"Why you, not Snape?" said Harry, looking at Quirrell in front of him, unexpectedly unexpected, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed, not his usual high-pitched trill, but a chilling sneer.

"yes, Snape doesn't look like a good man, he's like a giant bat flying around, and it's very helpful to me.

With him there, who would doubt it...... Can...... Poor, knot...... Knot...... The stammering Quirrell ...... What about the professor?"

Quirrell struggled to control his facial expression to keep his fear from showing, and he continued, grimly:

"You're too nosy to let you live in the world anymore, Potter.

On Halloween's Eve, you were wandering around the school, and I knew right then that you saw me checking the mechanics of the Philosopher's Stone. ”

"So, you released the trolls?" Harry reacted immediately.

"Of course, I have a special way of dealing with trolls, and I'm sure you've seen it, how did I teach that guy in the room over there?

Unfortunately, while everyone was scrambling around looking for trolls, Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed straight to the fourth floor to try to stop me.

Not only did my troll not kill you, but not even the big three-headed dog bit Snape's leg off. ”

But the unicorn obviously didn't want to continue talking nonsense with the enemy, so she half-stood up, waved her wings, and flew up the room.

A crisp horse whistle replaced Quirrell's expression with horror.

"Fool, pull out your wand!" a shrill voice spoke, and Quirrell's lips didn't move at all.

Quirrell shuddered and pulled out his wand and asked, "Master, what should I do now?" ”

Harry looked at the scene in front of him, and he felt as if he was once again entangled in the devil's web, and he couldn't move at all.

He stood there dumbfounded, bewildered, what was going on?The big scarf fell, Quirrell's bare head looked surprisingly small, and then he slowly turned in place.

Harry wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound, and there was a face that was supposed to be the back of Quirrell's head, and Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face.

The face was dead white as chalk, its red eyes glowing, and below it were two long, snake-like nostrils.

Voldemort didn't have time to talk to Harry, as the unicorn had already rushed in front of Quirrell, and she stabbed her long horn into Quirrell's chest.

At this time, the disadvantages of two souls living in the same body at the same time were revealed, and Quirrell was pierced by the unicorn before he could even dodge.

After the unicorn pulled it out, Quirrell actually bypassed the unicorn and lunged towards Harry, trying to grab Harry, who seemed to have been controlled by Voldemort.

At that moment, the scar on Harry's forehead was painful.

He felt as if his head was about to split in half, and he cried out. Quirrell took advantage of the gap when Harry was bent over his forehead and quickly grabbed Harry in his hands.

Harry struggled desperately to break free of Quirrell's hand, and then he was surprised to find that Quirrell had let go of his hand and the pain in his forehead had lessened.

The unicorn looked at Quirrell blankly, only to see him hunched over in pain, wondering why Quirrell suddenly fell to the ground, could it be that his own injuries are only playing out now?

Quirrell looked at his fingers, and he watched as they blistered one by one. "Catch him! Catch him!" Voldemort screamed again.

"Master, I can't hold him, my hand! my hand!" Quirrell cried out in panic, by this time he had already regretted accepting Voldemort's temptation.

Quirrell was still pressing Harry to the ground with his knees, but his hand had loosened Harry's neck, and he was staring at his palm in confusion.

Harry could see that they were glowing red as if they had been burned by fire.

"Then hurry up and kill him, fool, and act quickly!" Voldemort said in a shrill voice.

Quirrell lunged forward, knocking Harry to the ground, riding on top of him, and grabbing Harry's neck with both hands, Harry's scar was in sharp pain, and his eyes were black, but he still saw Quirrell howling in pain.

"Harry, attack him with both hands!" Rolf hurriedly reminded.

Quirrell raised his hand, ready to recite a death curse, but Harry listened to Rolf's words and jerked his hand up and grabbed Quirrell's face, "Ahh......hhh

Quirrell rolled off Harry, blisters on his face. It was then dawned on Harry that the slightest touch of Quirrell's exposed skin would cause him excruciating pain.

Harry realized that his only hope for escape was to hold on to Quirrell, making Quirrell unable to chant a spell on himself.

Harry jumped to his feet and grabbed Quirrell's arm, refusing to let go. Quirrell screamed, desperately trying to shake Harry off, and Harry's headache grew more and more intense.

His eyes darkened, and all he could hear Quirrell's horrible screams and Voldemort's vicious roar, "Kill him!"

Harry felt like he couldn't hold on, was his new life about to end?

Rolf saw Harry lean back straight, giving him a 'bang' that stirred up a cloud of dust on the ground.

Quirrell's body looked like charcoal that had been burned, and it turned into ashes with a clattering curry crack.

Voldemort saw that he could not do anything and prepared to flee as soon as possible, but he underestimated the unicorn's resentment towards him.

What's more, having already gained the ability to purify the darkness, how could the unicorn let him go?

I saw Voldemort quickly fly in the direction Rolf and the others came from, and even wanted to go directly through the unicorn's body.

But what he never expected was that he seemed to hit a wall, was bounced back, and did not escape as he imagined.

At this time, the unicorn is shining all over its body, like a divine envoy who has come out of mythology, and it is holy and does not dare to be violated.

She circled around the room, picking up speed, leaving an afterimage that surrounded Voldemort's remnant.

The range of the afterimage is shrinking smaller and smaller, and Voldemort's remnant is getting thinner and weaker, as if it will dissipate at any moment.

I saw a burst of black gas float on Voldemort's soul, and then dissipated in midair, but a ball of pure soul energy was left in place.

Rolf looked at the energy with a bit of distraction, and he could feel the attraction of the energy to him.

He glanced at the unicorn and saw that she had used her unicorn to top it, and the energy flew into Rolf's body.

Rolf groaned in comfort as if he had drunk a can of ice on dog days, and he blushed when he heard it himself.

But sometimes the expression of this emotion is uncontrollable, but fortunately there are no other "people" in the room.