Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

On the overgrown path, the dim lantern was grasped by Hagrid's big hand, and scattered lights were scattered.

The lack of vision makes the road under your feet more and more difficult to walk, but compared to being discovered by the enemy in advance, these difficulties are tolerable.

The two of Clark kept walking through the dark, dense woods. The surrounding branches and leaves were pulling them. Every now and then, a beam of moonlight projected from the branches overhead, illuminating the increasingly dense silver-blue bloodstains on the fallen leaves.

"boom!"

Suddenly, he heard the sound of some kind of heavy object falling in front of him. Hagrid, who was walking in front, immediately stopped and stood in front of him. At the same time, he held the lantern in his hand and the long wooden box on his shoulder. Put it down and hold the heavy crossbow in his hand.

"Shh..."

Hagrid cautiously turned his head and gestured at him, then moved forward a little bit.

Clark clenched the wand in his hand and followed closely behind.

The two hid their bodies behind a huge ancient oak tree, and through the tangled branches and leaves, looked at a clearing in the center of the forbidden forest.

All I could see was a pure white thing lying on the ground in the middle of the pitch-dark, covered with branches, leaves, and mud, shining brightly.

That's right, that's the unicorn that Clark and the others were looking for!

But at the moment it doesn't seem to be in a good state. Even if it is far away, you can see that a hideous and terrifying wound appeared in its abdomen, almost torn it open, and a piece of intestines flowed from the wound, dragging on the ground.

Obviously, after being seriously injured, the unicorn still relied on its strong vitality and fled for a long time. It was not until exhausted and exhausted that it fell into this open space and fell into a state of near death.

At this moment, the bright moon in the sky broke through the blockade of the dark clouds, just sticking out his head, as if he couldn't bear to see this beautiful creature fall, turning the silver moonlight into a beam of light, covering the unicorn's body, flickering with it. The light matches.

The silver beam of light projected from the moon should also be its last means of survival. Even if it was far away, Clark could still feel the abundant magic fluctuations in the beam of light.

Cold as water, warm as jade, like the warm embrace of a loved one, and those cool cherry lips.

Unfortunately, all this seems to be useless, and its enemies should have expected this long ago.

Dark smoke came out from its hideous wound, grunting like poisonous gas emerging from hot magma, turning into an abstract skull, and under the shroud of the beam of light, it opened its mouth and emitted Silent grin.

Clark also suddenly felt a strong, unknown aura from the black smoke that he had never seen before.

This kind of breath is dark, chaotic and huge. If you feel it carefully, you can find that it is a lot of pain, malice and resentment extracted and compressed together.

To make such a blow, its user must have committed a lot of sin before this, and listened to the screams of countless victims.

To be honest, this is the first time Clark has seen the real effects of top-level black magic.

In the wizarding world that has been peaceful for nearly ten years, even a pure-blood wizard family who has been exposed to magic since childhood, such a scene is rare.

In the deep and dark forest glade, the seriously injured unicorn was dying, the blue-silver blood mixed with the mud on the ground.

A huge skull made of thick black smoke hovered above it, arrogant and reckless. That malicious aura made even Clark, who was hiding in the distance, feel like a awn on his back, a sting in his throat, and a feeling of being on pins and needles!

And the silver beam of light shining down from the bright moon, originally intended to treat unicorns, collided with the black smoke blocking the road, like cold water pouring on boiling oil, causing the black smoke to crackle and burst from time to time. A wailing human face resentment emerged from the black smoke. Under the moonlight with magic power, it showed a happy smile and turned into wisps of blue smoke.

"Hi~" Hagrid, who saw this situation, also sucked in a breath of cold air, shocked by the power of this black magic, and subconsciously clenched the giant bow in his hand.

The black smoke and beam of light not far away were still at a stalemate, but although the unicorn's purification magic was powerful, the effect was too slow. If there is no accident, in its current state, it will not be able to support the time when the black smoke is purified by the moonlight.

Of course, the kind Hagrid would not sit back and watch this situation appear in front of him, nor would he care about the enemy hidden in the dark. When his mind became hot, he immediately prepared to rush to rescue the poor unicorn.

Fortunately, Clark, who was beside him, was still very calm, and grabbed him, "Wait, you see—"

Hagrid looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw a bush on the edge of the clearing shaking unnaturally, shaking... Then, a hooded figure emerged from the shadows in the forest.

Clark narrowed his eyes, trying hard to see the face under the hood, but there was only a piece of nothingness in his eyes, as if there was not a person under the wizard's robe, but a black hole that devoured all light. ,

Even the surrounding environment that was originally brightened by the dew of the moon has dimmed by three points with his appearance.

However, even though he put on a robe and made a disguise, Clark still knew his identity, that is Voldemort's human mecha, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts - Quirinus Quirrell!

When Hagrid saw the appearance of the unicorn murderer, he couldn't hold back.

I saw him standing tall, bending bows and arrows, arms like holding a baby, his whole person's temperament changed, his simple and honest appearance changed, as if he had turned into a majestic mountain, and it seemed to have become a generous earth. , perfectly integrated with nature, standing there quietly.

The shadow didn't seem to notice the existence of Hagrid and Clark, like a ghost without feet, like a beast trying to prey, slowly sliding towards the unicorn in the middle of the clearing, the long robe dragging on his Behind him, he swept the fallen leaves and made a rustling sound.

The black smoke skulls in the sky were purified to less than one tenth, but the silver beam of light was also reduced by half because the unicorn's consciousness was already blurred.

Quirrell and the unicorn were getting closer and closer, as if everything had fallen to the ground.

In such a situation, even Clark, who has always shown his composure, couldn't help but secretly anxious. If Voldemort successfully drank the blood of unicorns, I feared that his strength would immediately become three points stronger.

He looked up at Hagrid, but saw the half-giant's small black beetle-like eyes, not looking at the enemy in the distance, but half-open and half-closed, slightly squinting, staring at the tip of the arrow, breathing It was as if he had fallen asleep.

This! Such a posture? !