　 And Jon was so familiar with the path Hagrid and the others took.

　　 The small intestine trail that gradually enters the deep forest will be divided into two not far away. One of them will be divided into two after a long distance, which is the road to his training ground.

　　He walks from there every day.

　　 But today’s night is obviously not so unusual, even the wind blowing in the air has a **** breath.

　　 Jon naturally knew what it was, because he felt it when the two unicorns in the Forbidden Forest died.

　　 The magic wave that Voldemort appeared around was so strong that it was difficult for Jon to find it.

The only problem is that the unicorns that Voldemort hunted were not the unicorns of the prime of life. Perhaps it was because the unicorns of the prime of life were unable to hunt in his current state. In short, the unicorns who died in these two days were all unicorns. The old unicorns in the community that should have died.

If Voldemort did not exist, these unicorns would probably appear in the cemetery of the unicorn tribe before death, and then after death, they would leave their hair and some materials, waiting for Hagrid to collect, and then send them to Austria. Levande’s Wand Shop.

　　 Hogwarts hunting grounds are called hunting grounds for no reason.

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