The joy in Fang Yan's eyes had not disappeared, and he was shocked to find that under the miserable green spell light, the huge body of the wooden snake was like a shape, and it was silently disintegrated by the power of the life-seeking spell, turning into a handful of flying ashes and dissipating with the wind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, although the light of the Calling Spell had become a little dim, it was still flying towards Fang Yan's chest at an unabated speed.

"It's over!"

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, a miserable green light already filled the field of vision of the dialect.

He could only open his pupils wide, watching himself be hit by the light of the Death Curse, but he didn't have time to react again. The protective spell laid earlier did not have any effect at all, and it was instantly disintegrated by the curse light, and the life-seeking spell shot directly into Fang Yan's chest!

"Bang!" As if struck by a giant hammer, the dialect soared high in the air, and finally fell heavily on a piece of land a few meters away without a sound.

Bang, click......

At this moment, Voldemort, who was wrapped in a black cloak, came out from behind the smoke and was completely exposed in the moonlight.

After waiting for a few seconds, and making sure that Fang Yan had completely stopped moving when he fell to the ground, Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, and his face under the cloak changed from solemn to calm. But after he checked his condition, his face couldn't help but turn blue.

With Voldemort's current state of only a remnant soul, and the physical fitness of Quirrell, the possessed host, he would not have been able to exert the power he had just now. In order to solve the dialect as soon as possible, Voldemort had to overdraw some of his soul energy and bless Quirrell's body, which instantly burst out with a little power from his previous peak state.

But after a moment's outbreak, Voldemort felt that his soul had become weaker, even worse than when he first entered Hogwarts.

"Damn, it's a big loss this time!" A resentful curse came from under the pitch-black cloak.

It's no wonder that Voldemort is so angry, after this battle, the power he has gained by absorbing unicorn blood these days has been all in it, and even a little upside down. This is tantamount to adding insult to injury to Voldemort, who has only one remnant soul left.

After a moment's rest, Voldemort was about to pace towards the dialect to see who the little bug who dared to disturb him was. (Fang Yan added a Transfiguration Charm to himself as soon as he met Quirrell, plus the environment of the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night, so his identity has not been exposed to Voldemort.) ）

At this moment, with a "whoosh", a sharp arrow suddenly shot out from the dense forest opposite, slashing a white mark in the air, and landed exactly before Voldemort's footsteps.

Burst!

The arrows sank into the ground, leaving only a handful of tail feathers exposed.

Voldemort's footsteps paused, and the momentum that had been relaxed on his body condensed again.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded from the dense forest behind Fang Yan, and then a sturdy figure jumped out of the dense forest, protecting Fang Yan's body.

This is a young horse man, his upper body is a strong male figure, and the lower body is a cream-colored horse body, and the overall look is full of wild and powerful.

At this time, the centaur muscles tensed, and the bow and arrow in his hand were firmly aimed at Voldemort,

"Dark wizard, get out of here!"

"Queeze~" There was an eerie hoarse laugh from under Voldemort's cloak, like the friction of a snake crawling on the ground, "Centaurs, what a bunch of nosy guys!" ”

The young centaur had no fear on his face, and the bow and arrow in his hand did not relax in the slightest, still pointing firmly at Voldemort.

"Dark wizard, I know who you are! We centaurs have no idea of getting involved in your human affairs, and don't disturb the peace of the Forbidden Forest, this is our Centaur territory! ”

"Centaur territory?" Voldemort under the black cloak sneered contemptuously, he didn't think much of wizards other than purebloods, let alone magical creatures that weren't even humans.

He was about to say something more, when another sound of horses' hooves came from the dense forest opposite, and Voldemort's face under his cloak suddenly changed, and he no longer talked nonsense with the horsemen, but directly turned into a black smoke and flew quickly towards the distant sky, disappearing into the dark sky.

And the horse man only watched but did not stop him. As he just said, centaurs never get involved in fights between human wizards. As long as Voldemort didn't hurt the centaurs, he naturally didn't need to do anything.

Seeing that Voldemort was gone, the young horse breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the bow and arrow that he had been holding tightly. Hanging the bow and arrow back on his back, the centaur moved his hooves and small steps to the side of the dialect's motionless body.

Looking at the silent dialect lying on the ground, the young centaur could not help frowning, and his hooves took a few steps on the ground in annoyance.

In the centaurs' view, underage human wizard cubs, like their tribe's centaur foals, should never be harmed, which is why centaurs will appear when they notice something going on here. Otherwise, if two adult wizards were to fight here, the centaurs would never show their faces, and would only let them fight to the death.

Leaning down and carefully examining the dialect, a look of surprise appeared on the centaur's face, and then it turned into thoughtfulness.

After thinking about it, the centaur let out an obscure incantation sound from his mouth, and then with a gesture of his hand, a soft milky white light appeared out of thin air in front of him, and submerged into the body of the dialect under his control.

Looking at the dialect again, the milky white healing light quickly turned into a thin curtain of light that enveloped his body after it submerged into his body. The milky white cocoon-like light curtain flickered and shimmered, dazzling in the dark Forbidden Forest.

The centaur had a look on his face that was exactly what it was.

The milky white glow is a healing magic unique to the centaurs, and it has a strong healing effect on living beings. When the healing magic falls on a living object, it will be enveloped in a milky white magical light cocoon, just like the dialect at this moment, and the living form will receive magical healing inside. However, if the lifeform is completely dead, the healing magic will have no effect and will dissipate silently.

When he was examining Fang Yan's body just now, he found that although Fang Yan's body had lost signs of life like other people who had been cursed by death, there was still a trace of vague breath between his mouth and nose, which was very faint or even almost none.

The centaurs weren't sure if this was their delusion, as in all the years of the wizarding world, there had never been a human wizard who could survive the death curse, except for a savior.

In the end, the centaurs decided to "use dead horses as live horse doctors" and try their healing magic unique to the centaurs. Although the centaurs may not have heard this old oriental saying, the principle is the same.

Unexpectedly, the dialect really gave him a surprise.

"Isn't it true that even the fate of the existence cannot be speculated?" The centaur muttered to himself, silently looking up at the already chaotic trajectory of the stars in the sky.