Chapter 31 Bargaining Chips
Snape raised his head, his sharp gaze falling on Harry.
His slightly hoarse, yet still indifferent voice, spoke again, addressing Harry: "Since I have received your apology, you may leave now."
His heart still refused to acknowledge any of this!
But a feeling, one that could not be refused, had arisen within him.
He clearly felt that this peculiar emotion had, surprisingly, blossomed from the depths of his heart.
Harry looked at Moon again.
Moon slowly nodded, signaling for him to leave first.
Harry understood Moon's meaning.
He turned around, and with some confusion, walked towards the door.
"You all leave! I need to be alone."
As Harry reached the door, Snape's hoarse voice came again.
The despondency in his tone made it hard to believe he was truly the arrogant Professor who constantly reprimanded students in class.
Beneath that intimidating voice, a deeper emotion seemed to be hidden.
After seeing Snape's weary expression, Harry's heart softened considerably.
He looked at Moon again, and after receiving confirmation, slowly closed the heavy wooden door.
All the disputes and unknowns were isolated within that quiet room.
As the door closed, only Moon and Snape remained in the office.
The air, at this moment, seemed to solidify, becoming increasingly suffocating.
Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere, under this calm, grew even more bizarre, as if something was brewing.
"Why aren't you leaving!"
When Moon turned to look at Snape, the Professor, who had been maintaining his composure, could no longer do so.
His eyes seemed filled with anxiety, as if enveloped by the true emotions he had suppressed for years.
His eyes held both doubt and vigilance, as well as a deep unease!
That complex expression seemed to want to tear apart the young man before him immediately.
Snape's demeanor when facing Harry and Moon was distinctly different.
When alone with Moon, his soul seemed to shed all its disguises, revealing his true thoughts and emotions.
At this moment, Snape was like a cornered beast, teetering on the brink of rage!
Moon knew that it was no longer appropriate to be polite.
"Professor Snape, could you cast a 'Muffliato' or a 'Disillusionment Charm' for us?"
His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather, instantly defusing the tense, saber-rattling atmosphere.
He also directly expressed his purpose: the upcoming conversation could not be heard by anyone!
This was a provocation!
He believed Snape would definitely take the bait.
Snape heard Moon's request, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes.
But he did nothing, merely raising his wand silently.
An invisible magical fluctuation enveloped the area where they stood, blocking all other sounds outside the magic.
And everything they said next would not be known by anyone else.
"I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer, Mr. White."
His cold tone contained a hint of fury.
Seeing his agreement, Moon wasted no more time.
"Then, excuse me."
He said calmly, picking up a slightly old, antique-style crystal bottle with dark green patterns from the table.
Under Snape's puzzled gaze, he smashed it fiercely onto the tabletop.
The crystal bottle instantly shattered into countless fragments, scattering across the floor, and the thick, dark green liquid spilled onto the table.
The broken crystal added a sense of disarray to the entire office, instantly capturing Snape's full attention.
"What are you doing?"
Snape furrowed his brows, just about to ask Moon what he intended to do, when he suddenly heard Moon's whisper.
"Time-Space Repair!" Moon's clear voice echoed in the Potion office, accompanied by a gentle wave of his wand.
He said nothing more, expressing his true intentions through action, allowing Snape to understand.
His modified "Repairing Charm" was never merely about repairing damage; it also involved controlling time.
The power emanating from his hand gently lifted the fragments of the bottle from the table, reassembling them.
All the broken crystals floated up in an incredible state and automatically pieced themselves into a complete whole.
Even the liquid scattered on the table returned to the bottle.
And in that instant of repair, the bottle's original, already detached patterns seemed to return to their brand-new state!
A magical energy fluctuation reorganized the inside of the bottle, making it look brand new.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.
Time was like a piece of playdough, completely at Moon's command.
He could freely manipulate the direction of time.
Through this action, he needed to show Snape the possibilities his power contained.
And this would be an important bargaining chip for his transaction with Snape!
Only by demonstrating his uniqueness would Snape have more expectations!
When Snape saw the completely renewed green-patterned crystal bottle, his previously rigid expression instantly became blank.
His eyes were fixed on the bottle, and he stood motionless, as if his soul had been drained.
All his initial composure and pretense were gone, as was his sharp gaze.
It was as if he had witnessed an impossible miracle.
Those eyes, once filled with sarcasm, now became incredibly fervent.
His heart was churning with immense turmoil.
Snape suddenly looked up, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Moon: "This, what in the world is this… What is going on!"
He could no longer maintain his outward indifference!
Moon looked at the agitated Snape and calmly said, "The power I wield is a type of magic based on time. You can call it — Time-Space Magic."
He pointed to the water bottle on the table and said in a tempting tone, "This is not simple repair magic! It is the reversal of time! You should also know that if this magic is truly cultivated to its extreme, it might even reverse the course of time!"
Every word he spoke seemed to be deeply etched into Snape's soul!
His previously lifeless heart also began to vibrate violently, as if summoning long-lost passion.
The intense desire that had been suppressed for years seemed on the verge of breaking free from its shackles.
His voice trembled slightly, filled with anticipation and excitement: "Time… reversal… could it really…"
He knew that his distant dream seemed to have come alive at this moment, his heart churning, and his once unwavering worldview was greatly impacted!
He murmured, his voice like a dream. "Could it really be… can I again…"
He quickly walked in front of Moon, his voice growing excited, his eyes shining as he said, "Tell me! Is this magicreal? Does it truly exist?"
His urgent tone carried a hint of anticipation.
His former pretense vanished without a trace at this moment.
Now he was like a child eager for candy, trying his best to show the side he hoped for.
Moon calmly met Snape's gaze.
He clearly captured the obsession that was now burning wildly in the depths of Snape's eyes.
"So, do you understand now? What my existence truly means?"
Snape's pupils narrowed intensely under extreme emotional agitation.
He used almost all his self-control not to loudly question his inner doubts in front of Moon.
At this moment, Snape also completely understood Moon's true reason for choosing to negotiate with him.
The entire purpose revolved around the power he himself possessed.
His voice held a hint of a plea as he whispered, "What do you want?"
He had also recognized his current predicament.
He could only force himself to humble his stance and propose a deal to the "devil" before him.
Even if the hope was minuscule, he wanted to grasp it!
Moon looked at Snape, who was caught in his obsession, and his smile faded.
"I want to learn 'Sectumsempra'! And 'Vulnera Sanentur' to rapidly heal injuries!"
"Good, I'll teach you!"
Snape seemed to have fallen into a state of frenzy, without thinking of anything else, he instinctively nodded in agreement.
His heart was completely occupied by the Time-Space Power Moon had displayed.
His former pride was utterly shattered at this moment!
He spoke these words almost unreservedly, like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline, looking at Moon with a longing gaze.
"What else do you want? As long as I can do it, I can help you achieve it!"
Chapter 32 The Beginning of the Contract
The air in Snape's office seemed to have been sucked out, the silence making one feel oppressed.
Only the faint scent of Potion subtly permeating the air reminded one that this was not a void.
Snape's deep, dark eyes were fixed on Moon, his gaze filled with yearning, shock, struggle, and a hint of barely concealed hope.
His chest rose and fell slightly, as if he was trying to calm the intense fluctuations within him; the emotions suppressed for many years seemed to erupt completely at this moment, preventing him from maintaining his usual calm and indifference.
All his disguises shattered completely before Moon's unimaginable power.
His slightly trembling hands were tightly clenched into fists, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms, as if he wanted to use this pain to keep himself clear-headed.
He had to calm himself down!
He had to confirm whether the young man in front of him could truly achieve all of this!
And what would he have to pay for it?
Moon calmly looked at Snape, who was emotional yet trying to remain composed.
There was no pity in his eyes, nor the slightest wavering.
It was a confidence born of having everything under control, and the assurance that came from a powerful grip on the future.
He knew that all of Snape's emotions at this moment stemmed from his obsession with Lily.
And what he had to do was use this obsession to draw Snape into the game he had set.
He put away the slightly playful smile on his face, his tone becoming calm and serious: "All you need to pay is to guide me in some Potion knowledge during your private free time while I am studying at Hogwarts in the future."
Moon's voice was clear and calm, speaking of something utterly ordinary.
But the condition he proposed, to Snape, sounded like an unbelievable promise.
Snape's body trembled slightly; he seemed unable to believe that what Moon needed was so simple.
He looked up and confirmed again with a trembling voice: "Just this? The abilities you have shown could get you much more! You could completely exploit my weakness and demand more from me!"
His face was filled with confusion; he couldn't believe that he would get a chance at "redemption" so easily.
Moon looked at Snape's questioning gaze, knowing that his internal defenses had not fully dropped.
He also understood that merely displaying power was not enough to completely gain Snape's trust.
He needed to give him a more explicit promise to make him completely let down his guard.
"And I, before graduation, will help you resurrect Mrs. Lily."
Moon repeated his previous promise, his voice clear and firm, every word seeming to possess the power to penetrate the soul, striking directly at the softest part of Snape's heart.
"Before graduation... less than six years..."
Snape's eyes were filled with shock, and his voice was somewhat distorted.
He couldn't believe that all of this could actually happen.
He suddenly looked up, staring at Moon with a questioning gaze, but deep down, a glimmer of hope began to rise.
It was as if a faint light had suddenly appeared in the abyss of despair; all of his being would be revitalized by this light.
Moon looked at Snape's incredulous expression, his lips curving slightly into a meaningful smile.
He had long anticipated Snape's reaction.
He knew that in Snape's perception, the passage of time was irreversible, and the cessation of life could not be changed.
The power he displayed had completely exceeded Snape's understanding.
He needed to use a more direct approach to break through Snape's despair-laden heart.
"In your opinion, six years is a long time and seems impossible to achieve. But for me, six years is enough time for me to master more, even stronger powers! If by then I still can't resurrect Mrs. Lily, I might as well smash my head in and atone for my incompetence!"
Moon's tone was very calm, but his words were full of confidence, as if he was speaking of an inevitable future.
He needed to make Snape understand that he was not joking.
Everything he said would soon become reality.
He possessed the power to change everything and the determination to support him in accomplishing it all!
Snape's breathing began to quicken as he scrutinized Moonagain.
He couldn't see through Moon's mind, nor could he comprehend the power Moon possessed, but he could clearly feel Moon's strong confidence; he seemed genuinely capable of doing everything he said.
At this moment, his heart was filled with longing and unease.
He knew he had no choice but to believe!
He had to seize this last opportunity!
He suppressed his inner excitement, and the calmness of old returned to his eyes.
He asked again in a low voice: "Mr. White, if all of this is true, how can I trust you? Are you not afraid that I will use Imperius Curse to control you and make you my puppet?"
His words were still full of probing; he couldn't fully trust the young man in front of him, after all, the power Moondisplayed had exceeded his comprehension.
Moon heard Snape's question.
He smiled slightly, his eyes filled with a sharp glint.
He had anticipated Snape would throw out this question, and it was all part of his plan!
He wanted Snape to completely let down his guard and also to understand the power he possessed.
"I told you, I can see some of the future." His voice was calm and confident, his tone filled with an undeniable power.
He did not directly answer Snape's question, but instead used his ability to hint again at his control over the future, creating a sense of unconquerable powerlessness deep within Snape.
Snape's body trembled violently, his eyes filled with shock and horror, as he recalled the humiliation he had once suffered under Voldemort.
That feeling of being completely controlled filled him with deep fear.
He knew the power of Imperius Curse, and he also knew its side effects.
If Moon truly had the ability to see the future, then he could fully anticipate what Snape would do.
If so, what could Snape use to threaten him?
Moon watched him calmly; he knew that Snape had completely fallen into the trap he had set.
Chapter 33 Malfoy's Revenge
The corridors of Hogwarts, under the afternoon sun, appeared somewhat dim and long.
The ancient oil paintings hanging on the walls seemed to have lost their former vitality.
The figures in the paintings also quieted down.
Only an occasional faint whisper could be heard.
Draco Malfoy, with his characteristic arrogant expression, was striding briskly through the corridor.
Behind him,
two mountain-like figures followed closely.
Those were his two loyal cronies—Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.
"What you just said, is it true?" Malfoy stopped, turning to look at the short, stout Crabbe behind him.
His lips curved slightly upwards, as if suppressing inner excitement, and his gray eyes sparkled with an undisguised thrill.
"Yes, Draco." Crabbe nodded earnestly.
He scratched his greasy scalp and said in a muffled voice:
"I just saw Harry Potter and Moon White go into Professor Snape's office together. After a long time, Harry Pottercame out alone, but Moon White was left inside."
His words carried a hint of uncertainty; he didn't seem to fully understand what he had seen.
"Are you sure? Did you really see clearly? Was Moon White really left inside?!"
Malfoy seemed a bit impatient, his voice rising slightly, filled with unconcealed excitement.
"Yes, Draco, I saw it very clearly, I swear! I definitely didn't see wrong, I saw Harry Potter come out of Professor Snape's office alone! And Moon White was left inside."
Crabbe emphasized what he had seen again.
"Excellent!"
Malfoy excitedly punched the air, a twisted smile appearing on his face, finally getting the chance for revenge.
His gray eyes were also filled with triumphant gleam.
"I knew they would anger Professor Snape! Especially that Moon! Does he think he's so great? How dare he slap me on the first day of school! I will never let him off!"
His tone was extremely acerbic, full of resentment towards Moon, as if he couldn't wait to get his revenge.
Goyle, listening to Malfoy's monologue,
wore a bewildered expression.
He looked at Malfoy with a blank stare and asked, slightly confused: "Why is that good? Draco, why are you so happy? Did Professor Snape praise them?"
When Malfoy heard Goyle's words,
the smile on his face instantly froze.
He widened his eyes, looking at Goyle with a look of exasperation, poked Goyle's head fiercely with his finger, and said angrily:
"You idiot! Can't you use your brain? They must have caused trouble to be called into Professor Snape's office! Moon White being left behind definitely means he's being punished!"
His tone was full of contempt for Goyle; he didn't even bother to explain much to Goyle, because he knew that Goyle's brain would never understand anything he thought.
Crabbe, listening to Malfoy's analysis,
nodded thoughtfully, a look of sudden realization dawning on his face.
He echoed, "That's right! It must be! Moon White must have angered Professor Snape, which is why he was left behind to be punished!"
He also seemed to think he had discovered the truth, and a hint of triumph flashed in his eyes.
Goyle, listening to their analysis,
also nodded blankly.
Although he didn't fully understand, he felt that Malfoyand Crabbe made a lot of sense,
and seemed to understand what to do next.
"It must be! That Moon White is definitely going to have a terrible time this time!" he mumbled in agreement.
Malfoy saw that both of his cronies agreed with him, and a triumphant smile reappeared on his face.
He began to plot how to use this opportunity to thoroughly humiliate Moon.
He wanted Moon to kneel before him, begging for his forgiveness.
He wanted Moon to understand that the power he possessed was nothing in front of a true pure-blood Wizard!
His heart was filled with twisted pleasure.
"Let's go! We'll ambush him at Professor Snape's office door! This time, we'll make him pay!"
Malfoy waved his arm,
impatiently heading towards Snape's office.
A sinister smile curled his lips, as if he could already see Moon crushed beneath his feet.
Crabbe and Goyle followed closely, their faces also showing excited smiles.
They imagined the scene of Moon being thoroughly humiliated by them.
Their hearts were also filled with dark anticipation.
The three of them, like three beasts waiting for an opportunity, quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Their figures cast twisted shadows on the walls, seemingly foretelling the coming storm.
As soon as Moon stepped out of Snape's office, he saw Malfoy, accompanied by his two bear-like cronies, aggressively blocking his path.
Malfoy's face bore a sinister smile, and he spoke to Moonwith a mocking tone:
"Well, well, isn't it our great Savior Moon White? How did you come out of Professor Snape's office? Were you punished? Or did Professor Snape give you special guidance?"
His tone was full of provocation and mockery.
His heart was filled with excitement and anticipation; he couldn't wait to see Moon's terrified expression.
Moon looked at Malfoy before him, his face calm as still water, his eyes showing no panic, but rather a hint of helplessness.
He knew that Malfoy would definitely come looking for trouble.
He also understood that Malfoy's heart was not as evil as he appeared.
He was just a child constrained by family ideology, yet eager for others' approval.
He needed someone to guide him, to make him understand that human interaction is equal, not divided by bloodline and family background.
He ignored Malfoy's taunts, only pondering to himself how to use this opportunity to reshape Malfoy's inner self, after all, a young tree needs pruning to grow straight.
"What a troublesome fellow!" Moon sighed softly.
Perhaps it was time to teach this pampered child a good lesson.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards, revealing a playful smile, and a subtle glint flickered in his eyes.
Chapter 34: Shadowless Divine Edge
"It seems you're not quite aware of your current situation," Moon said, a slight, mocking smile playing on his lips as he looked at Malfoy.
His tone was calm yet full of pressure.
"I'm in a good mood right now, so if you leave, you still have time."
There was a hint of warning in his voice; he didn't want to waste time on these meaningless squabbles.
He just wanted to get back to the common room quickly and get some good rest!
But if the other party insisted on causing trouble, he wouldn't hold back.
When Malfoy heard Moon's words, he reacted as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world.
His face instantly filled with mockery and disdain, and he burst into unrestrained laughter:
"Hahahahaha! Crabbe! Goyle! Did you hear that? He said he's in a good mood right now?!"
He turned to his two cronies behind him, his tone full of teasing and playfulness, seemingly mocking Moon for not understanding the situation.
Crabbe and Goyle also laughed along with Malfoy.
Their laughter was deep and rough, echoing through the empty corridor, full of disdain and mockery towards Moon.
"A Mudblood is a Mudblood! Still happy after being punished!"
Malfoy cursed in an even more vicious tone, his lips twitching slightly, his eyes filled with violence and contempt, as if he wanted to use these words to prove the purity of his bloodline.
Malfoy waved his hand; his patience had completely run out.
He was eager to see Moon kneeling and begging for mercy before him; he could no longer wait.
Malfoy was the first to raise his wand.
Crabbe and Goyle followed closely behind.
The tips of their three wands simultaneously lit up with a dazzling red light.
Three Stunning Spells, like three venomous snakes, shot directly towards Moon.
They wanted to knock Moon to the ground as quickly as possible, then thoroughly humiliate him and vent all their inner dissatisfaction.
However, the moment they launched their attack, Moon's figure vanished like a phantom before their eyes.
Their three spells arced through the air, landing where Moon had originally stood, shattering the flagstones and sending up tiny splinters of rock, but not even touching the hem of Moon's robes.
"What?!"
Malfoy exclaimed, his eyes wide as he stared at the empty corridor, unable to believe what he was seeing.
His face was filled with shock and disbelief; he had never expected Moon to evade their attack so easily.
Crabbe and Goyle were equally shocked by the scene before them.
Their bodies trembled violently, and the hands holding their wands began to shake slightly.
For the first time, a deep fear of Moon arose in their hearts.
Just as the three of them were still in shock, Moon's figure reappeared before them.
His steps were calm and elegant, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.
His figure constantly shifted between solid and ethereal, like a ghost, making him elusive.
Like a ghost, he slowly walked around them, his steps light and silent, his figure constantly changing between solid and ethereal.
That eerie way of moving instantly filled Malfoy and his two companions with fear.
They couldn't even clearly see Moon's movements, only his figure flashing around them like a specter.
"This, this..."
Malfoy's face instantly turned pale, his body began to tremble slightly, and for the first time, he felt the taste of fear.
Crabbe and Goyle were even more terrified by the scene, their legs turning to jelly.
They kept backing away, trying to get away from Moon, their bodies also trembling slightly from fear.
"Well? Do you want to continue?"
Moon's voice was like a whisper from hell, calm yet filled with a chilling deterrent.
He knew he had to use absolute power to shatter their self-righteous pride to make them fully understand the gap between them and him.
Malfoy and his two companions finally had their psychological defenses completely broken by Moon's Invisibility Charm.
They could no longer maintain their previous arrogance; their faces were etched with fear, and their eyes were filled with terror and unease.
Moon looked at the three disheveled figures and slowly raised his wand.
The tip of his wand emitted a faint silver light, a light like a blade from the depths of the void, containing the power to cut through everything.
He softly chanted a spell, his voice deep and cold, like a demonic sound from the netherworld, making everyone shiver with dread.
"Sectumsempra!"
As Moon whispered, cracks like shattered mirrors suddenly appeared in the space where the three stood.
These cracks spread like a spiderweb, instantly covering their entire bodies, and in the next moment, their clothes, as if cut by the sharpest blade, instantly turned into countless fragments, scattering in the air, and their bodies were completely exposed to the air.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, as if losing their souls, knelt blankly on the ground.
Their naked bodies shivered in the cold air, their faces filled with fear and despair, and their eyes with disbelief, completely unaware of what had just happened or why they had ended up in this state.
"No, don't kill me! I don't want to die!" Malfoy stammered, his voice filled with fear.
He had completely lost his previous arrogance; he just wanted to live.
Crabbe and Goyle also started wailing, kneeling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, begging Moon for forgiveness.
They finally understood that they were not facing an ordinary student, but a devil they could never defeat.
Moon looked at the three pathetic figures with disinterest.
The way these three behaved made him completely lose interest in further teaching them a lesson.
He waved his wand again, using the Levitation Charm to throw them like trash against the corridor wall.
Their bodies collided violently with the wall, causing cracks in the wall from the impact.
The three of them collapsed directly to the ground, their bodies twitching, but daring not to make another sound.
Moon looked at the three feigning death on the ground, and said in a calm yet cold voice:
"From now on, if you dare to bother me again, I promise you will face more than just streaking."
His voice was soft, yet filled with an undeniable deterrent.
With that, Moon didn't spare them another glance, turned, and walked into the Gryffindor common room.
His figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving only a faint sense of fear and despair lingering in the air.
Chapter 35: Naked
Moon was a bit surprised as he stepped into the Gryffindorcommon room.
The common room, which was usually quiet,
was now like a noisy marketplace.
Students gathered in groups of three to five,
their faces filled with excited and curious smiles.
Their voices rose and fell, almost completely overturning the once-quiet common room.
He even saw that Hermione, usually so quiet,
was discussing something with a few older female students, a hint of curiosity and a smile on her face.
She seemed very interested in what had happened today.
"What are you all talking about? It's so lively?" Moonwalked into the crowd and asked curiously.
When Hermione saw Moon appear,
a look of surprise crossed her face.
She quickly pulled Moon,
dragging him to the center of the crowd.
Her voice was full of excitement: "You're finally back! Do you know? Something incredible just happened!" As she spoke, a gossipy smile appeared on her face.
"What happened?"
Moon asked calmly, pretending not to know.
He knew very well what had happened; after all, he had caused it all.
"Someone just found Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle all lying naked in the corridor!"
Hermione whispered in a mysterious tone, her eyes full of curiosity.
"And their clothes were all torn into strips, scattered around. It's absolutely unbelievable!"
"Yeah! I heard about it too!" a classmate chimed in, his voice filled with excitement and agitation.
"I heard that all three of them looked like they had been completely crushed, with nothing left on their bodies. It's simply too embarrassing!"
"I think they must have been playing some kind of performance art! Deliberately stripping naked to attract attention!"
Another classmate said, a mocking smile on his face, his tone full of disdain for Malfoy and the other two.
"No, no, no, I think they must have been attacked by Werewolves! You should know that Werewolves like to tear their prey with sharp claws; that's how they hunt." Another classmate retorted.
His face was a bit pale, as if he had thought of some terrible scene, his voice full of fear and unease.
"Oh, stop guessing, all of you! I think they must have provoked someone they shouldn't have! You know, that Malfoy fellow is usually so arrogant and domineering, who knows what powerful character he might have offended!"
An older classmate said with a hint of schadenfreude, a gloating smile on his face.
"Hmm, I think so too. I heard all three of them are still in the Hospital Wing!"
Moon listened to the discussions of his classmates, pretending not to know anything.
However, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
The "lesson" he had given Malfoy and his companions had achieved the desired effect.
He wanted Malfoy to understand that casually provoking others comes at a price.
He gently patted Hermione's shoulder, interrupting her discussion.
"Alright, Hermione, don't listen to their wild guesses. Those three pretty much got what they deserved!" he said casually, changing the subject.
Hermione seemed to realize she had been a bit gossipy,
and quickly put away her smile, then said seriously: "Moon, you're right, I should focus on my studies! After all, there's so much more magic knowledge waiting for me to explore!"
She nodded, picked up her book again, and re-immersed herself in the ocean of knowledge.
While the students were still buzzing about the "streaking incident" in the corridor,
Professor Snape walked into the Hospital Wing with the three Malfoy boys, who were looking furious.
Malfoy and the other two kept their heads down, trying their best to hide their shame and embarrassment.
Madam Pomfrey, seeing Professor Snape enter with three "disheveled" students,
also showed a surprised expression. She carefully examined their injuries, and her brows furrowed slightly.
Their bodies had not sustained any substantial harm, but their mental state was exceptionally poor; they seemed to have suffered a great fright.
She quickly treated their wounds and prepared some calming Potions for them.
After confirming that they were fine, she left, still puzzled.
In the room,
only Snape and the three Malfoy boys remained.
The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.
Snape's face was as dark as the sky before a storm,
his eyes filled with fury.
His gaze swept back and forth over the three Malfoy boys, as if he wanted to devour them whole.
Malfoy, seeing Snape's terrifying expression,
began to tremble slightly. He knew he had truly angered Snape this time.
He lowered his head, not daring to meet Snape's eyes, his heart filled with regret and fear.
"Professor... I..." Malfoy stammered, trying to explain, but found he didn't know what to say.
"What exactly happened!"
Snape finally spoke, his voice hoarse and cold, like a whisper from hell.
"Who did you provoke! To end up like this!" His tone was full of anger and disappointment; he seemed disappointed by the three Malfoy boys' incompetence.
"Professor... we, we don't know!" Malfoy's body trembled even more violently, his voice tearful.
His heart was filled with fear, knowing that if he couldn't explain himself this time, he would face an even more terrible punishment.
"We just wanted to go to Snape's office to find Moon! And then, and then... we don't know anything!" His voice grew softer and softer, as if he realized he had said something wrong.
Crabbe and Goyle quickly chimed in: "Yes, Professor, we don't know anything! We didn't even see how he attacked!"
They also spoke in fearful tones, their bodies shaking uncontrollably, clearly not yet fully recovered from their previous fright.
"He... he's not human at all! He must be a demon! He can disappear and reappear instantly, and he used some kind of magic to make all our clothes vanish!"
Malfoy said tearfully, trying hard to express that he wasn't incompetent, and also wanting to fully pour out his fear.
Snape's brows furrowed tightly when he heard it was Moon.
"Professor, you must help us get revenge! We absolutely cannot let that guy off!"
Malfoy didn't notice the change in Snape's expression, and anger and resentment reappeared on his face.
He tightly gripped Snape's robe, his voice becoming frantic.
"I'm going to make my father send him to Azkaban! He must pay the price!" His eyes were filled with malice, as if he wanted to utterly destroy Moon.
Snape abruptly shook off Malfoy's hand.
His eyes were filled with disgust and coldness.
"Draco! I want you to remember, from now on, you are not allowed to cause Moon White any more trouble! Any! Otherwise, not even Lucius will be able to save you!"
His voice was cold and merciless, like a judgment from hell.
Malfoy's body stiffened at Snape's words, his face filled with disbelief.
He widened his eyes, looking at Professor Snape, who had always shown him such favoritism. His heart was filled with shock and confusion.
He couldn't believe that Professor Snape, who had always protected him, would say such words.
His pride, which he had always believed in so deeply, seemed to completely shatter at this moment.
"Professor... you... what are you saying?"
Malfoy's voice trembled, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.
He seemed unable to accept this fact; his'specialness', which he had always been so proud of, had completely turned into a joke at this moment.
He couldn't accept this fact.
Crabbe and Goyle were equally shocked by Snape's words.
They stared blankly at Snape,
their hearts also filled with confusion and fear. They, too, seemed unable to understand why Professor Snape would protect Moon White so much.
Did that guy really possess such powerful magic?
Snape no longer paid attention to their shock. He turned and left the Hospital Wing, his figure gradually disappearing down the corridor.
Only the three Malfoy boys remained, sitting there bewildered and at a loss.
Their hearts, which had been filled with resentment, seemed to be completely consumed by fear at this moment.
Chapter 36 God's Realm
In the corridors of Hogwarts, the hushed conversations of students still echoed, seemingly filled with curiosity about the "streaking incident" that had occurred there.
Exaggerated descriptions and various speculations spread continuously throughout the campus.
At the other end of the corridor, Professor McGonagall was walking quickly towards the Charms class classroom, carrying a bag of tattered cloth strips.
Her serious face was tightly furrowed, and her steps were unusually hurried, as if she was worried about something.
The cloth strips in her hand were what Filch had collected while cleaning the corridor.
Those broken strips seemed to be caused by some kind of magic, and the strangeness of this magic even exceeded her understanding.
She knew that the broken cloth was not ordinary damage; she had just tried Repairing Charm, but it had no effect.
This left her very puzzled.
She even wondered if the fabric had been torn by some magical creature.
After all, she had not witnessed what happened with her own eyes.
Deep down, she also felt a faint unease.
Arriving at the door of the Charms class classroom, she could hear the sounds of students practicing magic inside.
She gently knocked on the door, signaling for the Professor inside to come out for a moment.
The sounds inside the classroom ceased abruptly.
Professor Flitwick, with a puzzled expression, walked out of the classroom.
His short stature appeared even smaller in front of Professor McGonagall.
His face was also filled with confusion at Professor McGonagall's sudden arrival.
"Minerva, has something happened? I still have an important lesson to teach today!"
Professor Flitwick pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose; his tone carried a hint of confusion and a hint of dissatisfaction.
After all, Professor McGonagall's sudden visit had interrupted his original lesson.
"Sorry to interrupt your class, Flitwick."
Professor McGonagall's tone remained serious as she handed the cloth bag in her hand to Professor Flitwick.
"I have something here that I need your help to look at."
She knew that her request this time was a bit abrupt, but she indeed needed Flitwick's help.
Professor Flitwick raised an eyebrow, took the cloth bag from Professor McGonagall's hand.
He opened the bag and took out a piece of school uniform fabric that had turned into shredded strips, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.
He carefully observed the edges of the fabric, trying to find some useful information from the subtle details.
He raised his wand and gently waved it at the tattered cloth.
A faint light shot from the tip of his wand, and he chanted a Repairing Charm: "Repairing Charm!"
However, the cloth fragments did not reassemble as he had expected.
It remained in its broken state, without the slightest change, as if his magic had completely lost its effect.
Professor Flitwick's expression changed slightly; he raised his wand again, and increased his magical power.
He chanted again: "Repairing Charm!"
The result was still the same as before.
The cloth fragments still showed no reaction, as if a stone had sunk into the sea; his magic did not cause the slightest ripple.
Professor Flitwick's eyes widened instantly.
His face was filled with disbelief.
He frowned tightly and once again carefully examined the fabric fragments.
Deep down, he began to feel a hint of unease; he could sense that what he was facing was not simple magical destruction.
He seemed to have touched some kind of forbidden power.
He could clearly feel that his magic, when trying to repair these cloth strips, was completely absorbed, but he received no response.
This shocked him immensely, because even powerful magical resistance would create a certain magical confrontation with Repairing Charm.
The current situation, however, completely exceeded his understanding.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
He placed the cloth strips on the table and began to analyze them carefully.
"This... how is this possible?"
Professor Flitwick's face was filled with shock, and his voice became a little shaky.
He looked up at Professor McGonagall, his voice tinged with disbelief:
"This is definitely not damage caused by an ordinary spell; these fabrics seem to have been torn apart by some special power. And my Repairing Charm simply cannot produce any effect."
"Not even a trace of magical fluctuation," he added.
Professor McGonagall's heart sank when she saw Professor Flitwick's reaction.
She knew that this matter was probably even more complex than she had imagined.
She could feel that Professor Flitwick's shock was not feigned, but came from deep within him.
"Then what kind of magic do you think could cause such strange destruction?"
Professor McGonagall stared intently at Professor Flitwick; her tone was very serious.
She needed an accurate answer.
Professor Flitwick pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
He picked up the cloth fragments again, observing them carefully, his face filled with solemnity.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it; only one possibility could cause this effect."
His voice was low, but it carried an unspeakable fear.
"That is... Time-Space Magic!"
"Time-Space Magic?"
When Professor McGonagall heard Professor Flitwickutter these four words, her pupils constricted sharply, and her face turned pale.
She knew what "Time-Space Magic" represented!
That was the most mysterious and powerful force in the Wizarding World!
It was also a power that almost no one could control.
She confirmed again: "Are you sure it's Time-Space Magic, Flitwick!"
Her tone became even more serious; she knew that the gravity of this matter had exceeded her control.
Professor Flitwick pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his eyes becoming exceptionally solemn.
He nodded heavily and said with a very certain tone: "I can confirm it! Only Time-Space Magic can produce this effect; normal magic simply cannot achieve such a complete erasure!"
"You should also know the characteristics of Time-Space Magic! Its power cannot be perceived at all; it can only be detected through magical inspection tools that also possess 'Time-Space power.'"
Professor McGonagall's face grew even paler.
She had to inform Dumbledore of this matter as soon as possible; only he could handle this unknown threat.
She took a deep breath, barely suppressing the unease in her heart, and said to Professor Flitwick: "I understand; I'm afraid this matter will have to wait until Headmaster Dumbledore returns before it can be dealt with."
Her tone was filled with helplessness and worry for the future.
Professor Flitwick also frowned, looking at the broken cloth strips in his hand, his eyes filled with worry.
He nodded, also with a hint of helplessness: "I'm afraid so; this is beyond our scope to handle; we need Professor Dumbledore."
As Professor McGonagall turned to leave, she seemed to remember something, stopped, and looked at Professor Flitwick again, her tone carrying a hint of uncertainty: "Flitwick, do you think it's possible for a Wizard to possess Time-Space Magic himself?"
Professor Flitwick fell into contemplation when he heard Professor McGonagall's question, as if recalling something.
After a long time, he slowly raised his head and answered with a decisive tone:
"Absolutely impossible!"
"Mortals cannot control the power of time; that is the realm of the gods. Anyone who tries to touch time will pay a heavy price! It is absolutely impossible for anyone to truly master the mysteries of time!"
He used a firm tone to cut off Professor McGonagall's unrealistic fantasy.
Professor McGonagall said nothing more.
She silently left the Charms classroom.
She knew that what awaited them next would be an even greater storm, and all they could do was wait, wait for the man who could control everything to return to Hogwarts!
Meanwhile, Moon, the instigator of all this, was resting in bed.
High-intensity practice of two advanced magic spells was simply too tiring for him as a first-year student!
Chapter 37: Heading to the Forbidden Forest
Moon pushed open the door to the Gryffindor common room.
In the empty room, only the fireplace's flames still flickered slightly, casting the entire space in alternating light and shadow.
He had originally thought that Harry and Ron should be waiting for him in their usual spot, as they had agreed to play Wizard chess together that evening.
And Hermione should also be in the common room, continuing to study the books she considered incredibly important.
However, they were all absent now.
Only Neville Longbottom sat alone on a small sofa by the fireplace, his brow furrowed.
He clutched a Potions textbook tightly in his hand, seemingly troubled by some difficult problem.
Moon's heart sank slightly; things might not be as simple as he had imagined.
He quickly walked over to Neville and asked softly, "Neville, why are you here alone? Where are Harry and Ron?"
Neville looked up sharply when he heard Moon's voice.
His face was filled with worry and unease, and he replied with a trembling voice, "Moon, you're back. They… they went to Hagrid's hut, and they haven't returned yet."
His tone was full of anxiety; he seemed to have a premonition that something bad was about to happen.
"Hagrid? Why did they go to Hagrid's again? What did they go to do?"
Moon frowned, an ominous feeling rising within him.
He vaguely guessed the purpose of their visit to Hagrid's hut, but he still wanted to confirm it.
"They… they seem to have, they seem to have heard that Hagrid has a baby dragon about to hatch, so…"
Neville's voice trailed off, and his face grew even paler.
He knew that students were forbidden from being out at night, and Harry and the others had clearly violated school rules.
"Moon, do you think they'll lose points? Gryffindor doesn't have many points left!" Neville's voice was full of worry; Gryffindor's score was already behind the other three houses.
Moon looked at the kind and timid boy in front of him, and gently patted his shoulder, trying to soothe his uneasy heart.
"Don't worry, Neville, it'll be fine. Gryffindor!" Moon offered a gentle smile.
Neville paused slightly after hearing the words "Gryffindor."
He didn't seem to understand the meaning of Moon's words, blinking blankly.
He still looked worried, seemingly not getting any comfort from Moon's words, nor could he understand why the four words "Gryffindor" were so special.
But he still chose to believe Moon.
After all, Moon was very excellent and had always been able to handle everything well.
Moon smiled slightly at Neville's puzzled expression and didn't offer much explanation.
There was no way to explain this to Neville, and he had more important things to do.
Harry and the others went to Hagrid's and hadn't returned.
He feared they had already been discovered and would have to accompany Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest.
He also didn't know if Malfoy had informed on them, but he didn't have time to dwell on such minor matters.
After all, according to the original plot, the current Voldemort was in a very weak state.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been easily driven away by the Centaur Firenze.
The effect of Sectumsempra flashed through his mind.
Thinking of this powerful, silent spell, he felt the confidence to face Voldemort.
However, he needed Snape's help, some Potion assistance!
Moon immediately turned and left the common room.
He needed to return to Snape's office and retrieve the Potion that could quickly boost his strength.
Arriving at Professor Snape's office door again, he knocked gently.
This time, his knock was even lighter and more polite than before.
"Why are you back again?"
Professor Snape's voice was still cold, with a hint of impatience.
He seemed very puzzled by Moon's return, vaguely suspecting it wouldn't be for anything good.
Moon pushed the door open, his gaze immediately fixed on Professor Snape.
Without any pleasantries, he went straight to the point: "Professor Snape, I want to ask you, do you currently have any Potions that can quickly restore magic?"
Such a Potion could allow him to better cope with emergencies.
Professor Snape's brows furrowed slightly when he heard Moon's question, and his expression became somewhat gloomy.
He seemed displeased by Moon's directness, and he also seemed to realize that Moon's purpose was not for studying magic.
But he didn't ask any more questions.
Since he had already agreed to Moon's request, he would fulfill everything he had promised.
He sighed softly and pulled out a translucent glass bottle from the cabinet behind him.
Inside the glass bottle was a liquid emitting a faint fluorescent glow.
He handed the bottle to Moon and said in his hoarse voice, "This is the half-bottle of 'magic Replenisher' I have left. It will allow you to maintain your magic at its peak for five minutes. However, after five minutes, you will enter a period of exhaustion. You need to use it cautiously."
His tone was as calm as water, as if he were recounting an insignificant matter.
Moon cautiously took the Potion.
He knew the value of this "magic Replenisher."
It could not only quickly restore magic but also allow the user to unleash even greater power in a short period.
This strategic Potion was worth two hundred thousand a bottle on the market, and it was priceless!
It was one of the items he needed most right now.
He carefully placed the Potion into his "Extendable Pocket," preparing for his upcoming actions.
"Thank you, Professor Snape."
Moon expressed his sincere gratitude.
From Professor Snape's calm tone, he felt the concern hidden deep within him.
"Also, I also need a bottle of Felix Felicis," Moon added, wanting to be fully prepared for his next move.
After all, the enemy he faced was not an ordinary Wizard; he needed to rely on all available power to ensure his safety.
Professor Snape said nothing more.
He turned again and took out a bottle of golden Potionfrom the cabinet, handing it to Moon.
His tone was still calm but carried a hint of complex emotion: "Take it. If you can truly do everything you say, then consider it a small help from me."
His words seemed to contain both anticipation for the future and an indescribable worry.
Moon also put the Felix Felicis into his pocket.
He knew that Professor Snape had begun to trust him and had started to place his hopes in him.
He nodded slightly to Professor Snape, then turned and left the office.
He needed to utilize these precious resources to arm himself so he could better face the upcoming dangers.
Moon walked out of the office.
After confirming that Professor Snape wouldn't follow him, he immediately cast the Invisibility Charm.
His figure instantly vanished into the dark corridor.
He needed to get to Hagrid's hut as quickly as possible to catch up with Harry and the others.
Chapter 38: Weak Quirrell
Deep within the Forbidden Forest,
ancient trees blocked out the sun,
their dense branches obscuring most of the moonlight,
leaving this area perpetually dark and damp.
The decaying fallen leaves emitted a musty odor,
the air was filled with a faint fishy smell and unsettling whispers,
making it a haven for various mysterious creatures, full of the unknown and danger.
Quirrell stumbled through the trees,
his wide black robes
torn and tattered by branches.
His breathing was ragged, and sweat soaked his clothes.
His face was filled with fear and unease.
His already cloudy eyes
were now bloodshot,
and his pale face was etched with unspeakable pain.
A sharp pain pulsed from the back of his head,
like countless needles constantly pricking his nerves.
It was the person parasitic on the back of his head,
expressing his displeasure and anger in his unique way.
"Idiot! You can't even catch a tiny Unicorn! You truly disappoint me!"
A hoarse and cold voice echoed in Quirrell's mind.
The voice carried a chilling pressure,
as if a demon from the depths of hell was mercilessly mocking him.
Quirrell's body trembled violently,
and he quickly stopped.
His trembling hands clutched the front of his robes,
trying to calm his inner fear.
He could clearly feel
that powerful force raging within him,
seemingly wanting to completely devour his weak consciousness.
"Yes, yes! Master, I will catch it! I'll go catch it now!" Quirrellresponded with a trembling voice,
his tone filled with fear and submission. He had long grown accustomed to Voldemort's scolding, even considering him a part of himself.
His heart had long lost its former pride and dignity;
he was now merely a puppet of Voldemort, a doll controlled by him.
His body had been forcibly taken over by Voldemort, who controlled part of it,
and his magic was constantly being devoured by Voldemort.
All he could do now
was obey Voldemort's commands
and complete the tasks he assigned.
Quirrell's heart was filled with regret and despair.
He recalled his greed and longing when he first accepted Voldemort's power,
willing to sell his soul for greater power,
making himself a puppet of a demon.
Now, however, he was being consumed by this power, completely losing his freedom.
He even felt that he was worse off than before,
than his cowardly and weak former self!
At least his former self still had freedom.
But he quickly cast these thoughts aside.
He had to obey Voldemort's commands.
He did not want to endure that agony worse than death again,
nor did he want to experience that terrifying feeling of being completely controlled again.
He had to catch that Unicorn as soon as possible!
He needed the Unicorn's blood to earn Voldemort's brief mercy.
He resumed his pace, heading deeper into the Forbidden Forest.
His figure,
in the dark woods,
appeared increasingly lonely and desperate.
Just as Quirrell was desperately searching in the Forbidden Forest, Moon had already arrived near Hagrid's hut.
He could see
that the door to Hagrid's hut was shut,
and some messy footprints were scattered outside,
indicating that Harry and his companions had already entered the Forbidden Forest.
Moon knew he was a step too late.
He had no time to blame himself for not noticing sooner.
The most important thing now
was to quickly catch up with Harry and his companions, ensure he found the weakened Quirrell,
and complete the system's task as soon as possible to gain stronger power to cope with this crisis-ridden magic world.
He took a deep breath,
and took out the Felix Felicis and the Mana Potion he held.
He needed to keep himself in optimal condition to deal with any potential dangers that might arise.
He opened the system and scanned the two potions.
["Target Name"]: Mana Potion
["Talent Characteristics"]:
1. Mana Restoration: Rapidly restores mana.
2. Mana Burst: Temporarily increases mana intensity and can forcefully unleash potential.
["Target Name"]: Felix Felicis
["Talent Characteristics"]:
1. Luck Boost: Significantly increases luck, making actions smoother.
2. Inspiration Burst: Stimulates inspiration, enhancing decision-making and judgment.
3. Foresight: Predicts crises and guides the user to avoid danger.
After confirming they had no issues,
he drank the Felix Felicis directly.
A warm energy spread throughout his body.
His body felt lighter,
his mind became clearer,
and his heart grew calmer and more confident.
He put away the "Mana Potion" for now.
This potion was his strongest trump card.
He would never use it lightly
until the very last moment.
He opened the system panel again
to check his current status.
He needed to be constantly aware of his current abilities
to make the most appropriate judgments.
[Host Information
• Name: Moon White
• System Level: 1
• Age: 11 years old
• Character magic: 176
• Character Talents: Alchemy, Space-time Manipulation
• Talent Duplication Count: 0
Spells Mastered
• Levitation Charm (Space-time Variation)
• Alohomora (Space-time Variation)
• Lumos (Space-time Variation)
• Repairing Charm (Space-time Variation)
• Stunning Spell (Space-time Variation)
• Petrificus Totalus (Space-time Variation)
• Invisibility Charm (Space-time Variation)
• Accio (Space-time Variation)
• Sectumsempra (Space-time Variation)
• Vulnera Sanentur (Space-time Variation)
Wealth
• Account Balance: 35,000 Galleons.
Task List
• Current Task: Personally defeat Quirrell and prevent Voldemort's resurrection (High Difficulty Task)
• Reward: Blue Duplication Count x1
Skill List
• Time Perception (Level 6)]
[Skill Name: Time Perception
Skill Level: 6 (Future 10 minutes from now)
Skill Effect: Has a slight perception of the flow of time, can predict impending events in a short period, and the effect strengthens with skill level increase.]
After confirming that his status had no issues,
he actively activated "Time Perception."
Immediately, some blurry images appeared in his mind. The images were like fragmented movie clips,
flashing intermittently. He vaguely saw Harry and Ron's figures.
They were following Hagrid along a winding path,
heading deeper into the Forbidden Forest.
A hint of determination flashed in Moon's eyes.
He knew he had to act immediately.
He needed to find Quirrell as soon as possible and strike first.
Taking a deep breath,
he used the effect of the "Invisibility Charm"
to completely conceal his figure in the darkness.
Gripping his wand tightly,
he unhesitatingly walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest.
His figure, too, seemed to merge with the darkness,
disappearing into the dense woods.
Chapter 39 Forbidden Forest
On the dimly lit ground.
The scent of decaying leaves was pungent, and an unsettling silence permeated the air, broken only by the faint chirping of unknown insects in the darkness.
Moon's figure, like a ghost, weaved through the trees.
His steps were light and swift, as if he had merged with the surrounding darkness.
He used his Time Perception to sense Harry and their location, while also feeling the rapid drain of magic from his body.
His pace quickened, as if he was racing against time.
He could clearly feel the immense magic consumption brought on by actively using Time Perception.
Maintaining the ability was far more difficult to control than he had imagined.
He could clearly feel the magic in his body gushing out like a breached dam.
He could also feel his body beginning to tremble slightly due to the magic depletion.
If this continued, he feared he wouldn't be able to last until the end, but he had no choice but to push through and reach his destination as quickly as possible.
A blurry image appeared in his mind—a sinister and bloody scene.
He saw Professor Quirrell's twisted figure hunched over a fallen Unicorn, greedily sucking its crimson blood, while the Unicorn's body twitched slightly, its horn having lost its original luster.
On the back of his head, a black figure, like a twisted infant, could vaguely be seen grinning menacingly.
"Damn it!" Moon immediately stopped using Time Perception.
He could feel that he had little magic left in his body.
His previously calm heart was finally consumed by unease.
He knew he had to arrive before Quirrell finished drinking the blood, to prevent them from having time to recover, otherwise the upcoming battle would be incredibly difficult, and he might even be counter-killed.
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace again.
As he got closer to his destination, his inner tension grew stronger, and his heart in his chest began to pound uncontrollably.
He could clearly perceive the evil power of Voldemort, lurking in the darkness, slowly awakening, seemingly waiting to devour everything.
An unprecedented sense of oppression began to surge within him.
He was about to face not an ordinary enemy, but one of the most powerful Dark Wizards in this magic world!
Even in his current weakened state!
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
He could not be dominated by fear.
He had to be fully prepared to deal with any crisis that might arise.
He would use absolute calmness to compensate for his slightly insufficient strength.
Just as his thoughts were churning, he finally saw a familiar group of figures not far ahead.
Harry Potter was curiously following Fang, while Malfoywas clinging tightly behind Harry, his body trembling slightly, his face filled with fear and unease, seemingly terrified of his surroundings.
Fang, who was leading the way, was moving unusually quickly, but his eyes were full of fear.
He seemed eager to leave this place.
Moon immediately quickened his pace.
His figure, like a phantom, instantly appeared before them, blocking their path forward.
Harry, seeing Moon suddenly appear, widened his eyes in surprise.
An expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and he quickly rushed forward, tightly embracing Moon, his voice filled with both surprise and worry: "Moon! Why are you here? How did you know we were here?"
When Malfoy saw Moon suddenly appear, his already pale face turned even whiter.
He instinctively hid behind Harry, his body trembling slightly, his eyes filled with fear.
He still seemed to remember the fear Moon had brought him earlier.
Moon did not answer Harry's question.
After his gaze swept over Malfoy, his tone became serious and earnest as he looked at Harry, saying, "Harry, you and Malfoy and Fang must return the way you came and find Hagrid immediately.
There's danger ahead, and you'll only be in the way here."
He had to get Harry away as soon as possible, as he had a premonition that a very dangerous battle was about to ensue, and Harry and their current strength were simply not enough to participate.
Most importantly, the side effects of the potion might be severe later, and he didn't want to become dinner for other creatures in the Forbidden Forest.
Only Hagrid arriving quickly was the safest option.
Harry, hearing Moon's serious tone, also showed a grave expression.
He could feel the strong sense of oppression radiating from Moon.
He knew that what Moon said was by no means an exaggeration.
Just now, the scar on his forehead had begun to throb faintly, as if warning him of the impending danger.
He instinctively touched the lightning scar on his forehead, and his heart began to grow uneasy.
He looked at Moon with worried eyes, his tone becoming very serious: "Moon, be careful.
I can feel that there seems to be something very dangerous ahead."
Malfoy, hearing Moon's words, trembled violently.
As if grasping a lifeline, he quickly tugged at Harry's sleeve, pleading in a tearful voice: "Yes! Yes! Harry, let's go quickly! I don't want to stay here anymore!"
He was extremely terrified now and just wanted to leave this dreadful place as soon as possible.
Moon glanced at Malfoy but ignored him.
He turned back to Harry, his tone becoming even more resolute: "I know.
You go find Hagrid first and have him protect you.
Remember, don't look back! And don't come near here!"
He needed to make Harry understand the seriousness of the situation, and it was also his way of protecting his friend.
Harry looked at Moon's resolute eyes, knowing that once Moon made a decision, he wouldn't easily change it.
Although his heart was filled with worry, he still chose to trust Moon.
He nodded at Moon, his voice filled with determination: "Okay, you must be careful!
I'll go find Hagrid to help right away!"
He knew that staying here would only be a burden to Moon.
Harry pulled Malfoy's hand and waved at Fang.
Fang understood their conversation.
It immediately turned around and ran back the way they came, its figure flashing through the trees with astonishing speed.
Harry, dragging Malfoy, also hurried to follow.
Moon watched Harry and their retreating figures, his eyes becoming even deeper.
What he was about to face would be an unprecedented challenge, but he had no retreat.
He took another deep breath, gripping his wand tightly in his hand, and his figure once again merged into the darkness.
Chapter 40: Quirrell Offline
Unsettling whispers and the heavy scent of blood permeated the air of the Forbidden Forest.
A wounded Unicorn lay powerlessly beneath an ancient tree, its body trembling violently, its once pure white fur now stained with blood, and its beautiful eyes filled with fear and despair.
It seemed to be awaiting its final judgment.
Quirrell staggered towards the Unicorn, his black robes tattered and covered in dirt and blood.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, and his face was etched with exhaustion and ferocity.
He tried to cover the back of his head with one hand but dared not, enduring immense pain instead.
"Quick! Get up! You fool! Do you want me to waste time here?!" Voldemort's hoarse and icy voice roared in Quirrell's mind.
The voice, like a demon from the depths of hell, was filled with violence and impatience, urging Quirrell to complete his task as quickly as possible.
Quirrell's body trembled violently, and he immediately knelt on the ground, his voice filled with subservience and fear, his body also shaking slightly from extreme terror:
"Yes, yes! Master, I'll do it now! I can finish it right away! I can go back to the castle to rest immediately!"
He knew Voldemort's patience was wearing thin, and he had to complete the task quickly to avoid incurring Voldemort's wrath.
He staggered to his feet and kicked the Unicorn's body several times.
The Unicorn let out a painful wail but still couldn't get up, only despairingly awaiting death.
Quirrell seemed to be venting his inner dissatisfaction and pain, pouring all his anger onto the Unicorn.
Everything he did was extremely cruel, yet he couldn't control himself.
He was now completely reduced to a puppet, a tool manipulated by Voldemort.
"Hurry up! You good-for-nothing! Do you want me to do it myself?!" Voldemort's voice rang out again, this time filled with rage.
He had lost all patience, and with his powerful strength, he continuously assaulted Quirrell's consciousness, causing Quirrell's body to twitch slightly from this force.
Quirrell's body shuddered violently.
He seemed to feel Voldemort's uncontrollable fury and no longer dared to hesitate.
He bent down, bringing his face close to the Unicorn's wound.
He opened his mouth, revealing his bloodshot teeth, preparing to drink the Unicorn's blood.
He knew Unicorn blood carried a curse, but he could only accept his fate.
He comforted himself, thinking that once it was done, he could return to the castle and rest for a moment, even a little bit of rest would make him feel incredibly happy.
Just as his lips were about to touch the Unicorn's body, a chilling sound echoed around him.
The sound was like shattering glass, a "crackling" noise, as if something was tearing through space.
"Damn it!" Voldemort's voice rang out in Quirrell's mind, his tone filled with terror, as if he had sensed something extremely dangerous was happening.
Quirrell's body trembled violently.
He instinctively raised his wand, wanting to escape with "Apparition."
He wanted to live; he didn't want to die here.
He wanted to return to the warm castle and get a good night's sleep.
However, it was already too late.
The next moment, a fear of death completely consumed his consciousness.
Everything he saw was instantly swallowed by darkness, and his body lost all control.
Centered on Quirrell, within a twenty-meter radius, space shattered like a mirror.
Invisible cracks, like a spiderweb, rapidly spread, cutting everything around into countless tiny fragments.
It was an incomprehensible power; it was a terrifying existence capable of destroying everything!
Within that shattered space, all trees, weeds, and insects were instantly decomposed into countless tiny fragments, and then repeatedly decomposed again.
Everything, under this invisible force, was reduced to powder and particles.
Life that had just existed vanished completely at this moment.
And Quirrell, who was lie on the Unicorn, his body was also cut as if by invisible blades, instantly decomposing into countless bloody fluids.
The blood scattered in the air, then was repeatedly cut and decomposed again.
In just a few short seconds, his body had completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.
This terrifying cutting and decomposition continued for about four minutes until the area was completely reduced to nothingness.
All matter turned into a cloud of gray mist, slowly dispersing in the air.
It was unimaginable what kind of brutal slaughter had just taken place.
Not far away, Moon, exhausted, slumped against a tree.
His hand, which had been gripping his wand, now hung limply.
His face was pale, his breathing rapid, and his body was trembling violently.
He could feel that the magic in his body was almost completely drained.
He could clearly feel the immense power of fully unleashing Sectumsempra, a power that could tear space and decompose everything, a power that had exceeded his imagination.
But the price he paid was equally immense.
The power of Sectumsempra was far greater than he had imagined, but its consumption of magic was also enormous.
With the help of the magic replenishment potion, he could only use this spell five times before completely collapsing into exhaustion.
What annoyed him even more was that the system's prompt had not sounded, which meant his mission had not been completed.
He bit his lower lip tightly, feeling the reluctance within him.
He was sure that the previous attack was enough to completely destroy Quirrell.
But why hadn't the mission been completed?
Deep down, he had a vague premonition of something ominous: Voldemort had not been eliminated.
Perhaps he had left something in Quirrell's body, some means to escape.
"Damn it!" Moon cursed in a low voice.
For the first time, he felt how urgent his craving for power was!
He had to become stronger.
Just then, Hagrid's anxious voice came from afar: "Moon! Where are you! I heard something over here! Are you alright!"
Hagrid's rough voice echoed in the silent Forbidden Forest, filled with worry and anxiety.
His footsteps grew closer, approaching this way.
Moon secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It was a good thing Harry arrived in time.
He was too weak now to even move.