If there are any ways to escape death, you only need to ask those old bookworms who read the Internet, and they will be able to tell you a lot.

And among them, one of the "gods" who live with heaven and earth may also be regarded as one.

The crystal clear fragments of Godhead shone in Clark's mind, flickering and flickering, one flicker is a second, sixty seconds is a minute, sixty minutes is one hour, twenty-four is a day, and the scale of time is like the source of living water, which grows in the heart, flows in the void, rushes forward, and turns into countless possibilities.

God knows it, and does not ask for it.

With the help of a higher-dimensional plug-in, Clark managed to break free from the void of death displayed by Voldemort.

The black smoke around him had already closed, like a giant curtain, enveloping him, unable to escape, but still a little bit short of drowning him.

Two hundred and forty seconds passed, no more, no less, exactly four minutes.

A smile of joy welled up on Clark's lips, and he knew the time he wanted to delay was up, without the need for a clock.

Just as new sprouts will sprout in the spring mud, the night will eventually usher in the dawn.

In front of his eyes, a white light appeared!

Outside the giant screen of black smoke, Quirrell saw that the nasty imp finally fell into the "Touch of Jörmungandre", and his mood suddenly improved, and he only felt that his hollowed out body was not so uncomfortable.

Named after the earthly python in Norse mythology, this dark magic is so powerful that it can devour all objects, visible and invisible.

Even the unicorn, a symbol of purity, was seriously injured. And the residual magic power will continue to eat away at the opponent's life force like the appendage of the bone.

As long as that kid hits this trick, I'm afraid that his bones will be lost in an instant.

At this time, Voldemort's voice urged him to leave quickly, and it was obvious that the Dark Lord was three points weaker.

After successfully solving a thorn in his heart, Quirrell's heart also sprouted a retreat.

Although the Forbidden Forest Center is still a little far from Hogwarts Castle, it is difficult not to attract Dumbledore's attention with such a momentum just now, and he doesn't want to meet the old headmaster.

Quirrell worked hard to help Voldemort recover the "Jörmungad's Touch", and the pitch-black soot python began to retract unwillingly, and the black smoke curtain slowly closed towards the center.

However, just as he began to prepare to retreat, a faint and dim white light suddenly pierced into the pitch-black smoke screen like a needle.

Quirrell didn't notice it at first, but Voldemort was the first to notice that something was wrong, but this dark magic was a bit beyond his ability for him now, and even if he found out about the change, he couldn't even react for a while.

Like the first rays of sunlight before dawn piercing the night, the white light may be faint and not worth mentioning, but it does not give an inch to the curtain of black smoke, and rushes towards the center of the black smoke with an indomitable and uncompromising attitude.

As the white light grew thicker and longer, a beautiful and graceful creature, as if it had been dipped in moonlight, sketched and traced in the void, leaping out.

It has a slender head and neck, well-proportioned limbs, and looks like a horse, but it is more noble and mysterious than a horse, with a pale golden mane fluttering in the wind on its back, and moonlight shining like water on its pearl-colored spiral horns.

However, if you look closely, you can see that the hair on its body is actually covered with sludge and grass clippings, and there is a two-foot-long pink scar on its abdomen, which looks like it has just healed, and it is still oozing faint blue and silver blood beads.

This is clearly the unicorn that was injured by Quirrell just now, and then suddenly disappeared!

And the white light that pierced the black curtain just now and rushed forward was the long, silvery-white sharp horn above its head.

It turned out that Clark had borrowed the Cloak of Invisibility from Harry for tonight's operation.

When Quirrell was fighting against Hagrid and Nobeta just now, he was the one who secretly approached the unicorn and fed it a high-grade healing potion made of the blood of a young dragon, and covered it with an invisibility cloak, which created the illusion that the unicorn had disappeared.

In fact, it stayed where it was, and it didn't leave at all.

It wasn't until Clark was surrounded by the "Jörmungad's Touch" that the critically injured unicorn got up from the ground and launched a surprise attack at close range with the help of the effect of the invisibility cloak.

The unicorn opened its slender four hooves and charged forward with its head buried, and on the curtain of black smoke in front of it, countless giant pythons surged and pounced, which was a spontaneous counterattack by black magic.

But this unicorn is also worthy of being a XXXX-level magical animal, and with the sharp horns on its head flickering, those "Jermungad's Touches" that rushed to the face actually "sliding" to the side strangely.

It has just recovered from its injuries, and it has sharp horns with "evil magic" on its head, riding the wind and waves, overcoming thorns and thorns, and moving forward in the tide of black magic.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, Moses parted the sea, and with great ease, broke through the curtain of black smoke and rushed behind Quirrell.

It was a long time, but the unicorn and Quirrell were only five meters away in a straight line, and at the speed at which it charged, it would only take two seconds.

As the white light grew brighter and the curtain of black smoke in front of Clark began to recede to both sides, the first thing he saw was a beautiful and vigorous creature that used the sharp horns on its head to launch a righteous backstab at Quirrell.

Even if the other party was wearing a hood, Clark was sure that the expression on Quirrell's face must be wonderful at this moment.

Because a one-foot-long spiral horn pierced through his left waist, revealing a little white light from his abdomen.

"Ah~~~"

Quirrell has broken the defense!

This scream was really sad for the listeners, and the tears were shed for the listeners, but it was much more emotional than the two voices that Hagrid had howled for Clark just now.

But this was not the end, the next moment, the unicorn cocked its neck, and actually directly picked Quirrell in the air, and a sinuous silver-white lightning bolt slashed down from the bright moon and hit its sharp horns.

The tiny electric snake swam in all directions, intertwining into a power grid, ionizing the air around the unicorn and blooming with dazzling light.

Clarke's eyes were pure white, and even when he looked to the side, there were still shadows of lightning in his sight. This kind of power, at first glance, is that the unicorn is hateful, leaving no room for it.

As soon as the "Touch of Jörmungad" that surrounded them came into contact with the pure white electric snake, they collapsed one after another, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating into the air.

There were also many electric snakes swimming around Quirrell's body, shaking him like chaff like chaff, and he couldn't even scream.

However, the unicorn had only just recovered from its serious injuries, and after the first blow, it was powerless to continue. After turning his head and picking the injured Quirrell out, his legs and feet went limp, and he fell to the ground again.