Chapter 267

"Unicorns are very beautiful and kind creatures. It is said that killing such a life will be cursed."

In the Forbidden Forest, Tom and Qiu Zhang were in a group. Tom was carrying a storm lantern, walking step by step in the forest.

Qiu Zhang introduced unicorns to him.

"Our group is researching transfiguration recently, and I read a lot of books about animals," Qiu Zhang said. "My god, there is their blood everywhere, so pitiful..."

Because of the Hero group, Tom was quite familiar with Qiu Zhang. In his cognition, Qiu Zhang was a very "girly" girl—this was completely different from Hermione—but unexpectedly not annoying.

She likes beautiful things, is compassionate, and is also very smart.

"Give this to you." Qiu Zhang took out a potion and handed it to Tom.

"What is this?"

"Wolfsbane Potion," Qiu Zhang said. "They say there are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. If we encounter them, we'll use this. Maybe becoming their kind will be safer."

"Will this potion turn us into werewolves?" Tom was a little surprised.

"No, it can temporarily transform people into a wolf harmlessly. Although what we want to do more is a kind of potion that can transform people into animals anytime, anywhere, that's too difficult. Professor Murphy said it requires a deeper understanding of the Animagus potion."

"Temporarily?"

"Yes, the Wolfsbane Potion can only last for more than ten minutes each time now. This bottle can probably be used twice," Qiu Zhang reminded.

Tom doubted that this thing would be useful if they encountered a werewolf, but he still put the potion away.

The ancient trees in the Forbidden Forest seemed to have grown for a thousand years, incredibly tall. The deeper they went, the more so it was. The knotted tree roots protruded from the ground like low walls. Tom felt as if he was doing an obstacle cross-country.

However, the blood on the ground was getting denser and denser, which seemed to indicate that they were approaching the target.

Suddenly, Qiu Zhang gave a small exclamation and covered her mouth. "There, is that..."

A beautiful creature in the distance lay on the ground, its skin as white as pearls or moonlight.

It was already dead, and silver-white blood covered the ground beside it.

They were just about to fire sparks to inform Hagrid, when suddenly, there was a movement in the bushes beside them, and something shrouded in darkness drilled out, sweeping across the ground like some kind of giant bat. It pounced on the unicorn and began to drink its blood.

"It, it is... drinking..." Qiu Zhang said in horror in a low voice.

"Let's go." Tom pulled Qiu Zhang and was just about to leave, but a dead branch under his feet was stepped on and snapped, making a soft sound.

That hooded figure suddenly turned its head and looked at the two.

In an instant, Tom had a very strange feeling, as if he was looking at the two of them through the other party's eyes.

He could even feel the cold killing intent filling the other party's mind.

"Run!"

They turned and ran, but at this moment, with a rush of hoofbeats, a half-man, half-horse creature suddenly rushed out. It first shot an arrow at the black shadow, which was dodged by the latter, and then raised its hooves, protecting the two little wizards behind it.

The figure hesitated for a moment, then slid into the bushes like a ghost and disappeared.

"You'd better go back to Hagrid's side," the centaur said.

"Thank you," Qiu Zhang said, still shaken. "Do you know what that is? It just... was drinking..."

"Yes, drinking unicorn blood," the young centaur said. "That is a very evil act, vicious, brutal. In order to prolong his life, he stops at nothing..."

"Books say unicorn blood carries a curse, making life worse than death..." Qiu Zhang said. "How could anyone drink such a thing?"

"That's right," the centaur said, "unicorn blood can prolong your life, even if you are dying, but it can only delay your life. Only someone who has nothing and wants everything will commit such a heinous crime."

"Perhaps he just wants to delay for a while through unicorn blood, so that he can drink another kind of thing... a kind of thing that makes people fully recover their energy and magic... a kind of thing that makes people immortal."

"You mean... Elixir of Life? Someone who has nothing and wants everything... who are you referring to?" Tom felt that the other party seemed to have something in his words.

"You should have heard that name. Besides him, who else has waited silently for so many years, longing for a comeback? Who else is holding onto life tightly, waiting for the opportunity?"

Tom was startled. In an instant, a thought flashed through his mind. "That person, you mean that's Voldemort?!"

If the guy just now was Voldemort, what about the notebook?

Two Voldemorts?

Which one is real?

Harry had said that someone was indeed eyeing the Sorcerer's Stone.

Tom had felt that although Harry guessed the result correctly, he guessed the process wrong. Because of prejudice, he always felt that Voldemort's subordinate was Snape, but in fact, that person should be himself.

Even sometimes Tom felt that the Gringotts robbery might have been done by himself before he lost his memory.

But if Harry's guess wasn't completely groundless? If he really never did the Gringotts robbery?

Then who robbed Gringotts? Besides himself, who else was eyeing the Sorcerer's Stone?

Does the notebook have other helpers?

Or, the notebook claims to be Voldemort, but is it really?

He had thought Voldemort became a notebook after being defeated by Harry.

Now it seems, it doesn't seem to be like this?

In an instant, Tom made a decision.

He had to go and ask that guy.

He handed the lantern to Qiu Zhang. "Qiu, fire the signal, let Hagrid come over."

After speaking, he looked at the centaur. "Can you protect her?"

"Boy, what are you going to do?"

Tom didn't answer. He rushed out directly. In his mind, there was still some strange induction, as if he knew which side the other party was going to escape to.

"Danger, boy!" The centaur wanted to block Tom's way, but the latter suddenly had a black smoke rising around his body, his body accelerated instantly, bypassed him, and soon drilled into the bushes, disappearing from sight.

Tom's speed was very fast.

The flight spell rewarded by the notebook had too high a requirement for the caster's magic level. It was very difficult for him to use it to truly fly, but if he used that black mist to support his body and make his body lighter, it could greatly speed up his running.

Tom crossed many bushes and roots, like a hound tracking prey, and the thing that guided his direction was the strange induction in his mind.

Soon, he felt he was approaching, and the other party seemed to have stopped.

When he rushed out from behind a big tree, suddenly a spell was fired from the opposite side, "Incarcerous!"

He slid to one side violently, and a rope tied the branches where he had originally been into a knot, tying them tightly.

"Wait a minute," Tom opened his mouth. "Are you Voldemort?"

The other party looked at him, and suddenly a voice came from behind the hood, "That magic... who taught it to you?"

"What?" Tom was a little confused.

"Flight spell," the figure made a hoarse and unpleasant sound. "That is a spell I invented. Who taught it to you?"

"So, you really are Voldemort," Tom said.

The flight spell was a spell he got from the notebook, and this spell he couldn't find any record of in the library, but in the records about Voldemort he found, it was mentioned that the other party could fly.

So the flight spell should be magic created by Voldemort himself.

The other party was silent for a while, not denying it. "Who are you, boy?"

"I... I might be Lucas Tom Brightson..." Tom said, taking out the notebook.

After Harry might have seen the notebook, Tom carried the notebook with him again.

"Do you recognize this?" he asked.

The figure was obviously startled. "Where did that diary come from?! Who are you?! Are you from the Malfoy family?"

Diary? Tom was now sure that the other party must have something to do with the diary.

"I might have another name," Tom said, his face bitter and strange. "You might also be very familiar with this name."

"My name is Tom, Tom Riddle's Tom."

(End of chapter)