Chapter Seventy-Two: The Night of the Forbidden Forest: Part I (Ask for the First Order!!! )
"Did you say Your Highness would come?"
Gan opened his mouth and asked Wen in the middle.
"I don't know, I hope not." Wen said calmly, "Although I don't know where that guy in the Forbidden Forest came from. But His Highness is still only an 11-year-old wizard. As long as it was an adult wizard, it was not something His Highness could easily deal with. ”
Gan thought about it, and nodded silently. Although he believes that his master should have enough courage. But let an 11-year-old face a strong opponent. After all, it's still a bit too much.
"Maybe Your Highness has something special to do?" Cui said listlessly, "After all, he is a descendant of Lord Slytherin, the Gaunt family, and to be honest, I am not surprised that he can deal with that person." ”
As soon as these words came out, the other two heads fell silent.
Thinking about the message from their ancestors, this possibility is not impossible.
"Someone's coming!"
But before they could think about it, Gan looked towards the path ahead.
At some point, a tall figure wearing a black robe and a mask suddenly appeared there. He's slowly moving this way.
"Your Highness? But this size ......."
Gan opened his mouth with some confusion.
"It's just a disguise, and the aura on my body hasn't changed."
Without much explanation, Wen twisted his body and swam in the direction of the figure.
In a few moments, they were already in front of the man.
"Your Highness."
And looking up, they didn't see Luke's face, but a snake-faced mask. Although it was a dead thing, the eagle eyes were already as sharp as knife blades. The robe on his body is nothing special from a distance, but when he looks closely, he always feels that the skin of some special magical beast is spliced together. There is an eerie dark flow of power.
"I'm here, do you know where that man is now?"
A low and hoarse voice sounded, to be honest, if it weren't for the breath on their bodies, they really couldn't believe that this eerie-looking guy was named to them a few days ago, the highness who should be quite handsome and sunny in terms of human aesthetics, giving the snake a sense of closeness.
"Your disguise, Your Highness, is wonderful, but the aura on your body is still somewhat obvious."
Gan said unceremoniously. And Wen and Cui beside him both roared at the baring teeth. They were outraged by Gan's bluntness.
If you want to give advice to His Highness, you can't be tactful! Who knows what kind of character this Highness is!
But Luke didn't care about this, he just silently restrained the aura on his body.
"I'm just afraid you won't recognize me. Now, tell me where the other person is. ”
So the aura that belonged to Luke completely subsided, and only an eerie feeling floated around him. The person in front of him has completely become a person that Gan Wencui doesn't know.
"The other party is in the territory of the eight-eyed giant spider. However, he doesn't seem to be interested in the Eight-Eyed Spider. But they are not familiar enough with the Forbidden Forest. We're not sure what he's looking for. ”
Wen hurriedly bowed his head and responded.
"He's very strong, Your Highness, the hunting team of the Eight-Eyed Giant Spiders was wiped out by him without much effort." "But he looked injured or weak." In short, it is not a complete state. ”
The listless Choi raised his head and looked at Luke, with a glint of wisdom in his eyes: "You can fight a war of attrition with him, but be careful to avoid the other party's killing curse." He was direct. ”
It seems that his existence has indeed advanced Voldemort's process of finding strength to replenish himself.
And Quirrell's body is probably about to reach its limit.
Thinking of this, Luke pursed his lips. If Voldemort had a problem with Quirrell's body and didn't get enough mana, he probably had only two options, one was to storm the room at the end of the fourth floor and grab the Philosopher's Stone.
This is clearly unrealistic. If he can really do it, then he won't wait until the oil runs out and the lamp runs out to fight. After all, compared to his own recovery, Quirrell's life was definitely not worth mentioning in Voldemort's eyes.
The second option is to break away from Quirrell and change to another body.
If it were Luke himself, he would definitely choose an ordinary, inconspicuous body that not many people know about.
But the other party is Voldemort, and Luke has a hard time understanding his brain circuits. Especially the brain circuits after the nose is gone. For Voldemort, the most suitable body is probably his own body.
If he stops Voldemort's hunt this time, then there is a good chance that he will be his next hunting target.
According to common sense, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, Luke leaves now, let Voldemort carry out his plan normally, and then wait for Dumbledore's plan to be completed, and he can sit back and enjoy the profits.
But......
The corners of Luke's mouth curled in a brilliant arc.
Perhaps it would be better for him to sabotage Voldemort's plans and then direct him to another path.
No wonder Dumbledore would allow Voldemort into the school. He's so easy to deceive. Without strength, he is simply an innocent lamb.
"I'm in the Forbidden Forest now. You help me find a magical beast to lead the way. Luke gathered his thoughts and said to Gan Wentri.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Gan Wencui bowed his head and said.
"By the way," Luke added again, "no snake-like magical beasts. ”
Gan Wencui's three heads looked at each other, but finally replied respectfully.
"Understood. Your Highness. You can go ahead and it will follow you later. ”
With that, they turned and swam towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
Luke moved his body again.
A specially formulated agent designed to change body shape. The disadvantages are also obvious, expensive, and the effect is almost completely crushed by the compound decoction.
The benefits are that it is absolutely safe, there is no harm to the body at all, and it can even promote development.
Or rather, this thing itself is meant to promote the development of some wizards who are not very satisfied with their personal conditions.
Turned out of the big box in the cabin, I don't know what kind of black robe it is. It exudes an ominous aura that will be suppressed if Luke does not release his aura with all his might.
It can even change the breath of magic.
There is also a snake-faced mask that exerts magic, and even Voldemort in his heyday has to work hard to see through. Not to mention Voldemort now.
Of course, these are just auxiliary tools.
The real reliance was still on Luke's wand clutched tightly in his hand.
Slytherin's Wand ......