Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

Aren't the generous hearts of these young ladies appealing?

Fortunately, Ron revealed his purpose the next second.

"So... for this reason, could you lend me your Nimbus 2000 for a few days...?"

Oh, so you just wanted to borrow a car.

Are you waiting for me here?

That's fine.

“Sure.” Hermione readily agreed. “Since you’re so loyal, I’ll get you the same one after Quidditch is over.”

Ron's eyes widened in surprise.

Just as he was about to say something more, they arrived at Hagrid's cabin.

After explaining the situation to Hagrid, the latter looked at the little ones at his feet and shook his head helplessly.

"You lot are really good at getting into trouble. Perfect timing, I'm going to the Forbidden Forest tonight, you can come with me."

As the game keeper at Hogwarts, one of his tasks was to prevent students from venturing into the Forbidden Forest without permission.

"However, the school forbids students from entering the forbidden forest..."

Upon hearing the words "Forbidden Forest," Malfoy immediately cowered.

Hagrid reassured him, "Don't worry, we're just going to investigate the edge of the Forbidden Forest. I know the basic situation there, and there won't be any danger."

"Then why are you still cocking the crossbow...?"

"Don't pay attention to such small things."

Everyone: "..."

Forbidden forest.

Despite being called a forbidden area and fraught with danger, it is actually a den of various dark creatures.

This is nothing to adult wizards; there are far more dangerous places in the wizarding world. But for younger students, it is certainly not a good place.

Hagrid was walking ahead when he suddenly saw something and quickly stepped forward.

"This is……"

Harry stared at the pool of mercury-like liquid on the ground.

“Unicorn blood,” Hagrid said gravely, “that’s what we came for.”

"A while ago I found a dead unicorn that had been killed. I was worried that there might be others that had been killed, so I came to patrol every day. I never expected to actually find one."

"But it looks like this one is only injured, not dead. Let's search the area."

……

Watching Hagrid and the others leave, Hermione crouched down and took out a syringe.

Hey, there's an unexpected bonus.

Malfoy frowned: "What are you doing?"

Harry refused to team up with him, as did Ron, so the universally disliked Malfoy had no choice but to team up with Hermione.

Hermione ignored him and instead silently collected a vial of blood.

Fantastic Creatures

[Unicorn (Already in my collection)]

[A symbol of purity, possessing a single horn on its forehead, whose blood can sustain life.]

Chapter 26 Voldemort Killed by a Barrage of Shots

"Hey, I'm asking you a question, did you hear me?"

Malfoy looked displeased.

He, the noble Malfoy, heir to one of the 28 holy pure-blood wizarding families, has been a force to be reckoned with among the Slytherin freshmen since entering the school, with almost everyone fawning over him.

Aside from that wretched Harry "Broken," this was the first time anyone had ignored him like this.

"I heard you, don't shout."

Hermione didn't even look up. "If you say another word, I'm leaving right now. You can stay here by yourself."

A gust of cold wind blew by at just the right moment, and feeling the eerie atmosphere around him, Malfoy shivered and involuntarily leaned closer to Hermione.

The next second, seemingly feeling embarrassed, he stubbornly retorted:

"Hmph, you're looking for unicorns now, I won't bother with you. But when we get back, you'll have to have a wizard duel with me!"

"Oh? Are you sure?"

Hermione glanced at him, her tone amused.

Malfoy's face stiffened.

He then realized that the person in front of him was no ordinary wizard.

The scene of Hermione brutally and cruelly killing the troll is still fresh in my mind.

Not to mention him, even most senior wizards were clearly no match for her; a single Ironclad Curse rendered him powerless.

God knows how this guy learned such a spell, which is usually only used by upperclassmen, just by reading a book.

“Let’s go, I think I’ve found my way.” Hermione stood up.

By analyzing the surrounding traces, she could roughly guess the direction the injured unicorn had fled.

She stared in the direction Hagrid and the others had gone, speechless.

This is completely the wrong way.

Most wizards focus only on magic, neglecting the most basic observation and reasoning.

After all these years as a hunting ground guard, you haven't improved at all... No wonder you were framed twice in the locked room incident, even after so long.

After walking for a while, seeing that Hermione remained silent, Malfoy grew bolder again.

How did you know the unicorn would flee this way?

Are you sure we're not going the wrong way?

"You didn't lead us astray, did you? I shouldn't have listened to you. We should have stayed where we were and waited for Potter and the others to come back."

"you……"

Hermione got annoyed by his nagging and turned to glare at him.

"None of your business, shut up!"

"With your intelligence, it's hard for me to explain to you. If you don't want to leave, then go back home and stop babbling here!"

Malfoy stood there, stunned, after being scolded by Hermione.

She dared to yell at me? She actually dared to yell at me?

From childhood to adulthood, even my dad... no, apart from my dad, no one has ever been mean to me!

"Stop being so smug. You're nothing but lowly mud..."

The next second, his words caught in his throat.

Because Malfoy saw a ghostly figure shrouded in black robes lying on the back of a dying unicorn, greedily sucking its blood.

Half of his face was covered by a black robe, and silver liquid was still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"what--!!!!"

Malfoy let out a terrified scream.

Attracted by the shouts, the man in black robes raised his head and floated toward the two like a ghost.

Malfoy turned to run, but tripped over vines and could only back away little by little until his back hit a tree, watching helplessly as the black-robed monster got closer and closer.

“Bang!”

Just as the man in black robes was about to pounce, a thunderous roar echoed through the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

The black-robed man's forward movement stopped abruptly, then he stumbled and fell to the ground, unable to even maintain his floating state.

“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”

A series of sounds rang out, and Hermione was seen holding a pistol, firing several shots at the dark figure, instantly emptying the magazine.

The dark figure trembled violently, let out a painful growl, twitched a few times, and then remained motionless.

Glock Wand, pure steel core, nine millimeters of magic, kid!

Never seen this before!

I took this gun after killing the black robber who bought something for free; it turns out it's quite useful.

Hermione calmly took out the magazine, pulled out a handful of bright yellow bullets, and loaded them in one by one.

He then raised his pistol again and aimed it at the body.