Chapter 453 Do you like it?! (Thank you for the royal costume _ Don't forget the leader!)
Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, the location is unknown.
The black smoke and dust gradually condensed into a human form. Quirinus Quirrell gasped, and the figure appeared beside an ancient tree entangled with snake-like vines. The original hood had been lifted, and his face flashed.
A tremor of fear passed through.
"What is that?" His lips trembled and he was a little incoherent. "My great master... just now... the power of that curse. I have never seen such a terrifying killing curse. Who is that child...
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For the first time in so many years, Quirinus Quirrell faced such a powerful and swift spell that his mind went blank the moment the green light flashed, and he even forgot to open his mouth to resist.
If the Dark Lord hadn't temporarily taken over his body, he might have been reduced to a cold corpse at this time.
"Paracelsus... Paracelsus..."
A hoarse and low voice answered, with strong resentment and hatred in the voice.
Just now, Voldemort exhausted the little physical strength he had finally recovered during this period. If it weren't for the power of those few mouthfuls of unicorn blood, he might not even have the strength to speak.
What made him even more angry was the hesitation displayed by Quirinus Quirrell.
"Incompetent guy! I feel your cowardice, fear, and this disgusting stench... You are just a slow-moving old guy. If it were me who could use the killing curse, it would be at least several times more powerful than him."
Voldemort said viciously, but it was still difficult to conceal the fatigue and weakness behind the sharp voice.
"Quirinas, you disappoint me so much. Now, go back to the castle..."
"But, Master." Quirinus Quirrell trembled, with a trace of hesitation on his face.
"On my own, if I encounter that mysterious wizard or the big dog again - you know, my power is so weak, I am very worried -"
"Waste...waste...if you are really in danger, I will naturally help you when necessary..."
The Dark Lord roared in a low and hoarse voice, with extreme impatience in his tone.
"Is it possible that you think that finding a way requires my energy?!"
If it weren't for his damn sense of direction, he wouldn't have been stuck in a remote Albanian forest, waiting for a full ten years before he finally met Quirrell, an ignorant and stupid wizard.
You know, when he first became a wandering spirit, Voldemort once thought about going to Lestrange Manor to find his most loyal servant and subordinate Bellatrix Lestrange, but...
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Until Voldemort read the news of Bellatrix Lestrange's arrest from a roadside newspaper, he failed to find the correct path to Lestrange Manor in this chaotic and chaotic world.
You know, when his power was at its peak, the great Dark Lord never worried about these trivial issues.
Those loyal Death Eaters, as well as every wizard who harbored resentment against him and dared to call his name, were like torches in the dark night, lighting up the entire chaotic world in his mind.
The Dark Lord is everywhere and omnipotent...
He is in charge of the fear of the entire magical world. Wherever he goes, death will come. No one is exception, and no one can escape in advance.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Master, I'm going back to Hogwarts right now."
Feeling the displeasure and anger of the great being possessing his body, Quirrell trembled and kept apologizing, while raising his wand and placing it in his palm, he whispered - [Show me the way]
The wand turned in Quirrell's hand, and the tip of the wand turned 180 degrees, pointing behind him.
Quirinus Quirrell glanced at the wand in his hand and said softly with sudden realization.
"Ah, we should go this way...we ran in the opposite direction before."
"Shut up! You idiot! If it weren't for me, you would be a corpse now!"
I don’t know why, but since he met that little guy, all his plans have been disrupted. He is humble, just wants to survive, can’t beat dogs, eats soil, and earth demons, and feels that his soul is about to be angered.
It got boiling.
Even when he faced Dumbledore, he had never felt like this.
Fortunately, the power of unicorn blood has allowed him to recover at least a little bit of his physical strength. It may still be difficult to release magic, but if he just curses and roars, he can still do it.
"Master, master... don't get excited and pay attention to your health..."
Quirinus Quirrell swallowed, said cautiously, and was about to take a step forward.
At this moment, the two people (one person and one ghost?) heard a nightmare-like roar of a wild beast.
"Ouch! Ouch! Woof!"
"Master, master...the dog is chasing me..."
"What are you still doing? Idiot! Do you still want me to deal with that dirty and despicable mad dog?!"
"But Apparition can no longer be used!"
"Don't you have legs? I really want to turn you into a big snake, so at least you won't ask such stupid questions!"
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
"Get away! You dirty dog!"
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At the same time, on the other side of the Forbidden Forest, the same location is unknown.
Grindelwald sat on a bare wooden post and listened intently to what Elena told him about what had just happened. The expression on his face was particularly ugly. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.
As time went by, the first generation Dark Lord also began to experience Dumbledore's feeling of heart attack.
The old wizard took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile.
"So, you almost got yourself involved in trying to save a unicorn?"
"It just looks dangerous. I'm very measured. In fact, everything is under control..."
Elena glanced at the gloomy old potato, feeling inexplicably frightened. She smiled stiffly, pointed her fingertips on her chest, and whispered with her eyes wandering left and right.
Although it is indeed a little bit irrational to directly confront Voldemort, but judging from the results, it is good.
"Everything... is under control? Do you think I am blind?!"
Gellert Grindelwald glanced around the messy jungle - with this clearing as the center, almost all the surrounding bushes were broken in half, either burning with flames, or destroyed by dog claws or magic spells.
As for the center of the open space, which is the "center of the firefight", the ground is full of large and small potholes. The dirt in the forest looks like it has just been gnawed by dogs. There are pieces missing everywhere. It is hard to imagine.
How fierce was the previous battle?
"The situation has become so serious that you have to let Lu Wei return to his original shape. Do you think you have control over this situation?!"
A vein popped up on the old wizard's forehead. He stretched out his finger and poked the naughty kid in front of him on the forehead.
"Not to mention, any wizard who can hunt unicorns alone, if he really gets aggressive, will probably be able to avoid the three-headed dog before dying and cast a curse on you even if he is injured.
of."
After returning from Salzburg, Grindelwald discovered that Elena seemed to have awakened some strange preference and was very keen to get involved in various battles that were beyond her age.
Or to put it another way, Elena Kaslana, this kid is a little bloated.
As a combat wizard at the top of the magical world, Gellert Grindelwald is very aware of the possible consequences of this mentality. If it is not stopped in time, it may be difficult for this little girl to live smoothly enough to be able to stand alone.
when.
"When I return to Hogwarts Castle, I will propose to Albus that I add at least one practical curse combat class to you every week. It is time for you to clearly understand your own shortcomings and limitations."
Grindelwald glanced at Elena, who was covering her head and hiding away, and said in a tone that could not be criticized.
"At least... you won't accidentally offend someone one day and suddenly die in a corner where no one knows."
"Isn't that because the situation is urgent? If I don't take action, that big guy will be killed."
Elena stuck out her tongue, hugged the little golden unicorn in front of her, and explained with a smile.
"You know, I've always liked magical animals..."
"Hmph! You just want to fool others with your words. I don't understand you yet?!"
Grindelwald snorted coldly, interrupted Elena's weak defense, and pointed at the little unicorn in the girl's arms.
"Does that mean you like it? You're greedy for other people's bodies! You _____"
"It's different, it's different. You can't eat unicorns."
Elena shook her head solemnly, used a little strength in her hands, hugged the somewhat uneasy golden little cutie in her arms, raised her head to look at Grindelwald in front of her with a serious face, and retorted softly.
"Killing a unicorn is an extremely cruel thing. Although the blood of a unicorn has the power to extend life, the moment its blood touches our lips, our lives will be cursed and become
A half-immortal life - this is the knowledge you taught me when you were at Nurmengard Castle."
"Oh? Really..."
Grindelwald glanced at Elena and the little unicorn who had noticed with a half-smile, and raised his eyebrows.
"But I seem to remember that some people directly refuted me with very powerful opinions?"
"The unicorn is a creature that exists in nature. As a herbivore, it is not qualified to be the end of the food chain, so it must be a link in the natural food chain that can be hunted and eaten."
Hearing the voice of the old wizard not far away, the little golden unicorn in Elena's arms moved its ears, and a look of confusion appeared in its big lake-blue eyes, as well as a trace of human uneasiness.
"Eh? Don't listen."
Elena's face froze, she blinked, and quickly covered the ears of the little unicorn in her arms.
As expected, Gellert Grindelwald paused, then recalled Elena's words and repeated.
"If unicorns were not edible, or were costly and had no natural enemies, then as a herbivore, they would have covered most of the world over a long period of time, instead of being as rare as they are today.
——So you come to the conclusion that the curse of unicorn blood is definitely exaggerated or misunderstood."
The old man's voice didn't know what kind of magic was cast on it, as if it sounded directly from Elena's ears instead of coming from a distance.
"You have made many assumptions about this: for example, if you hunt a unicorn for the purpose of food and sustenance, it is very likely that it will not trigger the so-called blood curse; for example, if you hunt it through cooking or
After the magic potion is processed, it can neutralize and change the..."
Haha~
At this moment, the little unicorn that was originally held in Elena's arms suddenly broke free from the girl's arms with a strong force.
I saw this little golden guy running in a panic to the big unicorn that stood up slowly. His eyes wandered back and forth between the two humans in front of him, his eyes filled with nervousness and confusion.
"Shut up! It's hard to find a little animal that's not afraid of me!"
Elena glared hard at Grindelwald, who was smiling as brightly as a chrysanthemum, then turned her head and looked at the two unicorns, one big and one small, and said softly, trying hard to express her kindness.
"Well...as long as I'm not starving to death, I won't eat you."
Gulu~
Gululu~
As soon as the girl finished speaking, a series of sudden stomach growls sounded in the open space.
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Guacri~ Another big chapter with more than 3,000 words! Thank you to the leader!
As I write this, I suddenly feel a little addicted to the CP of Quirrell and Voldemort, emmmmm, it’s so poisonous~