For Voldemort, Quirrell can be described as both respectful and fearful.

He couldn't forget how embarrassed he was when he went deep into the Black Forest of Romania to gain practical experience in the defense of the Dark Arts, where he encountered several vampires and forest witches.

It was the master, relying on the body of the remnant soul, who guided him to use a lost dark magic ritual to destroy those enemies in one fell swoop.

From then on, he was at Voldemort's side at the risk of his life, and was soon impressed by the Dark Lord's profound knowledge.

For this Ravenclaw student, the Dark Lord's knowledge has an extraordinary charm, both evil and clever, and is completely new and unaccessible to him at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore's old honey wouldn't have told him about these wonderful things at all, he would just say "love", "love", "love", can that thing be eaten? Can it help him regain his confidence?

Just because he became the teacher of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Snape's grease monster has been looking for trouble for him, and Dumbledore's repeated "love" can help him solve it?

After all, he still threw himself into the arms of Voldemort, he wanted to gain the appreciation of his master, complete his master's tasks, gain more knowledge, improve his strength, and prove himself!

And with Quirrell's full force casting, the first to suffer was the little fire dragon Nobeta.

After all, this little guy has only been born for more than ten days, and being able to stalemate with Quirrell, an adult wizard, until now, is already extraordinary.

Now that an attack pattern has been reused several times, some of her little habits are quickly picked up by Quirrell.

As she walked through the foliage again, ready to spew flames around behind the enemy.

Seven or eight old vines hanging from the branches and leaves suddenly came to life, like giant pythons, wrapped around Nobeta's body, some tied wings, some pulled tails, and some even covered her head like a horse's halter.

As she struggled, the dead branches and leaves fell like rain, but the vines were more and more, and the little fire dragon was like a moth caught in a spider's web, and it couldn't break free.

Hagrid, of course, would not sit idly by and watch this happen, and immediately aimed at Quirrell, firing his bow with an arrow.

The sharp arrow is like a thunderbolt, but as it gets closer to the target, its speed becomes slower and slower.

The air in front of Quirrell seemed to turn into a puddle of viscous glue, rushing forward, blocking the arrows in front of him.

Waves of invisible force rushed from all directions, up, down, left, and right, repeatedly consuming the powerful power contained in the arrow's body.

At the end of the so-called strong crossbow, it could not penetrate Lu Min, and when the arrow flew no more than a meter away from Quirrell's chest, it was no longer able to move forward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The sound of the bowstring vibrating sounded one after another, but these arrows still followed in the footsteps of the previous one, and three or four arrows were imprisoned in the air in front of Quirrell, just like the bullets in front of Neo in "The Matrix".

And with a wave of Quirrell's hand, the levitating arrows immediately changed direction and flew towards Hagrid at a faster speed.

Faced with the arrows flying upside down, Hagrid hurriedly covered his head with his arms, and those arrows seemed to be powerful, and they all bounced off his hairy monster's coat.

However, in the next moment, a majestic force hit his chest and arms hard.

As if standing in front of the dam's outfall, facing the raging floodwaters, Hagrid's entire body was shot flying, smashing a huge tree as thick as his waist, and lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or dead.

Seeing that the two annoying big bugs were dealt with, Quirrell finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't care about the victory and pursuit, turned to look at the unicorn, ready to continue to complete the master's task, his time was running out.

"Ahh Who is it! Who the hell did it! ”

A terrible wail resounded throughout the Forbidden Forest, which really made the listeners sad and the listeners wept.

The unicorn that was lying on the edge of the clearing, dying, was gone!

Only the traces of the struggle in the clearing and the large glittering bloodstains prove that it was once real.

The unicorn disappeared into thin air, without even a trace of dragging.

"Crackling."

Quirrell waved his wand wildly, and the surrounding mud, trees, and land, wherever his wand pointed, sawdust, splashes, dirt, and stumps flew all over the sky, and the whole clearing seemed to have undergone a baptism of cannonball.

In this way, he was still angry, and directly aimed his wand at the little fire dragon Nobeta hanging in mid-air.

At this moment, with a "brush", a black shadow suddenly flashed past Nobeta's side.

Like a divine soldier descending from heaven, Clark grabbed the activation rope in one hand and the magic wand in the other, like Tarzan of the apes, wrapped the rope around the branch and swung over.

With the wave of the wand, the sharp light flickered, and the vines that bound the little fire dragon Nobeta broke smoothly.

Before Quirrell's spell could cast, the little one finally broke free, spread his wings, and landed crookedly with Clark to Hagrid's side.

The exploding vines splattered emerald green juice and became a gorgeous backdrop behind them, and real men were like that, never looking back at the explosion.

"What about unicorns?" Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Clark and Nobeta safe, and resisted the pain in his arms and chest, stood up and stood in front of them, while not forgetting to care about the badly injured unicorn.

"Don't worry."

Clark stretched out his hand, and the activation rope loosened from the other end of the branch, and retracted back into his arm with a thud.

"It's safe now, but we're going to need to hold this guy back for a few more minutes." Clark turned his wand and said confidently.

"No problem!"

Hagrid replied in the affirmative, and without saying anything more, he just slammed the big tree he had smashed next to him, and rushed towards Quirrell as if he were holding a battering ram.

The huge canopy of the tree obscured the enemy's vision very well, and even if Quirrell's spell was so powerful, hitting the canopy would only blow up the branches and leaves, which was nothing more than a drop in the bucket for the stout tree.

Seeing that the meat shield had stepped forward, Clark was naturally not far behind.

With a wave of his hand, the activation rope on his left hand suddenly stretched out and wrapped around the trunk in Hagrid's hand, and then shrunk, and his whole body took advantage of this pull to escape into the canopy.

On the side, Nobeta flies into the air under the command of his telepathic link, providing him with Quirrell's dynamics from a high vantage point, and intimidating enemies with his fire breath at any time.

Quirrell was in a state of anger at the moment, the disappearance of the unicorn had shattered his mentality, and he would see Hagrid and the others rush up again like goblins that could not be killed, and his usual proud calm mind was also a little out of control.

"Enough!"

As he waved his wand, ready to slice the entire trunk open of it, a sharp voice exploded in his head.