Hunting the Unicorn?

Chapter 75 Hunting the Unicorn?

After returning to his dormitory, Avada first took out the deluxe version of the intelligence booster that Baron had given him and drank a small sip. Then, he immediately pulled out the huge book left by Professor Baker and a blank notebook, and began to write and draw on it.

"Part Three, The Essence of Horcrux Magic...Found it, the method of crafting Horcruxes!"

"And there's a sixth one, the experimental records left behind by that unknown dark wizard when he simplified Horcrux magic...it's here!"

He quickly flipped through the pages, then laid the notebook out on the bed, picked up a pen, and began to scribble down his thoughts with a slid on his knees. Each chapter of the book was quite long, and the six chapters already took up nearly a third of the entire book, so he was having a hard time flipping through them.

After a while.

"It looks like it could work!"

Avada suddenly looked up and then slammed hard against the bedpost with a thud.

"Hiss... If we use the Horcrux-making magic to transfer the soul into a container, Voldemort's main soul is pitifully small, so it's no problem at all! We just need to find a container that's a bit larger and sturdier! Plus, with the data on Voldemort's mental energy that I have, we don't even need Harry to destroy Quirrell's body; we can just forcibly extract his soul!"

"However, there are still two problems. First, this spell requires preparation time to activate, during which Voldemort can still move freely, and with his absurd ability to escape, even Dumbledore couldn't trap him..."

"Secondly, if it's the main soul, even if it's sealed inside a Horcrux, it can still maintain its consciousness and even continue to use its mental power to influence magic. Just like last year, when Professor Baker was imprisoned in a Horcrux, he could still speak out and manipulate spatial magic... If Voldemort, a master of dark magic who has already created five Horcruxes and understands them immensely, still possesses this ability, he might be able to break free on his own!"

"In terms of understanding Horcruxes, Dumbledore is definitely inferior to Voldemort, and I'm still a bit lacking in experience myself. This means no one can guarantee he'll be under control. And before destroying all his Horcruxes, we can't directly eliminate his main soul. Good heavens, who knows how long it will take to recover the soul fragments in Harry's body..."

"We need to find a way to silence his soul, or at least his spiritual power, after he's sealed into the Horcrux. But magic capable of doing this is unheard of. If it were so easily countered, Horcruxes wouldn't be considered cutting-edge dark magic. According to experimental records, even the lowest quality Horcruxes can resist 'Dementor's Kiss'!"

"This is troublesome..."

Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly felt a heat in his right arm—Voldemort was calling him.

"Why are you contacting me at this time?"

Avada frowned, carefully packed away the giant book and notebook, and quickly went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor, knocking on the door.

"Professor, you wanted to see me?"

As soon as Avada opened the door, he saw Quirrell with a big smile on his face, looking very happy. For convenience, Voldemort usually didn't use his own face when calling Quirrell, but instead manipulated Quirrell's body.

"Have you mastered the Imperius Curse?"

He casually asked about a guaranteed admission to Azkaban in a tone as if he were having a casual conversation.

"Yes, I can release it reliably now, but I can't do a silent spell yet."

"Show me."

Voldemort flicked his wand, sending a Grindylow flying out of Quirrell's teaching tool storeroom. It hovered in front of Avada, menacingly brandishing its long, thin claws.

"The soul leaves the body."

As Avada Kedavra softly chanted the incantation, the Grindylow's gaze immediately became unfocused, only to refocus a few seconds later, now displaying a clarity and rationality unlike that of a wild beast. It slowly landed on the ground, turned around, and bowed to Voldemort.

In truth, Avada Kedavra could now cast the Imperius Curse silently. Two months ago, he personally cast the spell on a troll, observing its specific magical structure, which led to a rapid increase in his understanding of the Imperius Curse. His further research into mental power during this period undoubtedly also greatly enhanced his skill. Now, he suspected that even if an Auror stood before him, he could forcibly control them for a short period—generally, this was the standard for a seasoned Death Eater.

Of course, he could only reach this level in mental magic; in other areas, he lagged behind because he focused on studying mental power.

"very good."

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction: "With your skill level now, you can participate a little in my plans."

"Can I participate in your project now?"

Avada looked delighted: "Are you asking me to help you retrieve that thing that can restore your body? Who do I need to control?"

"No, that's not it... If you want to get involved in that, you'll at least have to grow to Quirrell's level."

Voldemort shook his head—in order to test Avada's learning progress, he often asked Quirrell and Avada to engage in some magical offensive and defensive battles. During this time, Avada also realized the gap between himself and elite wizards: without revealing his magical senses and predictive abilities, Quirrell could take him down in no more than three minutes, and that was under the premise that he was holding back.

"Then I..."

"But you can help me with something else important."

Voldemort looked at Avada's somewhat disappointed expression with satisfaction and said with a smile, "After some time, I will take you to the Forbidden Forest to hunt a unicorn together."

"Hunting unicorns?!"

Avada was genuinely surprised this time. He couldn't understand why Voldemort would drag him into this: "Do you need materials from a unicorn? But..."

"But materials from unicorns aren't hard to find. Any materials shop will sell unicorn tail hair, and some will even sell unicorn horns. You're asking that, right?"

Avada made a surprised expression and nodded.

"But what I need isn't those mundane things..."

Voldemort's smile was somewhat sinister: "What I need is blood, unicorn blood. You can't get that in any shop, not even on the black market."

"Why is that?" Avada asked curiously.

"Because for ordinary people, drinking unicorn blood would prolong their lives, but it would also cause strong side effects, cursing the person who drinks it and leaving them half-dead... But the great Voldemort didn't care about these things; those so-called curses were as insignificant to me as a breeze."

Avada Kedavra nodded inwardly—as a master of curses who could curse a position for over fifty years with a single curse, and who didn't even spare himself, Voldemort had the right to say such a thing. Moreover, in the original books, he was just as lively and energetic after drinking unicorn blood, and his resurrection during Harry's fourth year was equally smooth…

"Do you need to extend your life?"

He asked with some surprise, "Are you injured?"

"Ha! How could that be? Who could possibly harm the great Voldemort?"

Voldemort seemed to have completely forgotten why he had become like this: "I just need to recover some of my strength in advance to prepare for the final plan."

"When hunting unicorns, all you need to do is use the Imperius Charm to subdue them after you find them, making them obedient, without struggling or screaming... Killing them and drinking their blood is Quirrell's responsibility."

"I see."

Avada nodded firmly: "I will definitely do my best!"

(End of this chapter)