Quirrell sat cross-legged next to the black lake. He looked at the familiar body, which was completely controlled by others, but he was like a spectator. He could only watch and could not do anything... This made him very painful and frightened.
Quirrell knew that it was a magic called "Shapechanger" that allowed the Dark Lord to control his body.
This also shows that the Dark Lord's power is gradually increasing. After all, earlier, he spent most of his time sleeping.
This is the effect of sucking unicorn blood. Unicorn blood can extend life and heal injuries, but sucking this pure blood will also cause curses and backlash.
Quirrell has recently been hunting unicorns in the Forbidden Forest and giving them to Voldemort. Especially after being seriously injured after being hit by the Bludger, the demand for them has increased sharply.
"Qi Luo, you said that such a beautiful creature like a unicorn... died like this, isn't it a tragedy?"
The sudden question brought Quirrell's consciousness back to reality. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that the Dark Lord was talking to him.
Quirrell didn't know how to answer. Is the Dark Lord talking about philosophy, tragedy in the literary category, or from a realistic perspective...things are not like their own kind?
Quirrell had taught Muggle studies before and knew a lot about Muggles. For a moment, he didn't know from which angle to answer.
He couldn't answer either. His body was controlled and he couldn't open his mouth at all.
The Dark Lord didn't want to hear Quirrell's answer. He just wanted to chat with someone while eating.
I used to talk to Nagini, but after coming to the UK, I left Nagini in the Albanian forest. I don’t know how she is doing now.
"I think the death of the unicorn is a tragedy..." After a pause, Voldemort asked and answered himself in a romantic tone:
"When I was wandering in Albania, I heard a troubadour from the Far East say that tragedy is tearing all the good things to pieces for people to see.
I like this sentence. So, I also like to create tragedies..."
There was another burst of hoarse laughter, and through the reflection of the lake, Quirrell saw the Dark Lord taking the captured unicorn and moving it towards his mouth again.
Voldemort opened his mouth, bit the unicorn's neck, and drank its precious blood.
Voldemort felt that his soul had been cleansed and exuded a special sense of satisfaction. It was a kind of satisfaction from the inside out, as if he was filled by a unicorn.
The unicorn's blood is nourishing him, making him gradually stronger.
After ten years of losing his body, Voldemort clearly felt that his power was growing for the first time. This was a wonderful aura.
As for the unicorn's curse... Hehe, he loses all his power and wanders around half-dead, which is the biggest curse for him!
He has nothing to lose!!
In the distance, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded, interrupting Voldemort's meal.
He lifted up Quirrell's robe, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth gracefully, looked up and saw those annoying centaurs.
The leader Berrett discovered that the black-robed wizard was sucking the blood of the unicorn. His face was full of anger. He opened his big bow and drew it like the full moon.
Sharp arrows shot at the black-robed wizard!
Voldemort let go of the dying unicorn and threw it aside. He stood up and raised Quirrell's wand.
The arrow shot through the air and was about to land on Voldemort's face when it suddenly stopped and hung in the air.
Voldemort raised his wand and pressed the tip of the wand against the tip of the arrow. The arrow instantly shattered in the air, but it did not break apart and was wrapped in a black mist.
He held the wand in his right hand, slowly pulled out an index finger, flicked his finger, and the arrow flew back. Barrett shot another arrow, trying to shoot down the arrow, but it was bounced away by the black mist.
The arrow drew an arc and pierced Barrett's palm holding the bow at an extremely fast speed. The wound was corroded by the black mist and made a hissing sound.
Barrett endured the pain. He did not throw away the big bow in his hand, but lowered his right arm with a bloody palm. He held the bow with one hand with his left arm and drew the bow with a horse's hoof!
"Get out!" Voldemort said with an indifferent expression: "You despicable and despicable species, don't interfere with my meal."
The centaurs were furious, and Barrett shouted: "Fire the arrow!"
Dozens of horsemen fired arrows at the same time, and arrows rained down. Black dots gathered densely in the sky, and the arrows shot towards them. The bowstring was tightened and then suddenly released, making a buzzing sound.
Voldemort smiled disdainfully. He twisted his wrist and summoned a shield in front of him. The arrow feathers seemed to hit the iron plate and were all bounced away. The ground was instantly filled with scattered arrows. The soil cracked and dust flew everywhere.
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"Since you are seeking death, I will fulfill your wish!"
Voldemort smiled grimly, he can't defeat Dumbledore now, and he can't defeat you despicable centaurs?
He raised his wand, and a black flame popped out from the tip.
The flame was extremely small and fell on the lake, but it did not go out. Instead, it burned and burst into black smoke.
"Be careful, it's a powerful fire spell." Luo Fu reminded: "It will burn all objects, so don't touch the flames."
The black flame, which was originally only the size of a flame, gradually grew in size after burning the lake water, then continued to struggle and twist, and finally turned into a black fire snake.
As Voldemort waved his wand, the black fire snake, which was originally less than one meter long, jumped towards the centaur.
One meter, three meters, ten meters.
The flames engulfed the surrounding trees, and the fire snake grew larger and larger, quickly sweeping towards the centaurs.
Rolf originally thought that he had become very powerful after acquiring the magic of so many magical animals.
But I didn't expect to meet Voldemort... Even Voldemort who was just attached to Quirrell was completely powerless to parry.
Suddenly, a strange song sounded in the sky. The sound was ethereal, but it was inspiring. The centaur tribe, which had almost collapsed, regained its courage.
After a burst of flames, the phoenix appeared, and Dumbledore followed suit, holding the phoenix's long golden tail tightly with one hand.
The next moment, a powerful black flame rushed towards his face. Dumbledore stood at the front. His sleeves were fluttering, and they were blown by the strong wind. He raised a wand and said loudly:
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The black fire snake was more than ten meters long, circling and flying, hitting Dumbledore with a wave of heat.
At this time, the white-haired old man stood tall against the wind, and a magic barrier appeared in front of him, like an invisible mirror.
After the black flame collided with the mirror, bursts of dazzling sparks burst out, the light was overflowing and extremely bright. The barrier was constantly compressing and the flames were rapidly dissipating.
Although Dumbledore's sleeves and hair were blown wildly, his body did not take a step back.
The old man waved his magic wand again, raised his head and whispered:
"The storm is coming."
In the mountain forest, hundreds of strong winds blew from far away and gathered together to form a tornado, which picked up the flapping fire snakes and flew towards the sky.
Dumbledore exuded a powerful aura, and the centaurs looked at him in awe.
Bain was even more embarrassed. He swallowed and decided to follow Gretel's warning and stay away from the little wizard.
Voldemort's face was gloomy and uncertain. He had absorbed a lot of unicorn blood, making him stronger enough to control Quirrell's body.
But the upper limit of power is only Quirrell himself.
Quirrell's strength is not bad, especially after he has taught him carefully for a long time. Otherwise, he would not have been able to sneak into Gringotts and escape from the Aurors.
But it is completely impossible to compare with Dumbledore.
Even when Voldemort was completely victorious, he did not dare to say that he could guarantee victory against Dumbledore.
The black figure turned and ran away.
"Go and save that unicorn." Dumbledore finished speaking and followed him out.
Rolf rode his broomstick and flew towards the almost dry lake, and finally landed on the shore.
The unicorn was lying on the ground, its chest rising and falling slightly, and silver-white blood constantly pouring out of its neck, still not damaging its sanctity and beauty.
But its vitality has not been cut off, so the pain it endures will also be more severe and prolonged.
Rove moved the injured unicorn into the box, and there was a "ding" in his mind.
[A wild unicorn is detected, triggering a side mission:]
Heal a seriously injured unicorn, bonus magic:
【Healing Hands】
[Powerful healing ability, when you touch the body of a magical creature with your heart, you can speed up the wound]
