Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Hagrid agreed to Harry's suggestion and promised Malfoy that he would take a professor with him to his family's Dragon Farm when he had time, and if it was suitable, they would leave Norbert there.

Draco was also very happy. He really liked dragons, and his family treated them as friends. What he just said wasn't a lie.

For the next week, Draco took leave of absence to go home and discuss it with his family. His father, Lucius Malfoy, was still upset about the beating Draco had received at school and was planning to confront Dumbledore and the two boys at the school. So he wanted to refuse outright, but seeing his son's longing expression, he softened and agreed to let Hagrid bring a professor to their home to inspect the dragon farm and let Norbert stay at their dragon farm.

Hagrid wasn't idle either. The next day, he told Dumbledore about it. After thinking for a while, Dumbledore decided to send Professor Flitwick with Hagrid. After visiting, Professor Flitwick praised the Malfoy family's dragon farm, and Hagrid was also very satisfied. The agreement to send away the dragon was happily reached, and the handover was scheduled for next Saturday.

Then came the waiting. Hagrid was very reluctant to part with Norber and spoiled him more and more in the days that followed. In the end, he even allowed Norber to wreak havoc and play around in the house as he pleased.

Soon, the day of handover arrived. The professors worked together to pack Norbert into a crate. Hagrid prepared many mice and brandy for him, as well as Norbert's teddy bear. However, judging from the sounds coming from inside the crate, the teddy bear's head should have been ripped off.

Harry and his friends waited with Hagrid by the hut. Soon, the six of them landed in front of Hagrid on flying broomsticks. After confirming the handover with Hagrid, they secured the crate containing Norbert with a safety rope and flew away into the air.

Norbert was gone, and Hagrid cried his eyes out. Harry and the others just felt a sense of relief, finally getting rid of this burden.

Life returned to normal. There was no more Quirrell causing trouble, no more Old Deng giving him extra tasks, and no more Fire Dragon roasting his friends every day. It was indeed much more comfortable.

Now all they have to do every day is think about how to pass their final exams, and this peaceful feeling gives Harry a bad feeling.

Cloth!

Something is definitely up to no good!

Sure enough, a week before the exam, Harry happened to walk by Quirrell's office. Quirrell hadn't closed the office door properly, leaving a crack in it, whether intentionally or accidentally.

Harry pressed his ear against the crack in the door, listening to what was happening inside.

"Master, I can't take it anymore, please don't..."

?

Is it going to be this exciting right from the start?

Harry had a fleeting urge to leave, but he held back and continued listening.

"I'm warning you, you're only alive because of me!"

A sharp voice rang out, a voice that Harry loathed from the depths of his soul.

"Obey me, and I will grant you endless power and glory!" The voice paused, then continued, "Go to the Forbidden Forest, Quirrell, with unicorn blood."

"I, I can't... Aaaaaah!" Quirrell wailed in agony, and it sounded like he had collapsed to the ground.

"go!"

"Yes, Master..." Quirrell's weak voice rang out.

Harry knew it was time to leave, so he immediately activated Sionstein and made his escape.

"The Forbidden Forest, unicorns, masters..." Harry thought about what he had just heard. In other words, Quirrell was indeed possessed, and the creature he was possessing was about to die. That must be what it meant.

Harry pondered these clues, paused on his way to the Great Hall, thought for a moment, and then headed back to the dormitory. This time it might be a bit dangerous, so he wouldn't call the two of them. As for why he was going, it was because some old man still owed him money.

That night, Harry pulled out the Invisibility Cloak from under his bed. After making sure his roommates were asleep, he put it on and left the common room. He headed toward the Forbidden Forest when something black flew past his head. Harry knew it was Quirrell and quickly followed.

But it was still too slow. Quirrell slowed down after starting the Sinwistan, and he was slow when he didn't start it. And he couldn't possibly drive the Sinwistan the whole way unless he wanted to become a cyber psychopath.

Harry abandoned the S'Anwestan method of traveling and headed in the direction the shadow had flown.

Apart from moonlight, there was no other light source in the Forbidden Forest, so the Stranger obediently activated its night vision mode to provide Harry with a view.

Here Harry wanted to complain about Sinwidman, wondering why he couldn't evolve those abilities obediently like the Tricky Masters. Sinwidman felt very aggrieved, as his model was fixed in this way because of his efforts, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Harry continued walking in Quirrell's direction. After walking for an unknown amount of time, Harry came to a relatively open area. Moonlight shone through the gaps in the branches, illuminating a patch of silvery-blue bloodstains on the bushes.

Harry stepped forward, looked at the small, reflective patch of blood, and realized that it must be unicorn blood.

"Quirk should be around here."

The Qilu Division activated the most basic scanning function, scanning the surrounding ground in hopes of finding footprints. However, instead of finding footprints, they found a patch of blood.

Harry followed the trail of blood and came to a small river. A unicorn lay in the moonlight, its silvery-blue blood pooling on the ground. A dark shadow was clinging to the unicorn's belly, greedily sucking its blood. This must be Quirrell, the parasite that had been possessed.

"Disgusting stuff." Harry felt uncomfortable after just one look. He didn't want to go up there and do anything stupid like "You're wrong~" or "Professor Quirrell, wake up~". He pulled out a grenade from his pocket, pulled the pin, and threw it at the unicorn corpse and Quirrell at the right moment.

The grenade landed next to Quirrell, who instinctively dodged it. The grenade exploded, blasting the unicorn's corpse to smithereens. Quirrell was also badly injured, lying on the ground unable to get up for a long time. Harry rushed forward, pulled out his Yinglong sword, and started shooting at Quirrell, hoping to kill the guy right there so that there wouldn't be any more trouble later.

Unfortunately, no matter how low the probability of something bad happening, it will still happen.

Harry had just fired a few shots at Quirrell when a wooden arrow shot straight at Harry's hand at incredible speed. Harry couldn't dodge in time, and the damage was so great that it didn't even graze Harry's bionic skin.

In that brief moment of stagnation, Quirrell transformed into a cloud of black mist and flew away, dripping blood as he went.

Harry was a little angry; the duck that was almost in his mouth had actually flown away. He immediately turned his gun towards the direction from which the wooden arrow had been shot and shouted loudly:

"You son of a bitch, which bastard ruined my plans?! You son of a bitch, show yourself!"

"Clatter, clatter, clatter," came the uneven sound of footsteps from the forest. It was a group of centaurs, half-human, half-horse creatures. These centaurs formed a circle, surrounding Harry. The strongest centaur stepped out from the group, stood in front of Harry, and looked down at Harry, who was only half his height, and said:

"Little pony, you've crossed the line! You've not only violated our forbidden forest, but you've also violated the dignity of unicorns, and insulted our dignity!"