Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Chapter 25 The Dark Road

Quirrell led Brian through the lush forests with ease. The terrain in the forest was complex and it was easy to get lost.

In the dark shadows of the trees, strange animals scurried from time to time, but they were hard to see clearly.

They walked deeper and deeper into the forbidden forest. The shadows of the trees curled up like monsters stretching their limbs. From time to time, long howling sounds came from the forest, which made people feel terrified.

They wandered in the forest for a long time, until midnight, but could not find the shadow of the unicorn.

"What on earth was I expecting?" Brian laughed at himself, "I'm not much different from Quirrell."

At this moment, Quirrell suddenly stopped. Brian followed Quirrell's gaze and discovered a white creature.

It is so beautiful, its whole body is white, and it shines like a pearl. The whole body looks like a horse, with slender limbs and white mane. There is a snow-white spiral tip on the top of its head, indicating its identity.

unicorn.

Such a beautiful and pure creature, one cannot bear to desecrate it.

It was leaning over the edge of the pool to drink water leisurely, swaying its white tail.

Quirrell let go of Brian and he lunged forward, drawing his wand.

The unicorn sensed the approaching danger, kicked its slender limbs on the ground, turned into a white shadow and ran away at great speed.

Quirrell floated up like a big bat, followed closely behind the unicorn like a ghost, and gradually disappeared.

Brian watched this scene silently. He took out the invisibility cloak from his pocket and put it on himself.

He chased in that direction.

By the time he arrived, everything had settled. The unicorn lay quietly on the ground, its body glistening with silvery-blue blood spots scattered around it. It's dead.

So beautiful, yet such a tragic scene.

Quirrell gasped, leaning over the unicorn's body and putting his lips close to its silver-blue blood.

"From the moment its blood touches your lips, you will be forever cursed and become half-dead." Brian said lightly. The voice seemed a bit cold in the dark jungle.

"Have you really thought about it, Professor Quirrell?"

"I have no choice, Foley." Quirrell said with a slightly choked tone.

He touched his lips to the unicorn's wound and sucked its blood.

Brian stood quietly in the darkness, watching this scene with indifferent eyes.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems to be just a moment.

After Quirrell finished drinking the blood, he let out a low howl, which sounded like pleasure and pain. Then he stood up.

He wiped the remaining silver-blue blood at the corner of his mouth and said softly: "I'm much better, Foley. It's like I've been reborn."

His face was as pale as a corpse at night.

Brian nodded slightly and turned his head away from looking at the poor unicorn.

The two of them walked outside the forbidden forest in silence for a while.

The thick grass in front made a rustling sound, and a giant silver wolf jumped out from it. It growled lowly, with a faint green light shining in its eyes.

It roared, turned half a circle, turned into a silver light and rushed towards Brian.

It seems to know who is easier to mess with.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Quirrell shouted a spell in a cold voice.

The dazzling green light hit the wolf. It fell to the ground from mid-air and died motionless.

"Fli, do you know this spell?" Quirrell asked softly.

"Avada Kedavra, a curse that takes away life." Brian said softly, "It is called the three unforgivable curses along with the Soul Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse."

"Yes, your knowledge is very solid." Quirrell said, "Do you want to learn this spell? I can teach you."

"Ah, I am still your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. As my proud disciple, Foley, it seems that I haven't taught you any spells yet." Quirrell said in a low voice.

"My magic level probably doesn't meet the requirements yet." Brian said calmly.

"No, it is very special, Foley." Quirrell said softly, "For most of the time, it does require strong magic power to support it in order to function."

"But there are easier ways to use it, Foley."

"As long as your heart is filled with the idea of killing something, even a first-year wizard can use it to take away life."

"Of course, this may be difficult. It requires the nourishment of hatred to bear the most beautiful fruits. It requires huge killing intent, Foley."

"It's easy to take a life when there's nothing left in your mind but murderous intent."

"Of course, the premise is that you have the opportunity to recite this spell."

"I think we can give it a try." Quirrell said coaxingly, "As my gratitude to you, I will teach you how to use it."

He pointed with his wand and caught a bat as big as a man in the shadow of the trees. He hung it in the air with a magic rope and said to Brian: "Here, take out your bat." The wand, say the spell on it, Foley."

"Mobile your murderous intention, you can imagine it is your father-killing enemy or something." Quirrell said slowly.

Brian pulled out his wand, pointed it at the bat, and said, "Avada Kedavra!"

A little bit of faint green sparks spurted out and landed on the bat, causing it to flap its wings randomly in mid-air.

"You don't have enough killing intent, Foley!" Quirrell said, "The way you recite the curse is also wrong..."

As Quirrell explained, Brian continued to use the forbidden spell. When the two were almost out of the forbidden forest, he reluctantly ended the life of the bat.

One is teaching patiently and the other is studying seriously. It is really a harmonious teacher-student relationship.

If you ignore the creepy teaching content.

The two walked out of the Forbidden Forest, and Quirrell cast a Disillusionment Spell on the two of them, crossing the grounds and returning to the castle.

"I think next week, Foley, we need to continue looking for unicorns." Quirrell said deeply before leaving.

"Okay, Professor." Brian nodded slightly.

Going down the dark stairs step by step, Brian stopped at the wet stone wall: "Glory."

The stone wall tumbled to reveal a hidden stone door, allowing Brian to pass through.

He did not go back to the dormitory, but sat quietly in the armchair, wondering what he was thinking.

"You have clearly chosen a dark path, but are you still longing for light?" he asked himself.

This is not touching at all.

He would rather commit heinous crimes or something like that.

Because in this world, he is only one person after all.

Brian sat quietly in the darkness for a long time.

…

"Who are you?"

"Are you you?"

"Is the self you know really yourself?"

"Are you him? Is he you? Where did you come from? Where did he go?"

"Are you alive? Or dead?"

"Is the world real or fake?"

"Is the dream real?"

“Is death the beginning or the end?”

“Is it true that the future cannot affect the past?”

"..."

Brian found himself in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers. Questions came from the darkness, asking in different voices of men, women, old and young. They were getting closer and noisier.

He walked aimlessly in the darkness, with no fear, no uneasiness, no happiness, no sadness, no hope, and no despair. It was as if he had been here from beginning to end, as if he was running towards the inevitable ending.

A figure faintly appeared in front of him. It was a dark back, blending into the darkness. Strangely enough, Brian spotted it in the darkness at a glance.

The back was so small, as big as a grain of rice, and it kept moving forward, getting further and further away.

Brian quickened his pace and chased after it, but found that no matter how fast he speeded up, the figure was always so far away from him.

Until finally, the back entered an arch and disappeared without a trace.

Only the arch was left, glowing slightly, as if it had stood there since ancient times, becoming the only source of light in the darkness.

Like a destination.

Brian opened his eyes from the bed and looked at the curtains on the four-poster bed. It was obviously not a nightmare, but there was cold sweat on his forehead.

"Is it a dream?" he said with a serious look.

But the dream was so real.

It truly revealed something he had never wanted to think about.

There are real souls in this world.

But after he traveled through time, where did the original Brian go?

He deeply knew that everything he had now was usurped from others. His relatives are never his own. Everything he owns is not his own.

Their love and hate were not given to him.

So, how can he really integrate into this world?

This body is like a thick mask, a mask that he can never get rid of or take off.

His truth will never be revealed to anyone in this world.

Brian looked at his hands and laughed mockingly.

If there really is something that can illuminate the soul, then is his soul now the person he was in his previous life, or the person he is now?