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Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, location unknown.

Black smoke gradually coalesced into a human figure, and Quirinus Quirrell gasped for breath, appearing beside an ancient tree entwined with snake-like vines. His hood had been thrown back, and a trace of fear flickered across his face.

"What was that?" he stammered, somewhat incoherently. "My great master... just now... the power of that spell, I have never seen such a terrifying Killing Curse, who exactly is that child..."

For the first time in many years, Quirinus Quirrell had faced such a powerful and swift spell that his mind went blank the moment the green light flashed, and he even forgot to resist.

If the Dark Lord hadn't temporarily taken over his body, he might have already become a cold corpse.

"Paracelsus... Paracelsus..."

A hoarse, low voice replied, filled with deep resentment and hatred.

Just now, Voldemort had exhausted the little strength he had managed to recover during this time. If it hadn't been for the replenishing power of those few sips of unicorn blood, he might not even have had the strength to speak.

And what angered him even more was the trace of hesitation that Quirinus Quirrell had displayed.

"Incompetent fool! I can sense your cowardice, fear, that disgusting stench... He's just a slow old man, if I were to use the Killing Curse, it would be several times more powerful."

Voldemort said fiercely, but still couldn't hide the fatigue and weakness behind his sharp voice.

"Quirinus, you disappoint me too much. Now, return to the castle..."

"But, master," Quirinus Quirrell trembled, a look of hesitation appearing on his face.

"Alone, if I encounter that mysterious wizard again, or that big dog—you know, my power is so weak, I'm very worried—"

"Waste... waste... If you really encounter danger, I will naturally help you, when necessary..."

The Dark Lord roared in a low, hoarse voice, with extreme impatience in his tone.

"Do you think that something like finding your way requires me to expend my energy?!"

If it weren't for his damned sense of direction, he wouldn't have been reduced to guarding the remote Albanian forest, waiting for a full ten years before finally finding a clueless and foolish Quirrell.

You know, in the early days after becoming a wraith, Voldemort had considered going to the Lestrange Manor to find his most loyal servant and subordinate, Bellatrix Lestrange, but...

Until Voldemort saw the news of Bellatrix Lestrange's arrest on a roadside newspaper, he was unable to find the correct path to Lestrange Manor in this chaotic world.

You know, when he was at the height of his power, the great Dark Lord never worried about these trivial matters.

Those loyal Death Eaters, and every wizard who held a grudge against him, who dared to call out his name, were like torches in the night, illuminating the entire chaotic world in his mind.

The Dark Lord was everywhere, all-powerful... He controlled the fear of the entire wizarding world.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Master, I'll return to Hogwarts immediately."

Feeling the displeasure and anger of the great being possessing his body, Quirrell trembled and apologized repeatedly, while raising his wand and placing it in his palm, whispering, "Point me."

The wand spun in Quirrell's hand, the tip turning one hundred and eighty degrees, pointing behind him.

Quirinus Quirrell glanced at the wand in his hand and said softly, realizing.

"Ah, it should be this way... We ran the wrong way before."

"Shut up! You idiot! If it weren't for me, you would already be a corpse!"

For some reason, since meeting that little guy, all his plans had been disrupted. Voldemort, humble, only wants to live, can't beat the dog, eats dirt, feels like his soul is about to boil with anger.

Even when facing Dumbledore, he had never felt this way.

Fortunately, the power of unicorn blood has at least restored some of his strength. Perhaps casting spells is still difficult, but if it's just simple cursing and roaring, he can barely manage it.

"M-Master... Don't get excited, take care of your body..."

Quirinus Quirrell swallowed, said cautiously, and was about to start walking.

Just then, a beastly roar like a nightmare came from the ears of the two (one human and one ghost?).

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"Master, Master... that dog is chasing us..."

"What are you waiting for? You idiot! Do you want me to deal with that dirty and lowly mad dog?!"

"But Apparition can't be used!"

"Don't you have legs? I really want to turn you into a big snake, so you at least wouldn't ask such a stupid question!"

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"Get out! You lowly dog!"

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the Forbidden Forest, also location unknown.

Grindelwald sat on a bare tree stump, listening intently to Aileen's account of what had just happened, his expression particularly ugly, his mouth twitching a few times, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

As time passed, the first-generation Dark Lord was also beginning to experience the kind of heart-attack feeling that Dumbledore had.

The old wizard took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows, and said with a forced smile.

"So, you almost got yourself killed to save a unicorn?"

"It just looked dangerous, I was very measured, everything was actually under control..."

Aileen glanced at the old potato with a gloomy face, feeling inexplicably apprehensive, showing a stiff smile, tapping her fingertips on her chest non-stop, and said softly, her eyes darting from side to side.

Although directly confronting Voldemort was indeed a bit irrational, the result was good, wasn't it?

"Everything... under control? Do you think I'm blind?!"

Gellert Grindelwald swept around the devastated jungle—centered on this clearing, almost all the surrounding bushes were broken in half, either burning with flames or destroyed by dog claws or spells.

As for the center of the clearing, which was the "center of the firefight," it was even more covered with large and small pits, and the mud in the forest was like it had just been gnawed by a dog, with pieces missing everywhere. It was hard to imagine how intense the battle had been.

"The situation has already become so severe that you had to let Fluffy revert to his original form. You call this under control?!"

A vein popped out on the old wizard's forehead, and he pointed his finger, poking the forehead of the bear child in front of him hard.

"Not to mention, any wizard who can hunt unicorns alone, if they really get ruthless, can probably bypass that three-headed dog and cast an evil curse at you before they die."

Since returning from Salzburg, Grindelwald had found that Aileen seemed to have awakened some strange preference, and was very enthusiastic about getting involved in various battles beyond her age level.

Or, to put it another way, Aileen Kaslana, this child is a bit inflated.

As a combat wizard at the top of the wizarding world, Gellert Grindelwald was well aware of the bad consequences that this mentality could produce. If it was not stopped in time, this little girl might find it difficult to live to the point where she could stand alone.

"After returning to Hogwarts Castle, I will suggest to Albus that you have at least one more practical combat class per week, it's time to let you clearly understand your shortcomings and limitations."

Grindelwald glanced at Aileen, who was covering her forehead and hiding far away, and said in an unquestionable tone.

"At least... so that you don't rashly provoke someone again one day and die suddenly in some unknown corner."

"That's because the situation was urgent, if I didn't take action that big guy would have been killed."

Aileen stuck out her tongue, hugged the golden unicorn in front of her, and explained with an awkward smile.

"You know, I've always liked magical creatures..."

"Humph! You can fool others with that argument, but I don't understand you?!"

Grindelwald snorted coldly, interrupting Aileen's weak defense, and pointed at the little unicorn in the girl's arms.

"You call that like? You're just greedy for its body!"

"It's different, it's different. Unicorns can't be eaten."

Aileen shook her head solemnly, using a little force with her hands, holding the somewhat uneasy golden little cutie in her arms, and looked up at Grindelwald in front of her with a serious face, and retorted softly.

"Killing a unicorn is an extremely cruel thing. Although unicorn blood has the power to prolong life, from the moment its blood touches our lips, our lives will be cursed and become a half-dead life—this is the knowledge you taught me before in Nurmengard Castle."

"Oh? Is that so..."

Grindelwald glanced at Aileen with a smile that wasn't a smile, and at the little unicorn that had already noticed something, and raised his eyebrows.

"But I seem to remember that someone refuted me directly with very strong arguments?"

"A unicorn is a creature that exists in nature. As a herbivore, it is not qualified to be at the end of the food chain, so it must be part of the natural food chain that can be hunted and eaten."

Hearing the old wizard's voice not far away, the golden little unicorn in Aileen's arms twitched its ears, and a hint of confusion appeared in its lake-blue eyes, as well as a hint of humanized uneasiness.

"Eh? Don't listen."

Aileen's face stiffened, she blinked her eyes, and quickly covered the ears of the little unicorn in her arms.

Sure enough, after a pause, Gellert Grindelwald recalled Aileen's words and repeated them.

"If unicorns are not edible, or the cost is heavy and they have no natural enemies, then as a herbivore, they would have covered most of the world's area in the long years, instead of being as rare as they are today—so you concluded that the curse of unicorn blood is definitely exaggerated or misunderstood."

The old man's voice seemed to use some magic, as if it was coming directly from Aileen's ear, rather than from afar.

"For example, if the purpose is to eat and satisfy hunger, hunting a unicorn may not trigger the so-called blood curse; or, for example, after cooking or potion treatment, it can neutralize and change the..."

Hiss~

Just then, the little unicorn that was originally held in Aileen's arms suddenly used force and broke free from the girl's arms.

The golden little guy ran in a panic to the side of the big unicorn that was slowly standing up, its eyes wandering back and forth between the two humans in front of it, its eyes full of tension and confusion.

"Shut up! It's not easy to have a little animal that isn't afraid of me!"

Aileen glared fiercely at Grindelwald, who was smiling like a chrysanthemum, turned her head and looked at the two unicorns, one large and one small, with a gentle voice, trying to express her kindness.

"Um... as long as I'm not starving to death, I won't eat you."

Gurgle~

Gurgling~

As soon as the girl's voice fell, a series of abrupt stomach rumbles rang out in the clearing.

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Goo ah~ Another big chapter of more than three thousand words! It's a thank you to the leader!

While writing, I suddenly got a bit of Quirrell x Voldemort Cp, emmmmm, toxic~