Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

On the path overgrown with weeds, the dim lantern was held by Hagrid's big hand, and sporadic lights were scattered.

The lack of vision makes the road under your feet more and more difficult, 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 pulled them, and from time to time, a beam of moonlight projected from the branches above their heads, illuminating the increasingly dense silver-blue blood stains on the fallen leaves.

"boom!"

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

"Hush..."

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

Clark clenched his wand tightly and followed closely behind.

The two hid their bodies behind a huge ancient oak tree, looking through the tangled branches and leaves to an open space in the center of the Forbidden Forest.

All I saw was a white thing lying on the ground in the middle of the pitch-black open space covered with branches, leaves, and mud, shining brightly.

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

But at this moment, its condition doesn't seem to be good. Even if it is far away, it can be seen that a hideous and terrifying wound appeared on its abdomen, almost ripping it open, and a piece of intestine flowed out from the wound, dragging on the ground.

Obviously, after the unicorn was seriously injured, it ran away for a long time relying on its strong vitality, until it was exhausted and exhausted, and then fell to the open space and fell into a state of near death.

At this moment, the bright moon in the sky broke through the blockade of dark clouds, and just stuck its head out, as if it couldn't bear to see this beautiful creature fall, and turned the bright silver moonlight into a beam of light, covering the unicorn's body, flashing with it. corresponding to the light.

The silver beam of light projected from the moon should be its last means of survival. Even though 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 the cool cherry lips.

It's a pity that all of this seems to have been done in vain, and its enemies should have expected this long ago.

Black smoke emerged from its hideous wound, gurgling, like poisonous gas emerging from hot magma, and turned into an abstract skull. Under the beam of light, it opened its mouth wide and let out There was a silent smirk.

Clark also suddenly felt a strong, unknown breath from the black smoke.

This kind of aura is dark, chaotic and huge. If you feel it carefully, you will find that a lot of pain, viciousness and resentment are extracted and compressed together.

To send out such a blow, its user must have committed a lot of crimes and listened to the wailing of countless victims before that.

To be honest, this is the first time Clarke has seen the actual effect of the top black magic.

In the wizarding world that has been at peace for nearly ten years, even if you are born in a pure-blood wizarding family that has been exposed to magic since childhood, this kind of scene is rare.

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

A huge skull made of thick black smoke just suspended above it, arrogant and unscrupulous. The vicious aura even made Clark, who was hiding in the distance, feel like a thorn in his back, a thorn in his throat, and sitting on pins and needles!

And the silver beam of light shining down from the bright moon, originally intended to heal the unicorn, collided with the black smoke blocking the road at this moment, like cold water pouring on boiling oil, causing the black smoke to crackle and explode.

From time to time, wailing faces of resentful souls emerged from the black smoke, and under the moonlight with magic power, they showed joyful smiles and turned into wisps of blue smoke.

"Hiss~" Seeing this scene, Hagrid also gasped, 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 are still in a stalemate, but although the unicorn's purification magic is powerful, the effect is too slow. If there were no accidents, with its current state, it would not be able to withstand the time when the black smoke was purified by the moonlight.

Of course, the kind-hearted Hagrid would not just sit back and watch this situation appear in front of him, and he would not care about the enemies hiding in the dark. He was ready to rush forward to rescue the poor unicorn as soon as his head became hot.

Fortunately, Clark next to him was still very calm, and grabbed him, "Wait a minute, look—"

Hagrid looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a bush at the edge of the clearing trembling unnaturally... Then, a hooded figure emerged from the shadows in the forest .

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

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

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

Hagrid couldn't help himself when he saw the murderer of the unicorn appearing.

I saw him standing tall, bow and arrow, arms like holding a baby, his temperament changed, his simple and honest appearance changed, as if he had turned into a towering mountain, and he seemed to have turned into a generous earth , perfectly integrated with nature, standing there quietly.

The black figure didn't seem to be aware of the existence of Hagrid and Clark, like a ghost without feet, and like a beast probing its prey, it slowly slid towards the unicorn in the middle of the clearing, the long robe dragging on his Behind him, the fallen leaves swept across, making a rustling sound.

The black smoky skull in the sky was purified to less than one-tenth of it, but the silver beam of light was also shrunk by half because the unicorn's consciousness had been blurred.

The distance between Quirrell and the unicorn is getting closer and closer, as if everything has fallen to the ground.

In this situation, even Clark, who has always been calm and calm, couldn't help secretly worrying. If Voldemort successfully drank the blood donation of the unicorn, I'm afraid his strength would immediately be three points stronger.

He looked up at Hagrid, only to see that the half-giant's small black beetle-like eyes did not even look at the distant enemy, but were half-closed, slightly squinted, staring at the tip of the arrow, breathing Disappeared, as if asleep.

This! This posture? !