Forbidden Forest.

[Hunter]

O, you hear it? The whistling of a reaper's song once again seeking death. The whispering of the trees warning you to turn back. The howls of the wolf men who wish to eat you whole. The screams of the dementors that long to consume your soul. This is the forest where corpses are made. A place that all students have good reason to be afraid. For what lies in here might just be death itself.
Or a monster that longs to drag you into your own personal hell.