i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 67 The right time, right place and right people

They were getting closer to it little by little.

Yes, that was the unicorn they were looking for.

He is not dead yet, but he is dying.

Rigg watched him gasping in pain, blood slipping from the wound, dripping on the stone, and flowing into the river.

He didn't have much blood left to shed.

The unicorn's breathing became slower and weaker.

Harry had never seen such a beautiful and miserable scene.

Its slender legs remained in the same position as when it fell, unnaturally straightened, as if they had been interrupted by some magic.

Its mane lay on the dark fallen leaves, as white as pearls.

The entire body of the unicorn is leaning on the boulder, and behind it is a stream that is constantly flowing, which can even be called a river.

It is not easy to have such a river in the Forbidden Forest. It must have gathered half of the forest's water source.

Harry had just taken a step towards it when a sudden sliding sound made him stop.

Hagrid had been alert to his surroundings, and when he heard the sound, he pulled Harry over.

Rigg took the opportunity to run to the other side of the clearing.

A bush at the far end opposite them was shaking.

Then, a hooded figure emerged from the shadows, crawling slowly on the ground like an approaching beast.

Hagrid wanted to call Rigg back, but he was afraid of attracting the figure's attention, so he had to give up.

Harry stood there dumbfounded, feeling for the first time the shadow of death approaching him.

Harry was stunned, but Hagrid was not.

Hagrid was counting his arrows.

Rigg was also quietly waiting for the best opportunity.

The cloaked figure came to the unicorn, lowered his head, and wanted to drink his blood.

Voldemort has been following this unicorn for a long time.

The unicorn was never willing to give his blood to him, which made Voldemort very angry.

Now the unicorn is dying.

Even if you don't want to give him blood, it doesn't matter.

Voldemort felt a sense of joy in his heart.

He hasn't been so happy for a long time.

He wanted to come back to Hogwarts, but the six months here were the most frustrating six months since he recovered.

Useless Quirrell, that weak body is not enough to support him.

He can only look for ways to extend his life everywhere.

Lest Quirrell, a loser, die and bring trouble to his great master.

Fortunately, he found it in the end.

The magic stone is the best supplement for him.

Dumbledore actually thought that those trivial tricks could stop him, Voldemort thought gloomily.

If there was anyone in the world who could detect his return, Voldemort thought it must be Dumbledore.

His archenemy.

He was actually underestimated by his greatest enemy.

What made him most angry was that he really failed to pass the level and find the magic stone.

Voldemort couldn't figure out where the damn key was.

Except for the Philosopher's Stone, which was always not going well, Voldemort touched his furry face.

The joy of finding the unicorn's blood faded away, and anger lingered in his heart.

He couldn't wait to let the unicorn die a natural death.

Hagrid kept looking at the center of the clearing, and he saw the figure raising his hand.

Hagrid immediately roared and shouted, "Don't hurt that unicorn!"

The arrows, which were quenched with poison and glowed with green light, scattered with Hagrid's anger.

Firmly shrouding the shadow in the middle.

It was Professor Sprout's masterpiece, and as long as it got a little bit of it, it would cause unbearable pain and penetrate deep into the soul.

The hooded figure raised his head and saw Harry at a glance.

Everyone present heard its sneer.

Invisible armor appeared in front of him.

The poison on the arrow turned into poisonous smoke, following the flow of magic power and trying to invade Quirrell's body.

Hagrid watched expectantly.

Rigg is also calculating.

not enough.

Voldemort curled his lips in disdain, and the smoke, deeper and darker than the poisonous smoke, swallowed up Hagrid's trump card.

It stood up, walked quickly along the ground towards Harry.

Harry was so frightened that he couldn't move. Hagrid was so frightened that he picked up Harry and ran away.

He didn't expect that such a powerful weapon would have no effect on that figure.

At this moment, a sharp pain penetrated Harry's head. This was a feeling he had never felt before, as if his scar was suddenly on fire.

Harry painfully broke away from Hagrid's arms.

His vision was blurred and he staggered back.

At this time, Harry and Hagrid were in the lower left corner of the clearing, and a little above their left hand side was the river.

The league is on the far right side of the oval.

Voldemort approaches Harry from above.

"Harry, run left!" Rigg shouted.

Voldemort immediately recognized the little wizard who was hugged by the big man and then fell down.

Harry Potter, he chewed the name slowly.

I heard someone telling Harry Potter to run away.

Voldemort smiled happily.

run?

Where else can you run?

He didn't even look at the other little wizard.

Just wait until you kill the savior, then come back and kill the kid and the big man.

When the professor arrived to investigate the cause of the little wizard's death, he happened to go to forcefully crack it and get the magic stone.

Voldemort almost laughed out loud.

If he hadn't wanted to attract the attention of Dumbledore and other professors before he recovered, he would have solved those stupid puzzles by force.

Voldemort looked at Harry Potter, the savior, with enjoyment, and fled in humiliation and terror in front of him.

Harry stumbled to the left.

He has long been accustomed to obeying Rigg's orders.

As soon as he heard Rigg's words, his body started to move on its own.

The river was getting closer, but Rigg didn't give a second order.

It seemed as if something touched his back and then moved away, and a sound of horse hooves came from behind Harry.

Harry didn't look back.

He jumped in without hesitation, and the cold river water soaked through his thick clothes.

Harry sank like a stone.

Only then did he remember.

Unfortunately, he can't swim.

Voldemort was about to catch up with Harry, and Rigg grabbed his wand anxiously.

He could hardly hold it in any longer.

But there are still two steps left!

The sound of horse hooves seemed to come from all directions. Hagrid had never seen so many centaurs.

A strange centaur rushed towards Voldemort.

Ronan and Baine were behind him.

The centaur who appeared appeared younger.

His hair was white blond, and he had the body of a silver-maned horse, which seemed to be glowing slightly.

His horse's hooves had not yet touched Voldemort.

Voldemort screamed in pain, and wisps of black and gray smoke came out of his body.

He began to float towards the upper left side of the clearing, trying to avoid this strange centaur.

It's now!

Rigg finally waited.

This opportunity for Voldemort to be separated from everyone and by the water.

"The flames are blazing——"

The magic power that was encouraged and suppressed all the way spurted out.

The huge fireball, carrying an astonishing amount of blazing heat, quickly attacked Voldemort.

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