Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

If there are any ways to get rid of death, you just need to ask those old bookworms who read online articles, they will be able to tell you a lot.

And among them, one of the "gods" that live the same life as heaven and earth may also be regarded as one.

The crystal-clear fragments of the godhead shone brightly in Clark's mind, on and off. One flicker is one second, sixty seconds is one minute, sixty minutes is one hour, and twenty-four is one day. The scale of time is like this. The source of living water grows in the soul, flows in nothingness, rushes forward, and turns into countless possibilities.

God knows it, and does not ask for anything.

With the help of a higher-dimensional plug-in, Clark successfully broke free from the death nothingness displayed by Voldemort.

The surrounding black smoke had already closed, like a giant curtain, surrounding him, it was impossible to escape, but it was still a little short of being able to drown him.

Two hundred and forty seconds passed, no more, no less, exactly four minutes.

There was a happy smile on the corner of Clark's mouth, and he knew that the time he wanted to delay had come without the need for a clock.

Just as new shoots will sprout out of the spring mud, the night will eventually usher in the dawn.

In front of his eyes, a white light appeared!

Outside the huge screen of black smoke, Quirrell saw that the annoying kid was finally caught in the "touch of Yemengarde", and he was in a good mood.

This black magic, named after the earthly python in Norse mythology, is very powerful and can devour all visible or invisible objects.

Even the unicorn, a symbol of purity, was severely injured. And the residual magic power will continue to eat away at the opponent's vitality like the gangrene attached to the bone.

As long as the kid hits this trick, he will be dead in an instant.

At this time, Voldemort's voice urged him to leave quickly. It was obvious that the Dark Lord was weaker by three points.

After successfully resolving a thorn in his heart, Quirrell's heart also started to retreat.

Although the center of the Forbidden Forest is still a little far from Hogwarts Castle, it was hard not to attract Dumbledore's attention with the momentum just now. He didn't want to have a face-to-face with the old headmaster.

Quirrell worked hard to help Voldemort take back the "Touch of Yemengarde", the pitch-black smoke python began to shrink and retreat unwillingly, and the black smoke curtain slowly closed towards the center.

However, just as he was about to step back, a faint and dim white light suddenly plunged into the pitch-black smoke screen like a needle.

Quirrell didn't notice it at first, but Voldemort was the first to find out what was wrong. It's just that this black magic is a bit beyond the scope of his ability now. Unable to react.

Just like the first ray of sunlight before dawn pierced the night, the white light may be faint and worthless, but it did not give in to the black smoke curtain, and with an indomitable and uncompromising attitude, it rushed towards the center of the black smoke. dash forward.

As the white light grew thicker and longer, a beautiful and elegant creature, like a brush dipped in moonlight, sketched in the void and jumped out.

It has a slender head and neck, well-proportioned limbs, and looks like a horse, but it is more noble and mysterious than a horse. The pale golden mane on its back flutters in the wind, and the long pearl-colored spiral horns shine with moonlight like water.

But if you look closely, you can see that the hair on its body is actually covered with mud and grass clippings, and there is a two-foot-long pink scar on its abdomen. Blue silver blood beads.

This is clearly the unicorn that was injured by Quirrell just now and then suddenly disappeared!

And the white light that pierced the black screen and rushed forward was the long silver-white horn on top of its head.

It turns out that Clark specially borrowed the Invisibility Cloak from Harry for this action tonight.

When Quirrell fought Hagrid and Norberta just now, he was the one who sneaked up to the unicorn, fed it a high-level healing potion made from the blood of a young dragon, and covered it with an invisibility cloak. The illusion that the unicorn disappeared.

In fact, it stayed where it was and never left.

It was not until Clark was surrounded by "Yermengade's Touch" that it was on the verge of death. In order to repay his kindness, the unicorn, which had been seriously injured, stood up from the ground and used the effect of the invisibility cloak to launch a surprise attack at close range.

The unicorn opened its slender hooves and charged forward with its head buried in it. On the curtain of black smoke in front of it, countless giant pythons rushed towards it. This was a spontaneous counterattack by black magic.

But this unicorn is worthy of being an XXXX-level magical animal. With the flashing light of the sharp horns on its head, the "touch of Yermengade" that came to the face unexpectedly "slipped" to the side.

Just after recovering from the injury, it just wore a sharp horn with "sorcerer-breaking" on its head, riding the wind and waves, overcoming thorns and thorns, and going forward in the wave of black magic.

Like a hot knife slicing through butter, Moses parted from the sea, broke the curtain of black smoke very smoothly, and rushed behind Quirrell.

All of this is a long time, but the straight-line distance between the unicorn and Quirrell is actually only five meters~www.readwn.com~ With the speed of its charge, it only takes two seconds.

When the white light became brighter and the black smoke curtain in front of Clark began to recede to both sides, the first thing he saw was a beautiful and vigorous creature, with the sharp horns on its head, aimed at Quirrell. Backstab of justice.

Even if the other party was wearing a hood, Clark was sure that Quirrell's expression on Quirrell's face must be very exciting at the moment.

Because a one-foot-long spiral-shaped horn pierced through his left waist fiercely, and a little point of white light flashed from his abdomen.

"Ah~~~"

Quirrell broke the defense!

Those who heard this scream were really sad, and those who heard it shed tears, but it was much more emotional than the two voices Hagrid had howled for Clark just now.

But it wasn't over yet. The next moment, the unicorn tilted its neck and lifted Quirrell directly into the air. A silver-white lightning that twisted and twisted down from above the bright moon and struck right in the air. on its sharp corners.

The fine electric snakes traveled around, interweaving into a grid, ionizing the air around the unicorn, and blooming with dazzling light.

Clark's eyes were pure white, and even if he looked to the side, there was still a tree-like shadow of lightning in his sight. This kind of power, at first glance, is a unicorn with hatred, leaving no room for it.

As soon as the surrounding "touch of Yemengade" came into contact with the pure white electric snake, they all collapsed, turning into wisps of blue smoke and dissipating in the air.

There were also many electric snakes wandering around Quirrell's body, shaking him like a sieve, and he couldn't even let out a scream.

However, this unicorn has just recovered from a serious injury after all, and after a single blow, it is powerless to continue. After turning his head and picking out the injured Quirrell, his legs softened and he fell to the ground again.