Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Name: Rubeus Hagrid

Age: 63 years old

Race: half giant

Attributes: Strength 16, Dexterity 12, Constitution 17, Intelligence 10, Perception 11, Charisma 10

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Occupation: Wizard 7/Ranger 5

Status: Chaos Infected (Magically Affected)

Occupational Skills: Concentration 37, Mysterious Knowledge 46, Spell Identification 39, Animal Handling 86, Search 59, Survival 44

Personal expertise: Chaos magic (professional expertise), tenacity, perseverance, toughness, robustness, giant strength (racial expertise), resistant skin, animal affinity, long-range shooting, proficient in breaking weapons

Although the data of others is not yet available, Clark has roughly estimated his panel information by virtue of his long contact with Hagrid.

At least in his opinion, this Hogwarts gamekeeper and key keeper can be regarded as a perfect meat shield.

With such a good meat shield in front, what else is Faye afraid of?

Moreover, both Clark and Quirrell's goal is the Sorcerer's Stone, and there will be a battle between the two sides in the not-too-distant future. Now he deliberately used the matter of raising a dragon to promote the current situation, which is a good time to find out the other side's background.

In addition, if the unicorn's life can be saved, given its special nature, it might be able to obtain another job transfer certificate information, even if it is not needed temporarily, it can be transferred to others in the future.

In this way, he can not only strengthen himself, but also weaken the enemy, and can also collect intelligence. It is a good thing to kill three birds with one stone. If he escapes, he will be really stupid.

At this moment, taking advantage of his height and long legs, Hagrid had already thrown himself in front of Quirrell. The half-giant, more than four meters tall, was holding a crossbow that was bent like a big knife, which was still very oppressive.

He learned from the experience of missing the arrow just now, worried that the opponent had some magic shield that could deflect the attack, so he chose to sweep the unicorn away with his bow, trying to drive it away from the unicorn.

Of course, if the opponent couldn't stop him, he didn't mind cutting the enemy in half.

Facing the mighty and strong man rushing towards him, Quirrell didn't seem to panic. Of course, he was wearing a hood, even if he was flustered, Clark couldn't tell.

It was obvious, however, that his wand, concealed in his robe, was constantly waving.

Layers of invisible air walls appeared out of thin air with Quirrell's spellcasting, blocking Hagrid's front. This is the "obstacles" spell.

Of course, Hagrid also discovered Quirrell's spellcasting. Although he didn't know what kind of black magic the enemy was casting because of the silent spell, with his strong body and high magic resistance, he directly covered his face with his hands, He buried his head and went up.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"

The sound of blisters bursting was heard one after another, and Hagrid only felt a slight resistance, and with a little effort, he broke through the barrier. It can be seen that the effect of the spell is not as powerful as imagined, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

The crossbow in his hand was a treasure given to him by the horsemen in the Forbidden Forest. It was carved and polished from the fossils of magical trees buried deep in the ground. , can be easily cut off.

As long as you let him get close, this battle will be sure.

Quirrell is back!

Take two steps back.

But did not retreat!

Because he only took two steps back.

"Hagrid, be careful!"

Clark had also faced the charge of a giant monster, so he had a deep understanding of the oppressive feeling that hit the soul. It's like a person facing a big truck that hits head-on, it's impossible to be so calm!

Therefore, he couldn't help reminding loudly, causing Quirrell to look up at him, but this reminder was still a step late after all.

There was a muffled sound of "poof", and the smelly mud splashed everywhere. Hagrid's tall figure suddenly swayed,

He lost his balance and almost fell in front of Quirrell.

Taking a closer look, it turns out that this open space should be a depression in the forest, which has accumulated rainwater all year round, turning this place into a mud pit and swamp. But because it was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

It doesn't matter if it's an ordinary small animal, or a child like Clark stepped on it.

However, when a half-giant of Hagrid's size took a big step and stepped on it with a posture of putting his heart and soul into the battle, he suffered a big loss.

It's like the cavalry charging in the story, when they encounter dense hoof pits, they often end up with broken bones and legs, and fall to the ground on the street.

Fortunately, his physique is big enough, and his reaction is quite sensitive. After realizing that his feet were stepping on the air, he immediately chopped the crossbow that had been sweeping towards Quirrell towards the ground in front of him, hoping to stop his fall.

The tip of the longbow draws a smooth curve, and with a strong wind, it falls from Quirrell's eyes. The closest place is only a finger away from him.

The two steps he took just now were not too far back, just right!

From the puppet statue at the very beginning, which consumed Hagrid's strongest charged attack, to deflecting his shooting with an unknown method, misleading him to give up long-distance combat and use melee attack.

In the end, he was in front of him early, using the surrounding environment to cleverly set up traps, allowing Hagrid to plunge in.

After the whole battle, Quirrell had completely mastered the rhythm of the battle, and even the experienced Hagrid was played by him between applause.

Therefore, Hagrid's response was still within his expectations.

The heavy longbow hit the mud, helping Hagrid stabilize his figure. But the next moment, Quirrell's alder wand poked out from under the robe.

"Clear springs are like water!"

Water gushed out from the tip of the staff like a high-pressure water gun, but instead of rushing towards Hagrid, it fell into the swamp at Hagrid's feet.

The clear water mixed with the turbid mud, and under the control of Quirrell's magic power, the rotation accelerated, forming a mud vortex.

Hagrid had just stood firm when he felt his other foot, and before he knew it, it sank too.

His legs were trapped in the swamp mud, and even Hagrid's strength was useless.

If he struggled, he would be more trapped. He could watch his opponent take a few steps back and stand beside the unicorn.

But Quirrell was still not at ease, and continued to maintain the jet of water, an ordinary magic spell of life, but he just played it out.

The swirling mud brought up the silt that had been deposited under the swamp for many years, making the whole quagmire more viscous and deeper.

Hagrid sank little by little like this, until the mud covered the soles of his feet, his calves, and finally his waist and hips.

In such a situation, let alone a half-giant of mixed blood, even a real giant would have to spend some effort to break free.