The day after Ron was bitten by , his finger swelled to twice its inal size. Even though had tried to be gentle, dragoh were venomous, and Ron still fell victim to it.

  He tried to tough it out, but within half a day, Harry and Neville had to carry him to Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing.

  "He deserved it! Who told him to approaorbert using Hermione's name? Well done, !" Draco gleefully told Glenn about this i. Glenn remained ral - if Weasley did something he shouldn't have, he should be prepared to face the sequehere was nothing more to say about it.

  The dragon was growing incredibly fast. In just a few days, it had grown much taller than Glenn. It was time to move it to the cave Glenn had discovered in the Forbidden Forest.

  Hagrid seemed relut but wasn't too heartbroken. After all, it wasn't like he'd never see again. As the gamekeeper of the Forbidden Forest, he was happy enough that he could visit and py with from time to time.

  Glenn obviously couldn't personally guide Hagrid and o the location he'd mentioned - the little girl was still watg closely. So instead, he had Hagrid bring out a map of the Forbidden Forest and marked an area on it.

  "It should be somewhere in this region. Acc to Dumbledore, the cave is located at a higher elevation and should be quite noticeable," Glenn expihe location and surroundiures to Hagrid, making it possible for him to find the pce.

  "Alright then, I'll take here now. You two head back to Hogwarts, o wait for me," Hagrid waved to them, carrying a rge bundle of food and toys he'd prepared for . followed beside him and, notig Glenn and Hermione's gaze, fpped its wings as if saying goodbye.

  The two watched as Hagrid and 's figures disappeared into the Forbidden Forest. The little girl seemed somewhat downcast.

  "We'll see again, and maybe it even take us for a flight," Glenn soled Hermione, who simply nodded obediently without saying much.

  With goheir lives returo normal - though "normal" might not be the most appropriate word. The absence of g for and pying with left Hermione feeliy, but having Glenn by her side made it less difficult.

  Draco was the most affected. Among the three, he had been the most attached to . During their time together, he had developed a strong bond with the little dragon, and now that it was gone, he felt like part of his heart had left too.

  Worse still, he had no oo fort him. His two dim-witted followers only knew how to ugh stupidly a, which made him even more depressed.

  Seeing Hermio the Gryffindor table, smiling brilliantly like a flower with Glenn by her side, all traces of her previous gloom gone, Draco secretly wondered if he should try dating someooo.

  He scratched his head and decided against it. He still didn't uand this romance business, and besides, nothing was more fun than pig on Potter and Weasley.

  With no other choice, he buried himself in his food, eling his depression into appetite.

  After dinner and studying with the little girl in the library until curfew, Glenn escorted Hermione back to the Gryffindor on room before returning to his dormitory. Since Draew about Glenn's nighttime visits to the Forbidden Forest, he had his two follo to bed early and, having no training himself, went to sleep as well. This saved Goyle and Crabbe from Glenn's bination of Stupefy and Obliviate.

  After putting on and double-cheg his night patrol equipment, Glenn opehe dormitory door and headed for the Forbidden Forest.

  Tonight articurly dark, with heavy clouds blog out the earth below. The pure moonlight couldn't pee the cloud cover, making the already dark Forbidden Forest even more shrouded in an atmosphere of unknown terror.

  However, Glenn wasn't ed - he couldn't see anyway, and under his supersensory vision, nothing could hide.

  Following his pnned route and beginning his patrol slowly, Glenn cast all enha spells on himself. His figure moved as nimbly as a cat, gracefully and lightly traversiween the high branches of the trees.

  Listening in all dires with his supersenses w at full capacity, Glenn quickly analyzed and filtered useful information while moving silently. The burden wasn't heavy - he had long since grown aced to it all.

  In the Forbidden Forest, which seemed just like any other day, a sudden sound reached Glenn - one he had heard before but was somehow different now.

  The sound of a uni in flight.

  During his previous explorations of various species groups in the forest, Glenn had fortunately discovered a uni herd. He hadn't approached to disturb these pure magical creatures, merely quietly and sensing their behavior patterns, st the information in his mind. Now, this knowledge proved useful.

  The information Glenn was receiving about the fleeing uni was different from what he had collected before.

  The breathing sounds abeat were far beyond what Glenn had previously recorded, and he even caught the sound of blood dripping to the ground as the uni ran.

  He couldn't help but smile slightly - it seemed the person he had been waiting for finally couldn't resist the gradual decay of his life ford could no longer suppress his survival instincts, preparing to attack a uni again.

  Maintaining a safe distance, Glenn silently followed Quirrell's figure as he pursued the uni. He o wait for the right moment - an opportunity that would guarantee a hit.

  He would only get one ce; a mistake would waste all these nights of patrolling. Voldemort wouldn't be stupid enough to make the same mistake twice.

  Quirrell, who was hunting down the fleeing uni, was in terrible dition. His body had already ed too much life force due to Voldemort's possession, and the curse from the uni blood tio erode his body. Quirrell could feel his thoughts being increasingly sluggish, his joints less responsive - he feared it wouldn't be long before he became nothing more than a walking corpse.

  But having already boarded this ship of thieves and bound himself to Voldemort, he had no choice but to see it through to the end. He could only do his utmost to help Voldemort obtain the Philosopher's Stone and restruct his body, extending his life - only then could Quirrell survive.

  Fag the uni ahead, which was wounded in multiple pces but still able to flee quickly, he felt extremely unfortable. He couldn't use the Killing Curse, which would directly destroy the soul, as this would cause the life for the uni's blood to dissipate along with its destroyed soul. He could only use other spells to immobilize the uni and drink its fresh blood while it was still alive to obtain its life force.

  Gritting his teeth, he cast spell after spell at the uni ahead. Each hit caused the creature to cry out in pain and slow down siderably.

  Finally, one spell struck the uni's hind leg, causing it to fall to the ground.

  "Damn it, finally caught you! Why run so fast? I just want to drink your blood," Quirrell thought bitterly, his mind already deeply influenced by Voldemort.

  He ughed sinisterly and said sycophantically to the air, "Master, I have captured the uni for you. Please partake."

  His fader the hood began to twist, Quirrell's inal face slowly rotating to the back of his head, while the face that had been at the back of Quirrell's head gradually turo the front.

  It was Voldemort, parasitically attached to the back of Quirrell's head.

  His face was deathly pale, snake-like in appearahe nose in the ter of his face had disappeared, repced by two thin slits, and he had no lips, his mouth just another slit. His eyes... well, they were also slits.

  In total, five slits on his face.

  Quirrell's voice disappeared, repced by Voldemort's - hollow and hoarse.

  "Well done, my most valued servant. Once I obtain the Philosopher's Sto will be time for your recovery." After casually making this empty promise, Voldemort - no longer Quirrell - twisted his body to crawl on the ground, truly like a snake.

  The uni was about to die at Voldemort's hands.

  But Glenn didn't care about the uni's fate - its life or death meant nothing to him. Only when Voldemort pletely stopped in one position would it be time to unch his attack.

  Eight hundred meters away from Voldemort and the injured uni, Glenn leaned against a rge tree trunk, holding a sniper rifle longer and heavier than himself in his right hand.

  Glenn had spent nearly more than a month modifying this anti-materiel sniper on that he currently couldn't safely use, successfully bining firearms and magic through alchemy until the rifle's inal form was pletely unreizable.

  The bullet's propulsion relied not only ohrust produced by gunpowder bustion and explosion but also on alchemical arrays inscribed in the barrel carrying the cepts of "propulsion" and "explosion." The bullets themselves had been modified by Glenn using alchemy to expand upon tact with objects and create explosions, causing damage beyond mere physical peion aru, including magical peion and explosion.

  The cost of using this firearm with Glenn's current body was enormous, but Glenn was Glenn - he would use any means necessary to achieve his goals, especially when it came to ensuring Hermione's safe and undisturbed life at Hogwarts.

  Glenn had already experiehe heart-wreng pain of peaceful life suddenly beiroyed. He didn't want to feel that again.

  So, he would eliminate any potential causes of such events in advance.

  Activating a sileng charm, Glenn poured out the soil and other materials from his waist pack, transmuting them in mid-air using alchemy.

  And restrug them.

  A dim light fshed as the melted materials, uhe effect of alchemy, enveloped the right half of Glenn's upper body, f a half-exoskeleton armor that firmly braced against the tree trunk.

  Glenn's ade magical anti-materiel sniper on was held in his right hand, the stock pressed against his right shoulder, his left hand steadily gripping the handle.

  He removed the bck silk, activating his superseo their limit.

  Voldemort's crawling figure appeared in the scope's crosshairs. Information about the surrounding air humidity, wind speed, and other factors flowed into Glenn's mind through his supersenses, stantly eg and rebining.

  Glenn calcuted the optimal shooting trajectory.

  Everything was ready. Voldemort stopped moving, l his body, about to begin drinking the uni's blood.

  The prey had ehe trap.

  So...

  C the sniper rifle with a yer of sileng charms and casting a light-suppressing spell at the muzzle, Glenn's finger rested origger.

  The hunter was about to pull the trigger.

  ...The moment had e.

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