God of the Universe Begins with Harry Potter

"Ting Ye, why are you in the Forbidden Forest at this time?" Professor Quirrell asked Ye Ting in a cold tone he had never had before, approaching him as he spoke.

"Stand still, Professor Quirrell," Ye Ting pointed at him with his wand and shouted loudly, "Or I will use magic to make you stand still."

Hearing this, Professor Quirrell stopped.

"You actually pointed your wand at a professor," he sneered and threatened Ye Ting, "appearing in the forbidden forest in the middle of the night and pointing your wand at the professor, if you don't repent, Ravenclaw will Points are deducted for you, and you're going to be locked up."

Seeing Voldemort in front of him actually pretending to be Professor Quirrell to lure him, Ye Ting felt that his IQ was insulted.

"Are you kidding me?" He mocked indifferently. "Or, is the dignified Dark Lord so depraved that he has to rely on liars to survive?"

Professor Quirrell was visibly stunned when he heard this, and then started shaking with anger.

"You recognize me?" His voice suddenly became sharp, as if it was not a human voice: "Ravenclaw genius, filthy Mudblood, how did you recognize me?"

"I've noticed something wrong with Professor Quirrell for a long time," Ye Ting explained in a cold voice: "The smell of garlic all over your body is obviously to cover up your stench, and that troll trick on Halloween can't fool you. I, you still want to kill Harry on the Quidditch field, plus the thirst for the Philosopher's Stone, and the thirst for unicorn blood, no one can meet the above conditions except you, the half-dead Dark Lord. ."

Of course, this is all made up by him, in order to scare Voldemort and delay time for the unicorn, the healing potion cannot take effect so quickly, and if there is an injured unicorn present, he will There is no way to let go.

"Hmph, isn't it?" After listening to Ye Ting's analysis, Voldemort snorted coldly, but he was secretly startled and sighed at the wisdom of the first-year wizard in front of him, so he threatened: "As expected, it is Ravenclaw. A genius, unfortunately, you shouldn't be here, it will cost you your life."

"Lost your life?" Ye Ting asked back, "I think it's you who will lose your life. You actually killed a unicorn in the forbidden forest! Aren't you afraid of the curse? No, of course you are not, because the Dead you have to rely on the curse in unicorn blood to stay half-dead, right."

"Since you already know," he whispered, "then get out of the way, my goal is only the unicorn behind you, if you leave now, I can spare your life, I can even After you return, I specially allow you, a lowly Muggle, to become my subordinate, and I can see that you have power far beyond your peers..."

Hearing what he said, Ye Ting laughed out loud, as if he heard some ridiculous joke.

"Get out of here? Join your subordinates? It's up to you? You, a half-dead, bereaved dog, can't even protect himself, and you have the face to threaten me here? Don't you have half the lowly Muggle blood yourself?"

Facing Ye Ting's irony, Voldemort couldn't bear it any longer, he waved his wand, and a green light flew towards Ye Ting.

Originally, Ye Ting only needed to dodge lightly, and the green light couldn't hit him, but in order to protect the unicorn behind him, Ye Ting had no choice but to accept this magic.

He used "Spell Weaver" to cast a metamorphosis technique on the dead wood beside him, and the dead wood immediately rose from the ground and turned into a thick concrete wall.

The green light hit the concrete wall, blowing a big hole in it, but it was blocked anyway.

"Too weak," Ye Ting sighed and sighed in an aria-like tone: "The dignified Dark Lord has become so weak that even a first-year wizard can't handle it."

Voldemort was almost mad at his words, he began to ignore the magic power and bombarded Ye Ting indiscriminately.

Ye Ting responded calmly, blocking Voldemort's attacks one by one with polymorphism or counter-curse.

Finally, Voldemort stopped his frantic attack - his own state was not very good, and his magic power was almost exhausted after this waste.Ye Ting immediately seized the opportunity and fired a smashing spell on him.

The spell hit Voldemort, but he was not blown to pieces. There was probably some way to stop the blow, but the spell didn't completely fail, and he fell to the ground with a face full of pain.

"You sly mudblood..." Voldemort scolded through gritted teeth, and then turned into black smoke, avoiding Ye Ting's second smashing curse.

The ground was immediately blasted out of a big hole.

However, the black smoke sank into the dark jungle, and Ye Ting lost Voldemort's position.

He had no choice but to be on guard, fortunately there were two magical creatures around him as radars.

Suddenly, the unicorn hissed towards the jungle on the left, Ye Ting turned to look, and saw the black smoke condensed into Voldemort.

A tragic green magic shot towards Ye Ting, with the breath of death in the light.

It's Avada's life!

This spell was almost impossible to resist with ordinary spells, but Ye Ting still didn't move. He calmly used the spell to catch a fish in the lake, and the fish flew in the air, blocking the attack of the death spell.

However, Voldemort seized the opportunity to take the lead, and the offensive continued.

Next, two more death curses flew towards him.

Ye Ting caught another fish and a rabbit, respectively blocking two attacks.

However, he could no longer block the fourth attack of the Death Curse - a small animal with insufficient size is not enough to resist the Death Curse, but Ye Ting couldn't find a fourth one that could be used in a short period of time. Small animals.

His right hand was already in his pocket, and he was about to summon Orianna almost immediately.

Just then, the unicorn behind him tugged at his cloak with his mouth.

Ye Ting looked back and saw that the unicorn had stood up smoothly, and her injury had recovered.

The fourth death curse came flying, and before Ye Ting could react, the unicorn bravely greeted him and blocked the death curse.

The death curse hit her in the horn, and then eerily lost its effect.

This shocked Ye Ting. He didn't know that the unicorn's horn actually had such a function.

But when I think about the powerful magic resistance of the unicorn's fur, it makes sense.

Of course, at this time, the unicorn's horns were also charred black, and it seemed that this would not be the case in a short time.

The unicorn glanced at Ye Ting, his eyes full of pride, and of course, he also looked forward to compliments.

Ye Ting didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she didn't look like a little girl, but he still touched her soft mane rewardingly.

Then, the unicorn walked in front of Ye Ting, lowered his body slightly, and motioned him to ride on it.

For the unicorn, allowing the ride is a step further than stroking, and it seems that his behavior has made the relationship between the unicorn and him further.

Ye Ting was just stunned for a moment, then turned over and stood up, then looked at Voldemort who was recovering his magic power in the distance.

Time to turn the offensive.