[Slytherin's Wand Gold.]

It was Salazar Slytherin's longest-used wand. It is made of snake wood and the body of the staff, and the basilisk horn is the core. The Gaunt family, who has the talent of "Parseltongue (Snake Language)", is able to communicate with it at a certain level.

Incidental Skill: Transform into a Snake (Relying on the magic accumulated by hundreds of years of incarnating into a snake, according to the user's existing ability, the user's overall ability is greatly improved.) ）

Notes: Only descendants of snakes can incarnate as snakes. 】

That's what Luke relies on. But the system's introduction to this wand is like the clues it gives to the individual tasks. Vague and informative.

Large-scale, how can it be considered large-scale?

Luke hadn't used this skill before, and he could feel the power of it, but he didn't know how to benchmark it.

A normal adult wizard? Or was it the wounded Voldemort, or was it stronger?

Luke needs confirmation.

He had walked less than two hundred meters before he felt something fall on his shoulder.

He turned his head to look, and a dark green tree guard robe sat on his shoulder, unconcerned about the dark and evil aura on his body.

After noticing that he was looking over, the tree protector Luo Guo waved to nature and said hello to him.

"Where is he?"

Luke asked in a hoarse voice.

He didn't say much, and stretched out his finger to the left front. So Luke walked over that direction.

The Forbidden Forest is very large, and the Forbidden Forest at night is even deeper because of the narrowing of the field of vision. The call of the owl sounded from time to time in the forest.

Luke knew that this wasn't a school-like owl delivering letters. These owls live in the Forbidden Forest and are reluctant to become working eagles delivering messages to humans.

But as we went deeper, there was silence at the edge of the forest.

The chirping of the insects was gone, and even the moonlight was blocked by the lush canopy, and only the scattered moonlight pierced through the leaves, poking messily at the ground.

Luke knew that this was already the territory of the Eight-Eyed Spider. He couldn't help but get a little nervous, but his mind became calmer and calmer.

And at this moment, the Tree Protector patted his snake face mask, pointed ahead to him again, and then jumped directly off his shoulder.

Luke watched as the little creature climbed a tree and then disappeared completely.

"Why are you staying here...... Could it be that he has a need for the Eight-Eyed Spider? ”

Luke was surprised. It stands to reason that the eight-eyed spider not only has less magic in its body than a unicorn, but it is also more dangerous to hunt than a unicorn.

He has a high danger rating because he is more aggressive and is a social animal.

This is also the reason why they are harder to hunt. If they can't stop them from passing on the message, then the hunters will have to deal with an entire horde of eight-eyed spiders.

In particular, the eight-eyed giant spider population in the Forbidden Forest is ridiculously large...... I can only say that Hagrid took such good care of them!

But no matter what, now that it's already here, Luke always has to go up and have a look.

Walking towards the location indicated by the Tree Guard, Luke walked over without hesitation.

"Plus a little bit of the flesh of the Eight-Eyed Spider!"

The sound of madness sounded in Quirrell's head, and it made his head hurt.

"No, I can't add it, master. The upper limit of safe usage has been reached. Quirrell's voice even cried.

"Shut up! Do you know or I understand! Add! ”

"This strengthens your weak body! Damn it! If it's not that your body is too weak! How can I drive...... Sneak attack by that damn ghost! ”

Voldemort's roar really broke Quirrell's heart, from the inside out.

At that time, after the class, you said that I was your most loyal subordinate, and now I was educated by a ghost, and complained that my body was not good, which limited your play......

And you were the one who attacked someone's Peeves!

Although Quirrell kept complaining in his heart, the trembling hand still threw the fresh, large piece of flesh of the eight-eyed giant spider that had just been cut off into the crucible.

Having said that, he really couldn't understand why he had to boil medicine here. Will going back to boil it make the effect of the medicine dissipate?!

If a few more eight-eyed giant spiders come back, his weak body won't be able to withstand another waste!

"You know what!" Voldemort scoffed, "This potion can only be used on the spot. This is the recipe for the potion that Severus gave me back then! ”

"It would be better if you drank the unicorn's blood again after using it, but now that the matter is urgent, I can only make do with it first. In a few days, we'll go back to the Forbidden Forest to find the whereabouts of the unicorn. ”

After the hysteria, Voldemort seems to have gradually come to his senses.

"Quilinas, believe me, I'm absolutely right, and I'm absolutely going to lead you to victory."

Voldemort said it sounded good, and if it hadn't been for the previous roar, it would probably have been better.

But Quirrell is now completely in the mouth and can't spit out, and evil is in his heart and he doesn't dare to give birth.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

With a simple answer, Quirrell ignored Voldemort. Instead, he concentrated on stirring the cauldron, praying that the potion would be boiled quickly.

Although everyone knows that this thing is definitely a medicine for tigers and wolves. But Quirrell knew one thing, too. The moment he was entangled by Voldemort, there was no way back.

Either tell Dumbledore and die with Voldemort; Either help Voldemort complete the resurrection, or the middle way collapses before the business succeeds.

There is no other option. The latter is nonsense, but at least it is not a mortal death. Thinking about it this way, he really didn't have a choice.

If he could, he really wanted to make a time turner, and then reward himself with a killing curse for wanting to go to Albania.

It is better to die in your own hands than to be tortured like this now.

Of course, he was just talking. If he really had that courage, he wouldn't be still being tortured now.

The potion in the cauldron gradually turned light green, and a pungent smell of medicine emerged. Quirrell hurriedly added a scent-blocking spell. lest others discover their whereabouts.

And just as he was engrossed in staring at the boiling medicine, Voldemort's voice suddenly came to his mind.

"Don't mess around! Drink it up! Someone is coming, and the target is us! ”

Voldemort's words startled Quirrell, and he immediately looked up. Then they found the figure not far away, slowly walking towards them.

I couldn't see my face clearly from a distance, and I could only see the eyes that glowed faintly yellow. And the aura of darkness that can be felt from afar.

The comers are not good.

Quirrell made up his mind with ease, and then picked up the cauldron without hesitation. Thanks to the dragon skin gloves, his hands were not burned.

Glancing at the hot potion, he was ruthless and poured it directly.