The mist of light shot out quickly, and Linde could see that the black mist obviously wanted to dodge, but somehow staggered, and when the mist shot in front of him, he could only hurriedly turn sideways.

The right half of his body was hit hard, and then his whole body shot backwards, directly breaking a small tree tree, and then smashing into the boulder behind him.

The unicorn twitched its bleeding nose, shook its violently trembling limbs, and turned around and ran backwards, the skin of its broken right hind leg was pierced by the bone with the movement of its body, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

It made a leaking sound as it ran, and Quirrell had destroyed its vocal cords to prevent its cry from disturbing the rest of the creatures in the forest.

If it weren't for the unicorn's quick reaction, it wouldn't have destroyed more than just the vocal cords.

"Chase it, you idiot!" A hoarse and ugly voice came from Quirrell's body, followed by Quirrell's trembling and cowardly voice: "Good, good master."

After saying that, the black fog figure that had been knocked out just now flew out in the direction of the unicorn's escape.

Halfway through the flight, the figure turned around unnaturally, the figure was close to the ground, and a hideous face like a skeleton appeared on the back of his head, and greedily stretched out his tongue to lick the warm blood that the unicorn had sprayed on the stone just now.

In the wind blowing from his speedy flight, Linde also heard a satisfied hum.

Seeing them fly by, Linde first looked up and gestured to Hans Christian Andersen hidden in the canopy, and then took out his pocket watch and looked at it.

It's eleven o'clock.

Harry, they're here soon.

Thinking of this, Linde also rushed in their direction.

They moved so fast that even if Lind knew the terrain well, he couldn't catch up with both, and could only barely keep up with Hans Christian Andersen and the denser blood stains on the ground.

He still vaguely remembers the goal of his trip: to save the unicorn.

He still remembers standing at the window of his bedroom looking at the night sky, vowing to save the unicorn, and remembering countless days and nights in front of the bathroom mirror saying to himself: I must save it.

Be sure to save it.

Lindra tugged at her robe and gently unleashed a levitation charm for herself, speeding up a level in that direction.

After running at a high speed for a while, a string of dazzling silver light shot into his eyes through the trees.

Lind narrowed his eyes, thinking that it was the new battleground for unicorns and Quirrell. Thinking, he turned his head,

The terrible croaking of crows resounded in the night sky, and again a bunch of silly birds chirped.

With the sound of noisy birds, Linde unleashed two spells on the periphery of the battlefield.

The white light didn't last long, and almost as soon as Linde finished casting those two spells, an even more intense black fog appeared and swallowed the white light.

Linde's vision returned to normal and rushed straight in. With a sweep of his eyes, on the right, the unicorn is lying on the ground, out of breath and possibly dying at any moment.

On the left, there is a figure, waving a wand, and a red halo emerges from between the staff.

"The flames are blazing—"

Sparks jumped on the shoulder of the black mist, and just as it was about to explode the flames, a wand with a light blue fluorescent glow dusted directly on the shoulder, terminating the spell that had not been fully released.

This scene directly made Linde's heart tremble, and he could understand why when watching the movie, those high-level wizards rarely chanted spells to Boshi.

Sometimes, a single thought can cast a spell.

And there is no limit to the form.

Linde saw that the color of the halo on the wand just now was the same as the color of the spell he had released.

But there was no incantation, no waving of the wand, and no stupeness coming out of the tip of the wand.

Quirrell hurriedly turned to look at Linde.

The black robe, the strange mask, as if he had seen this kind of mask in the Muggle world when he was traveling in the world, and this posture......

I don't remember knowing this person!

"You...... Who are you?! Quirrell asked in a trembling voice, leaning over, feeling like a dick all over his body.

But Linde seemed to feel that the person in front of him was so imposing for a moment, but the next moment he became this timid appearance, which made him a little unsure if he was wrong.

Quirrell looked at the guy in front of him and was about to attack, only to see the other man chanting a spell in his mouth.

"Arvada—"

Quirrell heard the voice, and although he felt that the other party's pronunciation was a little awkward, he didn't have time to think about it, no one could afford the price of this spell.

Apparitions were forbidden in Hogwarts and even in the Forbidden Forest, and Quirrell turned into a black mist, staring at the opponent's wand swinging at great speed, and the wand in his own hand also emitted an ever-changing and dangerous color.

It was only a matter of a moment, and the moment Lind quickly finished chanting the spell, Quirrell instinctively leaned to the side, but he didn't see the other party's wand release any spells.

"It turned out to be a flower stand"

"Shh Directly took him to the ground and rolled twice.

"Uhh Quirrell fell to the ground and looked around his waist, only to see a spotted python bite itself with its mouth open, its long teeth stuck in its flesh.

Quirrell now understood what was going on, the Avada Spell was all about attracting attention, and this snake was the main means of attack!

The guy on the other side is a parseltongue?!

The two people on the same body couldn't help but think.

But in fact, this is a combination of the oolong out of the hole and the amplification spell that Linde just made.

When it bit on his waist, the python's thick body wrapped around his body and began to exert force, and a thick black mist poured out from the cracks in the snake's body.

"Hiss~hiss~" An intermittent hissing sound came from the back of Quirrell's head, and when the snake heard the sound, it uncontrollably let go of its bite on Quirrell's body, and its body slid out, turning its head, and the yellow snake pupils stared at Linde.

The hissing continued, and the snake shrank uncontrollably as it tried to rush over, and then turned into a little creature no more than a meter.

Quirrell clutched his abdomen and cast a recovery spell on himself. An angry shout came from the back of his head: "You idiot, kill him for me." "Voldemort knew very well that if this guy in front of him really understood the Arvada curse, how could he still play such a low-level routine.

Quirrell whispered, "Surely...... Definitely. As he spoke, he trembled and clenched his wand, but when he looked up, he couldn't see where the masked man had gone.

Quirrell hurriedly picked up his wand and pointed it towards the ground, and layers of faint white light spread out from Quirrell's wand like radar.

After a while, Quirrell felt the feedback of the spell on him, and said to his master in fear and worry, "He...... He's gone, master. ”

"What the are you telling me to do, I can't see it. Tracing spells, idiots, idiots. ”

Voldemort's voice grew angrier, and as Quirrell shook his head from side to side, he glanced at the dying unicorn lying on the ground again.

Don't worry, wait until you kill that guy first!

Voldemort thought hatefully and began to urge Quirrell again.

"Yes...... But he didn't...... Nothing was left behind! ”

"Your shoulders, magic...... You've really had enough of you! ”

Hearing this, Quirrell looked suddenly enlightened, and hurriedly apologized to Voldemort while tearing off the cloth from his shoulder.

The cloth had brown scars on it, from the fire spell that Linde had unleashed.

The Tracing Charm is a high-level spell, and it is difficult to unleash it easily and silently, and Quirrell can't do it yet.

He picked up his wand and lit some rags.

"Trace-"

The piece of cloth flew up and flew towards something.