Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

For Voldemort, Quirrell can be described as respectful and fearful.

He couldn't forget that in order to gain practical experience in defense against black arts, he went deep into the Romanian black forest, met several vampires and forest witches, and was forced into a panic.

It was the master, relying on the body of the remnant soul, guiding him to use a lost black magic ritual to wipe out those enemies in one fell swoop.

From then on, he stayed by Voldemort's side under the threat of his life, and was soon overwhelmed by the dark lord's profound knowledge.

For the brilliant student of Ravenclaw, the knowledge of the Dark Lord held an extraordinary fascination, both evil and brilliant, a new version that he had no access to at Hogwarts.

That old honey Dumbledore would not tell him such wonderful knowledge at all, he would only say "love", "love", "love", can that thing be eaten? Can you help him regain his confidence?

Just because he became a teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Snape, that greasy-headed monster, has been making trouble for him. Can Dumbledore's "love" keep helping him?

After all, he fell into Voldemort's arms. He wanted to gain the master's appreciation, complete the master's tasks, gain more knowledge, improve his own strength, and prove himself!

And with Quirrell's full spellcasting, the first to suffer is the little Charmander Nobeta.

After all, this little guy has only been born for less than a dozen days, and being able to stand in a stalemate with an adult wizard like Quirrell until now is considered an extraordinary performance.

Now that an attack pattern has been reused several times, some of her little habits were quickly mastered by Quirrell.

When she walked through the branches and leaves again, she was about to circle around the enemy's back and breathe out flames.

Seven or eight old vines hanging between the branches and leaves suddenly came alive, like giant pythons wrapped around Nobeta's body, some tied their wings, some pulled their tails, and some even resembled horses. Like a bridle, it covered her head.

As she struggled, the dead branches and leaves fell like rain, but there were more and more vines, and the little Charmander was like a moth caught in a spider's web, unable to break free.

Of course, Hagrid on the side would not just sit back and watch this happen, and immediately aimed at Quirrell, shooting with an arrow.

The sharp arrow was as fast as thunder, but as it got closer to the target, its speed became slower and slower.

The air in front of Quirrell seemed to have turned into a puddle of sticky glue, rushing forward and blocking the arrow.

Waves of invisible force came from all directions, up, down, left, and right, repeatedly wearing down the powerful force contained in the arrow.

As the saying goes, at the end of a crossbow, it is impossible to pierce Lu Jin. When the arrow flew to a distance of less than one meter from Qiluo's chest, it was powerless to move forward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of the bowstring vibrating sounded one after another, but these few arrows still followed in the footsteps of the previous one. Three or four arrows were imprisoned in the air in front of Quirrell like this, just like in "The Matrix". Like the bullet in front of Ao.

And with Quirrell's wave of his hand, the suspended arrows immediately changed direction and flew towards Hagrid at a faster speed.

Facing the arrows flying backwards, Hagrid hastily protected his head with his arms. Those arrows looked powerful, and they all bounced off his long-haired monster coat.

However, at the next moment, a majestic force pounded heavily on his chest and arms.

As if standing in front of the dam's spillway and facing the raging flood, Hagrid was shot flying, smashing a giant log as thick as his waist, lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Seeing that the two annoying big bugs had been dealt with, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief at last. He turned around and looked at the unicorn, ready to continue to complete the master's task, regardless of the pursuit of victory.

His time is running out.

"Ah! Who is it! Who did it!"

A mournful howl resounded throughout the Forbidden Forest, it really made the listeners sad, and those who heard it shed tears.

The dying unicorn, which was lying on the edge of the open space, disappeared!

Only the traces of the struggle and the large glistening blood in the clearing prove that it once existed.

The unicorn just disappeared out of thin air, without even a trace of unnecessary dragging.

"Crackling."

Quirrell, who was in a hurry, waved his wand vigorously. The surrounding mire, trees, land, wherever his wand pointed, sawdust, water splashes, soil, and broken branches and leaves were flying all over the sky. baptism.

In this way, he was still not relieved, and directly aimed his wand at the little charmander Nobetta hanging in mid-air.

At this moment, with a "swipe", a black shadow suddenly flashed past Nobeta's side.

Like a divine soldier descending from heaven, Clark held the activated rope in one hand and the magic wand in the other, like Tarzan of the Ape, wrapped the rope around the branches and swung over.

With the waving of the magic wand, the sharp light flickered, and the vines binding the little charmander Nobeta were broken silkily.

Before Quirrell cast the spell, the little guy finally broke free, spread his wings, and accompanied Clark crookedly, and landed beside Hagrid.

The bursting vines splashed out emerald green juice, which became the gorgeous background board behind them, and real men are like this, never looking back at the explosion.

"Where's the unicorn?" Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Clark and Norberta, who were safe and sound. He stood up, resisting the pain in his arms and chest, and stood in front of them. At the same time, he didn't forget to care The badly wounded unicorn.

"Do not worry."

Clark stretched out his hand, and the other end of the activated rope wrapped around the branch was loosened, and retracted back into his arm with a whistling sound.

"It's safe now, but we still need to hold this guy for a few more minutes." Clark said confidently, turning the wand in his hand.

"no problem!"

Hagrid gave an affirmative answer, without needing to say anything more, he directly picked up the big tree beside him that was broken by him, and rushed towards Quirrell as if holding a battering ram.

The huge canopy well shields the enemy's sight. No matter how powerful Quirrell's spell is, if it hits the canopy, it will blow up the branches and leaves. For that thick tree, it is nothing more than a drop in the bucket .

Seeing that the meat shield had already stepped forward, Clark was naturally not far behind.

With the cover of the tree canopy, with a wave of his hand, the activation rope on his left hand suddenly stretched and shot out, wrapped around the tree trunk in Hagrid's hand, and then contracted again, and he jumped into the tree canopy with this pulling force. in hiding.

Norbeta on the side flew into the air under the command of his soul link, provided him with Quirrell's dynamics from a height, and used flame breath to deter the enemy at any time.

Quirrell is in a state of rage at the moment. The disappearance of the unicorn has made his mentality collapse. Now he will see Hagrid and the others rushing up like endless goblins. He has always been proud and calm, Also a little out of hand.

"enough!"

When he swung his wand and was about to split the entire tree trunk from it, a shrill voice exploded in his head.