Name: Rubeus Hagrid

Age: 63 years old

Race: Half-Giant

Attributes: Strength 16, Agility 12, Constitution 17, Intelligence 10, Perception 11, Charisma 10

Faction: Chaos Kindness

Class: Level 7 Wizard/Level 5 Ranger

Status: Mayhem Infected (Mana Effect)

Class Skills: Focus 37, Mystery 46, Spell Recognition 39, Tame Animals 86, Search 59, Survival 44

Personal Specialties: Chaos Mana (Class Specialty), Tenacity, Endurance, Tenacity Enhancement, Robustness, Giant's Power (Race Specialty), Resistance Skin, Animal Affinity, Ranged Shooting, Mastery of Weapon Destruction

Although he was unable to obtain other people's data for the time being, Clark was able to roughly estimate his panel information after a long period of contact with Hagrid.

At least in his opinion, the Hogwarts hunting ground keeper, the key keeper, can be regarded as a perfect meat shield.

With such a good meat shield in front, what is the Fa Ye afraid of?

Besides, Clark and Quirrell's goals are both Philosopher's Stones, and there will be a battle between the two sides in the near future, and now he deliberately used the matter of raising dragons to contribute to the current situation, which is a good time to touch each other's old bottoms.

In addition, if it can save the life of the unicorn, with its particularity, maybe you can get another transfer certificate information, even if you can't use it for the time being, you can transfer it to someone else in the future.

In this way, he can not only strengthen himself, but also weaken the enemy, and also collect intelligence, a good thing to kill three birds with one stone, if he escapes, it will be really stupid.

At this moment, taking advantage of his height and long legs, Hagrid had already pounced in front of Quirrell, a half-giant more than four meters tall, holding a stone bow that was bent like a broadsword, still very oppressive.

Drawing on the experience of the missed arrow just now, he was worried that the opponent was wearing some magic shield that could deflect the attack, so he chose to sweep with his bow to drive it away from the unicorn's side.

Of course, if the opponent can't stop him, he doesn't mind cutting the enemy in half.

And in the face of the oncoming mighty man, Quirrell didn't seem to be very flustered. Of course, he wore a hood, and even if he was flustered, Clark couldn't see it.

But it was clear that his wand, hidden in his robe, was waving non-stop.

Layers of invisible walls of air, accompanied by Quirrell's spell, appeared out of thin air, blocking Hagrid's front of him, a "Barrier" spell.

Of course, Hagrid also discovered Quirrell's spell, although because of the silent spell, he didn't know what kind of black magic the enemy cast, but with his strong physique and high magic resistance, he directly covered his face with his hands and buried his head in recklessness.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

The sound of the blister bursting sounded one after another, and Hagrid only felt a slight resistance, and with a slight force, he broke through these barriers, which showed that the effect of this spell was not as strong as he imagined, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

The stone bow in his hand is a treasure given to him by the Centaurs of the Forbidden Forest, carved and polished from the fossilized magic trees buried deep in the ground, with both hardness and toughness, with his power, even the big tree that the two of them hug can be easily cut off.

As long as he gets close, this battle will be nine out of ten.

Quirrell retreated!

Two steps back.

But it didn't go back!

Because he only took two steps back.

"Hagrid, be careful!"

Clark had also faced the trolls' charges, so he knew a lot about the oppressive feeling that hit the heart. It's like a person facing an oncoming truck, it is impossible to be so calm!

He couldn't help but shout a reminder, causing Quirrell to look up at him, but it was still a step too late.

There was only a muffled "poof" sound, and the foul mud splashed everywhere, and Hagrid's tall figure suddenly flickered, and he lost his balance and almost fell in front of Quirrell.

If you look closely, it turns out that this clearing is supposed to be a hollow in the forest, and the rainwater that has accumulated all year round has turned it into a mud pit swamp. However, because it is covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, it is difficult to distinguish for a while.

It doesn't matter if an ordinary critter, or a child like Clark steps on it.

However, when Hagrid, a half-giant of huge size, took a big step and stepped on it with all his heart and soul into battle, he suffered a big loss.

This is like the cavalry charging in the story encountering dense hoof pits, often ending up with broken bones and legs, and falling to the ground.

Fortunately, he was large enough and responsive, and after noticing that he was stepping on the air, he immediately slashed the stone bow that had swept towards Quirrell towards the ground in front of him, hoping to stop the fall.

The tip of the longbow made a sleek curve, and with a strong wind, it fell in front of Quirrell's eyes, and the closest place was no more than a finger's distance from him.

The two steps he took just now, he didn't retreat much, not less, just right!

From the very beginning of the puppet statue to consume Hagrid's strongest charged hit, to deflecting his shots in an unknown way, misleading him into giving up long-range combat and using melee attacks.

In the end, he was in front of him early, taking advantage of the surrounding environment and cleverly laying a trap to let Hagrid plunge into it.

With this link in hand, Quirrell was completely in control of the rhythm of the battle, and even the experienced Hagrid was toyed with between applause.

Therefore, Hagrid's response was still expected by him.

The heavy fossil longbow slammed into the mud, and the force of the bounce helped Hagrid stabilize his form.

But the next moment, Quirrell's alder wand poked out from under his robes.

"A spring is like water!"

A thick stream of water like a high-pressure water cannon gushed out from the tip of the staff, but instead of rushing towards Hagrid, it fell into the swamp beneath his feet.

The clear water mixed with the muddy mud, which spun at an accelerated pace under the control of Quirrell's magic, forming a swirl of muddy mud.

Hagrid had barely steadied himself when he felt his other foot sink unconsciously.

His legs were trapped in the swamp mud, and no matter how strong Hagrid was, he was useless.

This wave is to overcome rigidity with softness!

Hagrid was fine standing still, but if he struggled, he would have been more victorious.

So he could only watch as the other man took a few steps back and stood beside the unicorn.

However, Quirrell was not at ease, and continued to maintain the jet of water, an ordinary life spell, which was simply played by him.

The swirling mud brought up the silt that had been depositing beneath the swamp for years, making the whole mud more and more viscous and deep.

Little by little, Hagrid sank deeper and deeper, the foul-smelling mud reaching the soles of his feet, his calves, and finally his hips.

In this case, not to mention that he is just a half-giant of mixed blood, even if a real giant comes and falls into such a situation, I am afraid that he can only look at the swamp and sigh.