The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff roag, and Gryffindor's training had bee increasingly unbearable. Their captain, Wood, had imposed strict training regimens oeam. If they could defeat Hufflepuff in this match, they would have a great ce of beating Slytherin in the House Cup, ending their seven-year reign.
However, some "bad news" made the already nervous Gryffindor lions even more anxious.
"What? Snape's refereeing? We're done for! If we have any ce of beating Slytherin, he'll never judge fairly!" Gee, who had beeending to fall off his broomstick to avoid training, actually did fall this time. Rubbing his sore bottom, he pined.
The young lions unanimously believed that Snape would favor Hufflepuff and target Gryffindor in his officiating.
Harry was the most terrified of all, as he was vihat Snape wao harm him!
"He must have ulterior motives for wanting to referee!" Harry pio his best friend Ron during dinner.
"I suggest you pretend to be sid skip it," Ron advised, uanding the gravity of the situation.
"Or break y before the match, then you won't have to py," Ron seemed proud of his brilliant idea, giving a thumbs up.
Harry eechless, pletely dumbfounded.
What kind of unreliable suggestiohese?
Harry still had a sense of responsibility; he couldn't let Gryffindor py without a Seeker, especially sihey had no substitute for that position.
He was quite depressed but had no choice but to py.
As a true Gryffindor, Harry had no she of ce. e at me, Snape, if you want my life!
As the match drew closer, his ay greotions csses became even more unbearable. Every time he sae, he felt those death-stare eyes fixed on him. Even with his back turned, Harry could feel Snape's gaze ging to him like a persistent disease.
But the more Snape pressured him, the more Harry felt he couldn't give in.
The best way to face fear is to front it!
Hermioched peculiarly as Harry and S the podium engaged in their intearing test, her expression growing strange.
Did these two have some sort of secret retionship?
She nudged Glenn, pointing at the se unfolding before them.
Glenn shook his head, no ent.
He couldn't be bothered with such matters, as his mind reoccupied with an i from a few nights ago.
He had entered Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest.
That night, Glenn had goo the Forest as usual, searg for new dangerous magical creatures for his training. Since he was expl different areas, he hadn't taken his usual familiar path but had chosen a different dire.
Somethi off that day. His head felt like it was being pricked by a needle, and the blood vessels in his forehead were throbbing. Glenn sensed a hint of danger.
Not taking any ces, he celed his training pns for the day and leaped to the treetops, cealing himself.
He immediately activated his heightened senses and increased his magical output to seek information over a wider range.
Suddenly, with Glenn at the ter, vast amounts of information from the Forest below flooded into his mind, pressing against his sciousness.
However, Glenn was already aced to this sensation. Even with the increased iy of information gathering, he could ehe pain of his sciousness being washed by the information tide while tinuously filtering out useful information to analyze the surroundis.
"ch, ch..." A strangely familiar yet eerie souered Glenn's mind, precisely captured by his senses.
Chewing sounds, liquid spshing...
He frowned slightly. These particur sounds...
They were the sounds of someone i.
When this out-of-pce sound appeared in the Forest, Glenn decisively tracted his sense, transf the spherical dete area into a straight liending toward the source of the information.
A rge mass appeared in his perception.
Not clear enough.
Glenn ied his staff into the tree trunk, feeling the vibrations.
The image in his mind gradually cleared, and he finally perceived the full picture of that writhing mass.
It was a figure in bck robes, hunched over a fallen corpse, tinuously feeding on its flesh and blood. Crimson liquid stantly sprayed out, flowing along the corpse's curves and pooling on the ground.
Was that... a uni?
Glenn frowned. He knew well that uni blood tained powerful life force, but unis were the embodiment of purity. Oacked and their blood forcibly taken, the pure creature would be defiled, causing their inally life-giving blood to gradually develop a powerful curse. This would n those who drank it to a livih.
Only when unis willingly offered their blood would it truly be a life-giving elixir. Otherwise, it became a terrifying curse to be avoided at all costs.
Only a plete fool would choose to sughter a uni and steal its blood to restore life force.
Who was this person?
Glenn didn't try to get closer to identify them, despite his curiosity. He wasn't sure of their background, and the person drinking the uni's blood gave him an intense sense of danger.
He remained crouched on the branch like a statue, waiting for the person to finish drinking the uni's blood. His attention was pletely focused on gathering information about the person's physical characteristid movements.
Glenn po memorize their physical features and ter iigate their true identity.
Time ticked by, and after the uni's silvery blood was pletely ed, the person finally moved.
After just a few steps, Glenn reized who it was.
Well, well, if it wasn't Quirrell?
Glenn immediately matched the person's behavioral patterns with those of Quirrell, whom he had been more closely tely. The two figures gradually overpped in his mind.
Glenn's expression grew increasingly serious. Quirrell's attempt to steal the Philosopher's Stone, which could produce the Elixir of Life, had already made him very vigint and suspicious. Now, disc him drinking uni blood with its life-giving properties almost firmed Glenn's least probable but most dangerous theory.
The half-dead Voldemort had likely used some form of magic to either possess Quirrell or share his life for another way.
Quirrell and Voldemort were sharing one body!
Glenn's killing i grew stronger. He decided to suspend his regur training this term and instead stake out the Forest, waiting for Quirrell's nighttime visit to attempt an assassination using his methods.
Glenn was well aware of his current abilities and position. He didn't believe he could easily kill Quirrell with Voldemort's help.
However, Glenn was fident that even if he couldn't pletely kill Quirrell, he could at least incapacitate him. He had ied siderable effort and resources into one particur on, and now was the time to use it.
The hunter had found his prey ahe trap. Now, he only he prey to ehe stage.
Glenn silently sensed Quirrell's presence disappear from his dete ra didn't act rashly. He remained in pce for an hour before returning to his dormitory.
He opehe door quietly without making a sound, but Dra the nearby bed suddenly sprang up. Even though his mind hadn't fully awakened, his wand, which he never let go of while sleeping, was already pointing at Glenn.
Draco's vat eyes instantly regaiheir focus, and upon seeing who had ehe dormitory, he let out a long sigh of relief, l his arm.
Glenn usually returned around dawn, but today he had e back much earlier. Sensing someoering the dormitory at an unusual hour, Draco, whose reas had beore sensitive after Glenn's training, was immediately awakened.
The little dragon had quite a start.
"Oh, it's just you, Glenn. Why are you back so early? You scared me," Draco wiped the cold sweat from his forehead before falling bato his bed.
Over time, Draco had discovered that apart from wheook him and Neville to train in the Forest, he was quite pleasant to be around. Morelenn owerful, answered almost all their questions, and spared no expense in using expeions to treat their injuries.
He had e to sider Glenn a friend.
Seeing Glenn's usually rigid schedule ge today, Draco asked with .
"There's danger in Hogwarts," Glenn said as he removed his equipment and stored it in his waist pouch.
"Danger?" Draco was fused. How could there be danger in Hogwarts?
He frowned and said to Glenn, "Should I tell my father about this? He's on the Hogwarts Board of Governors and intervene in satters. I have him send people to protect us."
Glenn shook his head and expihe situation directly, though cealing the existence of the Philosopher's Stone.
Draco's face grew increasingly pale as he listened.
What?! The Dark Lord wasn't pletely dead? He might be hiding in Quirrell? They were pnning something dangerous in Hogwarts?
He should have been happy - the Dark Lord he had once admired wasn't dead and might be pnning a eback.
But now, standing on Glenn's anti-Voldemort side, he only felt waves of fear washing over him.
"Don't worry about these matters; you're still too weak. And don't let your father intervene," Glenn reassured Draentioning Lucius briefly.
After all, Glenn po turn Lucius into a spy among the Death Eaters iure; he couldn't let Voldemort think the Malfoy family was hostile to him.
AnnouHappy New Year, everyone! Wishing you all an enjoyable reading experience!Additionally, the early chapters of this book have been updated up to Chapter 55. Your support is greatly appreciated!
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