Clark also had a superficial dabble in archery, and although his level was not high, he was also well-informed.

Naturally, it can be seen that Hagrid has completely integrated bowery into his bones, and is a true master of archery like the retired athlete who taught him in the first place.

The bow should not be opened too early, the early is the body and hand shaking, not too late, late is panicked, not too late, not too early, just right.

Just like the elven prince in "The Lord of the Rings", he shoots at any time, has a flexible body, has both strength and speed, and is a very orthodox ranger archery.

However, Hagrid's shooting was unusual, his arms as thick as Clark's waist bent the stone bow like a full moon, and the whole person was as motionless as a rock, his waist did not tremble, and his hands did not shake.

Only his half-giant's powerful physique could support him to use this domineering bow technique that was very different from the elven style.

Quirrell had already walked over to the dying unicorn, as he leaned down and lowered his head, ready to lie down on the wound and suck blood.

"Boom"

There was an explosion.

The bow is like a thunderbolt, and the arrow is like a meteor. Like a volcanic eruption and like an earth shaking, the strong wind pressure directly lifted Clarke's long hair.

He didn't see where Hagrid's arrow went, but when he looked up, he saw how the enemy in the distance hadn't gotten it.

The cloaked figure floated in the air, broken in two by the waist. Not only him, but even the big trees behind him that were hugged by two people, a transparent circular hole appeared in the trunk.

The arrow shot by this man is unpretentious, it is just pure power, and it has achieved the effect of a sniper rifle!

After firing this arrow, which infused his own essence, qi, and spirit, Hagrid couldn't help but relax.

Ever since his wand had been broken, he had picked up his bow and arrows. From shooting wooden targets, shooting apples, to shooting fallen leaves, shooting birds and birds that steal and eat crops, he never let go of it.

This arrow, fifty years of skill, he is confident that no one can resist it.

However, only Clark knew that the person opposite was Quirrell, and even more so, the Dark Lord Lord Voldemort, and as a terrifying figure who terrified the British wizarding world, he couldn't be so easily dog-led.

Really.

"Hey~hey~hey~"

A terrifying laugh full of mockery sounded from the jungle that Quirrell had just drilled out of, and the two stumps that flew in the air also revealed their prototypes in this laughter, turning into two strange wooden statues, and slamming into the dirt with a "bang".

Through the moonlight in the sky, Clark could faintly see that the top half of the wooden statue was a bust of an ugly snake-faced man without a nose, while the bottom half was eight twisted roots, with slippery slime, like the long legs of a spider, and like an octopus's tentacles.

Now that the heat of the magic had not passed, the roots of the trees were still twitching unnaturally like dying insect arthropods.

With this damn magical transfiguration, Quirrell has really become more cunning under Voldemort's bewitchment!

No, it's not just ordinary Transfiguration!

Hagrid frowned as he looked at the enemy that reappeared in the distance. He vouched for his unicorn blanket that it was impossible for ordinary Transfiguration to fool him with a masterful bow lock, which must have been some kind of evil black magic.

However, Hagrid guessed wrong this time, and the trick Quirrell used was not some high-end black magic.

On the contrary, he learned from Lord Voldemort, an ancient and primitive form of sacrificial witchcraft that originated in the African rainforests.

This simple and boring worship of ancestral spirits is said to be the originator of the mysterious power of magic, but because it is so weak, only the ancient tribes hidden in the primeval jungle can faintly see their shadows.

A wizard who has mastered this kind of witchcraft only needs to find a piece of wood that contains magical power, carve it into his own appearance, and then find someone to pray and worship day after day, so that he can place a part of his soul on the wood carving, and then only need a transfiguration technique to achieve the effect of being fake.

In this era of the disappearance of the gods, those tribal priests in Africa often used this method of possession of the yin gods to impersonate the gods and manifest saints.

After Voldemort graduated from Hogwarts, he also traveled extensively in search of greater power, and he came across by chance to obtain this method, but it was just a joke to him, so he left it behind.

It wasn't until Quirrell found him, fearing that Dumbledore would notice his dark arts practice at Hogwarts, that Voldemort rummaged through his memory.

He asked Quirrell to carve the wood into his own image, and prayed to him devoutly every day, worshipping himself as God, but within a few days, Voldemort was able to establish a connection with the statue.

Quirrell then slew an eight-eyed spider in the Forbidden Forest and sacrificed it to the statue in blood, making it an icon of Lord Voldemort.

Although it is not powerful, it can also distract Voldemort and give him a walking clone body.

When Quirrell was teaching at the school, Voldemort relied on this wooden statue to roam the Forbidden Forest, and now he used it to trick Hagrid into a charged shot.

Of course, Hagrid didn't know these details. He simply raised his slightly sore arm, drew his stone bow again, and aimed at the enemy.

But this time, Clark found that his thick arms began to tremble, and the sound of breathing was clearly audible, as if it was a bellows, which showed that the arrow just now was not easy to use.

"He~he~he~"

Still a strange laugh rang out, and Quirrell walked towards the unicorn without saying a word in the face of Hagrid's silent threat, full of flaws.

However, Hagrid's arrow was not shot for a long time, and Clark thought that he had been hit by Quirrell's trick just now, and was about to help with a wave of his wand, when there was another "bang" in his ear, and thunder exploded.

"Clark, take Noble, go!"

Hagrid, who shot this arrow, did not have time to see the result, and instantly drew another feathered arrow from the quiver, and while telling Clark, another arrow was fired.

After doing all this, he threw down his quiver and threw himself at Quirrell, holding his stone bow.

The two arrows fired in succession, one after the other, like meteors catching the moon, were not unpleasant, but the two arrows just grazed Quirrell's side, and they didn't hurt him in the slightest, as if Hagrid was deliberately releasing water.

"Impossible!"

Even though he had been prepared in his heart, Hagrid still exclaimed in surprise.

"Hehe, stupid half-giant." A hoarse voice came from under the hood, and when you heard it, you knew that he had changed his voice so that people couldn't guess his identity.

This is really a hidden drip!

It's just that like Hagrid, Clark could see clearly just now, those two arrows were obviously about to hit Quirrell, why did they suddenly pass by him?

But now was not the time to delve into the matter, Hagrid told him to go, it was impossible, knowing that he had come to the Forbidden Forest to fight Quirrell first.