"Quite timely." Vincent glanced at Hermione's little feet that were about to move.

"Humph——" She raised her chin slightly and lit her wand.

"Hurry up, it will be dawn if we continue talking."

Vincent shrugged at the twins, saying that girls were so elusive.

The four of them quickened their pace and crossed the trees to the lake.

As soon as Fred came closer, he choked and coughed violently.

"Ah, no wonder they all moved."

After he finished speaking, he stepped back somewhat embarrassed.

"I'm not well prepared. It looks like I'll have to do it next time~" George patted him on the back.

"Quirrell probably didn't dare to go deep last time."

Hermione looked at the lake from a distance, "I'm curious if he will come here again."

In the eyes of the students, Quirrell seemed to have fully recovered physically, except for becoming more neurotic.

However, Vincent knew that before long, he would come here to look for something that could eliminate the influence of black magic.

The one with the best effect is undoubtedly unicorn blood.

To slaughter a pure, weak and helpless life, one must pay a heavy price for it.

It can keep people on the verge of death alive, but from the moment the blood enters the mouth, they will have to bear an irreversible curse for life.

Lifespan is shortened by half, and the soul becomes nothing.

This half-dead life cannot even be considered a ghost after death.

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Chapter completed!