As a magic stone maker who has lived for hundreds of years, Paracelsus may have used more magical animal materials than he has ever seen in his life, but it was just a wild unicorn.
It's not as if you are looking for trouble just because of a wild beast.
After hearing the old wizard's voice, several thoughts flashed through Quirinus Quirrell's mind.
Is this the reason...
Quirinus Quirrell and Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, this would be much easier to handle.
After all, although they were a little frustrated and embarrassed, during the entire brief exchange of fire, they had been passively being beaten. Strictly speaking, they had never encountered the little guy at all.
After finally waiting until she could start to counterattack, Elena summoned a three-headed hell dog from her chest and chased him all over the field. She was busy collecting the soil stained with the unicorn's blood before it was too late.
It was even more impossible to fight back.
"...Professor Quirrell, I said. If you dare to hurt that child, I will kill him with my own hands..."
"Wait! I haven't even touched a hair on her head!"
However, before Grindelwald could finish speaking, the young Defense Against the Dark Arts professor suddenly took the initiative to remove the wand in his hand, turned around and looked at the old wizard, with a bit of humiliation and a bit of anger.
Said loudly.
"From beginning to end! From beginning to end...she was the one beating me!"
"Eh?! Is that so?"
Grindelwald's face froze, and the momentum that had finally been brewing was interrupted again.
Only now did Gellert Grindelwald finally have the time to see clearly the miserable state of the young wizard in front of him.
If Quirinus Quirrell had given other reasons, Grindelwald might have hesitated a lot, but this kind of "victim" cry made the old devil believe him almost immediately.
Most of it.
The current appearance of this poor Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can no longer be described as simply embarrassed.
Halloween is approaching, and the temperature in the Scottish Highlands has already dropped to the lowest level of the year. Even if you are wearing autumn clothes, you can feel the slightest chill. However, there is only a layer of tattered lined singles left on Quirrell's body.
.
As the bleak forest wind blew by, Grindelwald could clearly see it, and the young wizard shivered unconsciously.
The clothes on Quirinus Quirrell's chest and abdomen had long been torn into tattered strips of cloth, and the exposed skin was unnaturally bloody. If it weren't for the unknown silver magic covering it, just this wound would have been...
It is enough to make most human beings lose any ability to move.
As a personal teacher and witness to how Elena turned ordinary explosive spells into destructive spells that were almost similar to dark magic, Grindelwald knew the wounds on Quirrell's body just by looking at it.
There is a high probability that it was the work of that white-haired dumpling.
There is no doubt that this is probably the reason why Elena triggered the Unbreakable Vow.
Although he didn't know the specific situation at that time, but judging from the contract situation, at least one thing Gellert Grindelwald was sure of was that Elena was definitely the one who attacked first.
And judging from Quirrell's miserable situation, the sneak attack must still be the same as before.
but……
Grindelwald narrowed his eyes. Just when Quirrell thought the old man was about to ask more questions, the old wizard raised his wand and pointed forward without any warning, and a scorching magical beam struck him on the cheek.
The trees behind.
"Maybe he didn't hit me. But you fought back, right?"
Looking at the young wizard in front of him who had narrowly escaped his spell again, Gellert Grindelwald raised his eyebrows with interest, spoke slowly and softly, tapped the wand in his hand, and tapped a few more times.
The magic curse flew forward.
"And you should have shown a certain degree of threat, otherwise the child would not have been able to release the three-headed dog on his own initiative. Elena's lack of injury only shows that she is lucky and her strength is barely passable..."
"Oh, don't look at me with that surprised look, otherwise what do you want to hear, meaningless sympathy and patient judgment of right and wrong... I'm sorry, that is Dumbledore's way of doing things, not mine.
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Unlike Albus Dumbledore, Grindelwald has always adhered to the habit of taking the initiative and eliminating hidden dangers in advance.
Perhaps in terms of the incident itself, the poor Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is indeed more reasonable than Elena, but for Grindelwald, it is never which side is more reasonable that affects his behavior.
"Damn! Why are you such an unreasonable bastard again!"
Quirinus Quirrell cursed in a low voice, dodged the light of the curse with some embarrassment, turned around and ran towards the exit of the Forbidden Forest without hesitation - the three-headed dog of hell plus a man who was several hundred years old
The legendary wizard is no longer something he can deal with.
I saw him running quickly, and the wand in his hand was swishing backwards to throw out various magic spells.
Compared with the aging first-generation Dark Lord, the young and strong Quirinus Quirrell has a particularly obvious advantage in physical fitness. At least in this kind of forest chase, as long as you pay attention to protection and dodge spells, you can run.
You can still run away.
The premise is...the other party must also abide by the rules of chasing on foot.
"As expected, he is a young man and has really good physical strength..."
Grindelwald glanced at the young man running fast not far away. After trying to catch up for two steps, he decisively stopped, turned around and climbed onto the back of the huge three-headed dog next to him.
Yi Yang.
"Lu Wei, catch up with him!"
Facing the curse issued by Quirrell, Grindelwald had no intention of dodge. He shook his wand lazily, and a translucent arc-shaped magic shield emerged, lightly receiving all the attacks coming towards him.
.
Immediately afterwards, a light blue magic fire gushes out from the top of the old wizard's wand, transforming into a blue phoenix and quickly pounces on the back of the fleeing young wizard not far away. All the trees along the way are like hot cheese.
, silently melted into two pieces under the scorching wings, unable to form even a half-second barrier.
The temperature of the entire forest seemed to change from autumn to midsummer noon in an instant. Following the flight of the blue phoenix, everything seemed to begin to burn, and a straight flame trajectory firmly locked onto the wizard in front.
Quirinus Quirrell had never thought that just ordinary flames could become so terrifying. In his impression, even the legendary black magic [Fire Curse] did not seem to be so terrifying.
A heart-stopping power.
This seems to be... a desperate force from purgatory that can swallow up souls and magic at the same time.
"Quirinas, concentrate on identifying the direction and leave the rest to me."
At this moment, Voldemort's weak and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Quirrell's mind.
As Voldemort's voice came to mind, Quirinus Quirrell reached into his arms with his left hand uncontrollably, took out a piece of soil stained with silvery white blood, and stuffed the giant scarf behind his head very roughly.
in.
"Master, master... you are..."
"That's enough! Don't worry about me! Run towards the castle, bah!"
While chewing the dirt mixed with unicorn blood, Voldemort said viciously, "This old madman, bah, I'll deal with it. Bah bah! As long as we return to Hogwarts, we will be safe."
Once he returned to Hogwarts Castle, as a formal professor of Hogwarts without any mistakes or misdeeds, it was impossible for the old wizard to kill Quirrell in front of so many teachers and students.
Facing the old wizard who was most likely "Paracelsus", Voldemort didn't want to take a gamble unless he had to. If he became a wandering spirit and completely lost the power to resist, he would be able to escape smoothly.
Lose.
From Grindelwald's perspective, Professor Quirrell's right arm was twisted with a click, folded into a weird shape, and he tremblingly raised his wand towards the back, aiming it at the particularly terrifying...
Flame Phoenix.
The next second, a black hole-like vortex appeared at the top of the wand.
The light blue flames were quickly swallowed up, and the phoenix carrying the aura of death seemed to be plunged into a quagmire. It disappeared silently into the air without even raising any waves.
"Oh?! Finally someone else took action."
The corners of Grindelwald's mouth raised, and there was a bit of amusement in his eyes.
Finally, it started to become a little interesting.
Just bullying a crappy ordinary wizard is really boring for him.
Moreover, based on his understanding of Elena, if Professor Quirrell really only had the magic power just now, it would be impossible for him to persist to the stage of "discharging the dog" attack under the indiscriminate bombardment of that little girl.
"Speaking of which...you're the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, right?"
The wand in Grindelwald's hand burst out a few sparks, intercepting the counterattack of the curse that suddenly became fierce in front of him, grinning, and said meaningfully.
"Then, let me see if you are really qualified for your job, 'Professor Quirrell'? Just think of it as...accumulating practical experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Avada eats the big melon!"
"Avada eats a big melon! Bah, bah!"
Two dazzling green beams of light lit up in the Forbidden Forest almost simultaneously.
Although the two generations of Dark Lords had never met in their heyday, under the influence of Elena, the first incident occurred in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts where no one was watching.
Have friendly discussions and exchanges.
However, both parties do not yet know the true identity of the other party.
At the same time, on the other side of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.
Elena, who originally went to chase unicorns, got into a little accident...