Chapter 66

He had spent a lot of time thinking of the Founder's clues and when he'd start working on it, but he hadn't had the time until this point.

"Oh well, no better time than right now," he told himself as he slipped into an empty ID and made his way over to the entrance hall. What better way to start than the still portraits of the Founders themselves that hung in the Entrance Hall? The magical processes of preserving a person's essence in a magical portrait hadn't been invented in their times, but the still-portraits hadn't been moved from the entrance hall ever since they'd been put there on the day of the establishment of the school. So if there was any clue to be found, it would be there.

He had slipped out of his ID and had just started scrutinizing the frame of the Ravenclaw portrait when the click-clack of boots filled the entrance hall. Believing it was some teacher or Filch, Harry slipped behind the statue of the one-eyed witch and kept an eye out for whoever was coming.

It wasn't any Professor, nor was it Filch. It was a black-robed figure, around whom the darkness and shadows seemed to coil together, almost as if writhing in agony. Harry stilled as he felt the figure's magic unravel and whip around him.

Whoever it was…it was dangerous.

Slowly and carefully, Harry peeked out of his hiding spot and cast Observe on the man.

Quirinus Quirrell

Lv-?

HP-?/?

MP-?/?

Race-Wizard

Str-?

Vit-?

Dex-?

Int-?

Wis-?

Luc-?

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'Quirrell? What is he doing?' Harry thought, an uneasy feeling rapidly rising in his chest.

The hooded figure-Quirrell-glided swiftly down the front steps of the castle. Clearly not wanting to be seen, it walked as fast as possible toward the Forbidden Forest. Resolving to follow and find out, and definitely not wishing to be seen by someone who was clearly a very powerful wizard, Harry put on his wolf jacket and used a 'spying' technique he'd worked out the previous weekend.

He slipped into an empty ID, ran full speed down the stairs and by Hagrid's hut and climbed up a tree with some dense canopy. Then, he broke out of the ID. To the outside world, Harry might as well have just disappeared from one spot and reappeared at another. This inter-dimensional hopping allowed him an unprecedented amount of stealth.

Quirrell had reached the Forbidden Forest and had slowed down to drift along the forest floor, completely silent except for his cloak slithering over dead leaves nearby, pausing for a moment to look at his surroundings before continuing on his prowl once again.

It didn't take long for Harry to recognize what Quirrell was doing. He had done the same thing when he'd gone looking around the forest for zombies in the ID.

He was hunting.

Harry followed Quirrell in a similar manner for hours, Quirrell prowling along the dead leaves of the forest floor hunting for whatever he was hunting for, and Harry spying on him from top of one tree, only to use his ID to get to the next tree entirely undetected.

Ping!

A skill has leveled up due to sneaking around.

Sneaking, Lv-10(1%)

Allows you to sneak up on someone.

55% chance of not getting caught.

55% chance of critical strike.

Harry waved away the message. It seemed like something was finally happening. Quirrell suddenly perked up and ran off in one direction. He was clearly chasing something. Something that Harry had not seen in his hurry to read his game window.

Activating his Sneaking skill, he started running amongst the trees, trying and failing to keep up. Somehow Quirrell was much faster than him, and whatever he was chasing was almost an invisible blur of silver.

Quickly thinking of an idea, Harry boosted off a branch and grabbing hold of another offshoot, swinging himself up high enough to see which route the hunter and the prey were taking.

Once he caught sight of the path, he slipped into an ID mid-air and focused on bursting his mana out of his feet. A jet stream of fire erupted out of his feet and propelled him forward at breakneck speeds towards the nearest clearing, one he was sure his targets were going to pass through. He reached it within seconds and broke out of his ID after catching himself on the branch of a nearby tree and swinging into a resting position on it.

The sight that he caught was disturbing, to say the least.

Somehow Quirrell had struck his much faster target down, probably with a curse since he didn't seem to have caught up with his fallen prey yet. The target lay in the middle of the clearing, letting out weak squeals of pain. Harry couldn't believe his eyes.

"Observe," he muttered quietly.

Unicorn (Status: Bleeding -10% hp per minute)

Lv-20

HP:300/5000

MP:60/4000

Str-25

Vit-30

Dex-60

Int-18

Wis-15

Luc-16

A female unicorn that has the ability to run fast at the expense of her innate magic. She can also sense the worthiness of a person by the very same magic. One of the most powerful and potent magical creatures out there, they are said to represent true beauty and purity.

She is dying from the massive dark magic cut she's received on her side. She doesn't know Harry.

It was a unicorn, and it was almost dead. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful and sad. Its long, slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly-white on the dark leaves. A single beam of moonlight illuminated its flank, the rise and fall of which was the only indication to any outsider that the mare was even alive.

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