I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Quirrell sat cross-legged beside the black lake. He looked at the familiar body, which was completely controlled by others, but he was like a spectator, who could only watch and could not do anything... This made him very painful and frightened.

Quirrell knew that it was a kind of magic called "shape changer" that allowed the Dark Lord to control his body.

This also shows that the power of the Dark Lord is increasing little by little. After all, he was sleeping most of the time earlier.

This is the effect of drinking the blood of unicorns. The blood of unicorns can extend life and heal injuries, but if you drink this pure blood, you will also suffer curses and backlashes.

Quirrell has been hunting unicorns in the Forbidden Forest recently and giving them to Voldemort to enjoy, especially when he was seriously injured after being hit by the Bludger, this demand has soared.

"Qi Luo, you said that a beautiful creature like a unicorn...is it a tragedy to die like this?"

The sudden question brought Quirrell's consciousness back to reality, and he was dull for a moment before realizing that the Dark Lord was talking to himself.

Quirrell didn't know how to answer, was the Dark Lord talking about philosophy, or about the tragedy of literature, or from a practical point of view... things hurt their own kind?

Quirrell had taught Muggle studies before, and knew a lot about Muggle knowledge. For a while, he didn't know which angle to answer.

He couldn't answer either, his body was controlled and he couldn't open his mouth at all.

The Dark Lord didn't want to hear Quirrell's answer either, he just wanted to chat with people while eating.

I used to talk to Nagini, but after I came to England, I left Nagini in the Albanian forest, and I don’t know how she is now.

"I think the death of the unicorn is a tragedy..." After a pause, Voldemort asked himself in a rather romantic tone:

"When I was wandering in Albania, I heard a troubadour from the Far East say that tragedy is tearing apart all the good things for others to see.

I like this saying. So, I also like to create tragedies..."

There was another creepy hoarse laughter, and through the reflection of the lake, Quirrell saw the unicorn that the Dark Lord was about to capture, and sent it to his mouth again.

Voldemort opened his mouth, bit the unicorn's neck, and gulped down its precious blood.

Voldemort felt that his soul had been washed, exuding a special sense of satisfaction, which was a kind of satisfaction from the inside out, as if being filled by a unicorn.

The unicorn's blood is nourishing him and making him stronger gradually.

Ten years after losing his body, it was the first time that Voldemort clearly felt his strength growing. This was a wonderful breath.

As for the curse of the unicorn... Heh~ He lost all his strength and wandered around half dead, which is the greatest curse for him!

He has nothing left to lose! !

In the distance, the sound of hooves suddenly sounded, interrupting Voldemort's eating.

He lifted Quirrell's robe, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth gracefully, looked up, and saw those annoying centaurs.

The leader Margaret found that the black-robed wizard was sucking the blood of the unicorn. His face was full of anger. He opened his big bow and drew it like a full moon.

The sharp arrows shot at the black-robed wizard!

Voldemort let go of the dying unicorn, threw it aside, stood up, and raised Quirrell's wand.

The arrow pierced through the air, and when it was about to land on Voldemort's face, it suddenly stopped still and stopped in the air.

Voldemort raised his wand, and pressed the tip of the wand against the tip of the arrow. The arrow shattered in the air, but it shattered and remained engulfed in a black mist.

He held the right hand of the wand, slowly pulled out an index finger, flicked the finger, and the arrow flew back backwards, Margery shot another arrow, trying to shoot down the arrow, but was bounced by the black mist.

The arrow drew an arc, and pierced Margaret's palm holding the bow and arrow at an extremely fast speed. The wound was corroded by the black mist, making a hissing sound.

Margaret endured the pain, he did not drop the big bow in his hand, but lowered his right arm with a bloody hand, his left arm held the bow with one hand, and drew it with the horse's hoof!

"Get out!" Voldemort said indifferently, "You despicable and despicable species, don't interfere with my meal."

The centaurs were furious, and Margaret shouted, "Shoot the arrows!"

Dozens of horse men fired arrows at the same time, and the rain of arrows poured down, densely gathering black spots in the sky, shooting towards them, and the bowstring suddenly loosened after being tense, making a buzzing sound.

Voldemort smiled disdainfully, twisted his wrist, and summoned a shield in front of him. The arrow feathers seemed to hit the iron plate, and they were all bounced off. .

"Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!"

Voldemort smiled slyly. He can't beat Dumbledore now, and he can't beat you despicable centaurs?

He raised his wand, and a black flame popped from the tip.

The flame was so small that it fell on the surface of the lake, but it didn't go out, instead it ignited and burst into black smoke.

"Be careful, it's Fiercefire Curse." Rove reminded: "It will burn everything, don't touch the flame."

The black flame, which was only the size of a flame, gradually grew in size after burning the lake, then struggled and twisted continuously, and finally turned into a black fire snake.

As Voldemort waved his wand, the black fire snake, originally less than one meter long, jumped towards the centaur.

One meter, three meters, ten meters.

The flames engulfed the surrounding trees, and the fire snake grew bigger and bigger, and swept towards the centaur.

Rove originally thought that he had become very strong after obtaining the magic of so many magical animals.

But I didn't expect to meet Voldemort... Even Voldemort who was only attached to Quirrell was completely powerless to parry.

In the sky, a strange singing voice suddenly sounded. The voice was illusory, but inspiring. The centaur tribe, which was about to collapse, regained its courage.

After a burst of flames, the phoenix appeared, and Dumbledore, holding the phoenix's long golden tail tightly with one hand, followed suit.

The next moment, a powerful black flame rushed towards his face. Dumbledore stood at the front, his sleeves were fluttering, and he was blown by the strong wind. He raised a wand and said loudly:

"All curses end!"

The black fire snake was more than ten meters long, circling and flying, hitting Dumbledore with a heat wave.

At this time, a magic barrier appeared in front of the white-haired old man standing tall in the wind, like an invisible mirror.

After the black flame collided with the mirror, bursts of dazzling sparks burst out, radiant and incomparably bright, the barrier was continuously compressed, and the flame was also rapidly dissipating.

Although Dumbledore's sleeves and hair were blown into a mess, his body did not take a step back.

The old man waved his wand again, he raised his head and said softly:

"The storm is coming."

In the mountains and forests, hundreds of gusts of wind blowing from a distance, gathered together to form a tornado, rolled up the fluttering fire snake, and flew towards the sky.

Dumbledore exuded a powerful aura, and the horsemen looked at him in awe.

Bain was even more embarrassed, he swallowed, and decided to heed Margery's warning and stay away from the little wizard.

Voldemort's face was gloomy and uncertain. He absorbed a lot of unicorn blood, which increased his strength enough to control Quirrell's body.

But the upper limit of strength is only Quirrell himself.

Quirrell's strength is not bad, especially if he has taught him for a long time, otherwise he would not be able to sneak into Gringotts and escape from the pursuit of Auror.

But it is completely impossible to compare with Dumbledore.

Even in Voldemort's heyday, he didn't dare to say that he could win against Dumbledore with certainty.

The black figure turned and ran.

"Go save the unicorn." Dumbledore finished and followed.

Rove rode a broomstick, flew towards the almost dry lake, and finally landed on the shore.

The unicorn was lying on the ground, its chest undulating slightly, silvery white blood gushing out from its neck, still intact its holy beauty.

But its vitality has not been cut off, so the pain it endures will be heavier and longer than ordinary injuries.

Rove transferred the injured unicorn into the box, and a "ding" sound came from his mind.

[A wild unicorn was detected, triggering side missions:]

Heals a badly wounded unicorn, bonus magic:

【Hand of Healing】

[Powerful healing ability, when you caress the body of a magical creature with your heart, it can speed up the wound healing]

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