Lind watched as Quirrell was cowering as he repaired his lower back, Voldemort's voice coming from the back of his head unceremoniously scolding him.

Look at the right time and go back and forth.

Walking more than ten meters in succession, maintaining a distance that Quirrell is difficult to find but can quickly support the unicorn.

Since he has made the arrangement, he naturally has to lead Quirrell there, otherwise it will be difficult to cause any big damage to Quirrell with this level.

Every time he casts a spell, the magic in his body will be like an iron plate that gradually heats up, and when he wants to release the next spell, it is equivalent to continuing to heat on the iron plate that has already heated up.

These manas have a valve that is fine if they are heated once or twice in a row, but when they are heated too many times, they must wait for the iron plate to cool down before they can continue to heat.

Just now, he also wanted to take advantage of Quirrell's defeat to make up for a divine blade, but he couldn't do it at all, he had already released the oolong out of the hole, the big spell, and the flame spell in a row.

So he can only run away and deliberately seduce Quirrell to chase him.

After waiting for a while, he saw Quirrell cast a spell on the ground, and then quarreled again, wondering if to remind him, only to see Quirrell turn the tip of his wand into a dagger, and then cut his right shoulder.

Then he saw a piece of rag flying straight towards him.

Quirrell's head turned away from him.

The face of Voldemort, the hideous and terrifying one in the back door, was revealed. Voldemort turned around and stared at Linde behind the bushes, as if he had seen him, and smiled lowly.

"Follow him, what are you waiting for!" Voldemort gave a direct order, and in the next moment, Quirrell's head twisted, and his eyes did not stare directly at the place where Linde was hiding like Voldemort, but at the flying piece of cloth.

Lind was stunned by Voldemort's gaze, then hurriedly stabilized his mind, and the next second he saw that Quirrell had begun to fly towards him.

Linde had already had a levitation charm on her body to lighten her weight. Without hesitation, he ran straight back.

"What kind of spell is this, how the Death Eaters would turn themselves into smoke and fly."

Linde stepped over a section of the collapsed tree trunk and kicked hard with both feet, bouncing himself straight out.

Quirrell wasn't far away from him by this time.

"It's too convenient in a place like Hogwarts where there's an anti-apparition charm!" Lind tucked his wand into his cuff, grabbed a branch with his left hand and dragged himself forward, and with his right hand he took two small objects out of his belt bag and threw them backwards.

There was a low thud bang accompanied by a foul smell.

It's a big rotten egg bought at a joke shop. Thanks to Harry's use of joke tools to invade the Ministry of Magic, he also made some disgusting jokes.

"Snape will surely do the same, and call him to teach me. Of course, if there are any preconditions, forget it, such as marking the black magic mark first. "Linde is still calm.

"Gross! Uhh Quirrell's black mist body suddenly unstable, turned into an entity, and the inertia brought by the high-speed movement directly caused him to roll on the ground for more than ten meters.

Quirrell instinctively covered his face with his hands, but there was a face behind him.

"Uh, you piece of shit!"

"No...... Not the host...... Be...... It's the curse of the unicorn! Quirrell stood up tremblingly, looked at the distant figure, and quickly used the spell to restore the wound on Voldemort's face, and once again tried his best to turn his body into black mist and soar into the air.

Voldemort's original idea was to forget it if he couldn't catch up, but now he was actually put on a side, which is simply this: the more he thinks about it for a while, the more angry he becomes, and the more he thinks about it when he takes a step back, the more he loses.

You have to catch him.

The magic in Quirrell's body was a mess, and it took several attempts before it took to fly.

And during this time, Linde was still running forward, and the piece of cloth seemed to be waiting for Quirrell, slowing down.

Lind thought about it, but still didn't cast a spell to destroy the piece of cloth that was tracking him, and although it was a bit risky, he wanted to let Quirrell take the bait.

And until Quirrell catches him, he will do his best to keep Quirrell away from this area.

Linde ran slowly for a while, recovering a bit. He's waiting for Quirrell, if he runs away and disappears, then Quirrell won't chase him!

Quirrell finally reverted to the black mist and sped through the trees. He followed the cloth closely, and after a while, he saw the masked guy in front of him.

Along the way, Voldemort has been venting his anger at him, even the softest egg has some temper at this time, and he is very angry in his heart.

Actually using this kind of joke tool, it seems that your own hard power is not very strong!

If you are caught by me, I will have to torture you to death!

Quirrell thought indignantly, completely oblivious to how much trouble that joker had caused him.

The man was leaning against a tree, flushed and panting. He didn't know how to see so well in the dark night.

When Lind saw Quirrell coming up, he got up in a panic, and then fluffily put a fire spell on the cloth, but it didn't hit, and then began to flee in a panic.

Looking at the other party's weak spell, Quirrell was suddenly happy, and his speed increased again.

"How did it get faster again! This speed is a bit beyond my expectations, and I'm afraid I'm going to die if I continue like this. ”

When he thought of this, he didn't have any waves in his heart, but he still had a look of fear on his face.

Linde had no doubt that if the other party was not in the woods, he would have caught himself.

He didn't know what Quirrell had in mind, but he actually sped up again, this time and again, not at all like a unicorn who had been cursed by a unicorn, and then fought another unicorn in full state, and then he was by himself in two waves.

That's too top!

Thinking about it, Linde turned his head and waved his wand at the same time, throwing several things out of his hand.

Big stink bombs, head-hitting boomerangs......

However, without exception, none of them caused too much trouble to Quirrell, who was already on guard.

"Blade is gone—"

The invisible blade flew out, and Linde didn't look at the result, he directly accelerated again and turned around and ran, and then saw a familiar old tree with intricate roots.

It's coming soon!

Lind calculated the distance, and was about to throw everything out in one go to harass Quirrell to delay time, when suddenly a sharp pain came from his leg.

The pain caused him to stagger, but then the pain and the touch of blood splattering on his skin made his adrenaline rush and he hurriedly glanced at his right leg.

Directly on his calf, there are several extremely deep wounds.

"How's it going, this spell and ...... It's like that spell you just had...... Right! Quirrell stammered behind him.

Lind glanced at Quirrell behind him again, he was unharmed, it seemed that he had dodged it, or blocked it with an armor charm or something.

And he is now less than ten meters away from himself. If he stops and doesn't move, he can grab his neck in the blink of an eye.