Quirrell sat cross-legged by the Black Lake, looking at the familiar body, completely controlled by others, but like a spectator, he could only watch and do nothing...... It was painful and frightening for him.

Quirrell knew that it was a form of magic called the Shapeshifter that allowed the Dark Lord to take control of his body.

This also shows that the Dark Lord's power is increasing little by little, after all, before that, he spent most of his time sleeping.

This is the effect of sucking the blood of a unicorn, which can prolong life and heal injuries, but if you suck this pure blood, you will also suffer curses and backlash

Quirrell had been hunting unicorns in the Forbidden Forest lately and giving them to Voldemort to eat, especially when he was seriously injured after being hit by the Bludger.

"Quirrell, you said that unicorns are such beautiful creatures...... Is it a tragedy to die like this? ”

The sudden questioning brought Quirrell's consciousness back to reality, and he was dull for a moment before he realized that the Dark Lord was talking to him.

Quirrell didn't know how to answer whether the Dark Lord was talking about philosophy, or about literary tragedy, or from a realistic point of view...... Every creature feels for its kind?

Quirrell had taught Muggle studies before, and knew so much about Muggles that he didn't know which angle to answer from for a while.

He couldn't answer, his body was so controlled that he couldn't open his mouth at all.

The Dark Lord didn't want to hear Quirrell's answer, he just wanted to talk to someone while he was eating.

I used to talk to Nagini, but after coming to the UK, I left Nagini in the Albanian forest, and I don't know how she is now.

"I think the death of the unicorn is ......a tragedy," and after a pause, Voldemort replied in a rather romantic tone:

"When I was wandering in Albania, I heard a troubadour from the Far East say that tragedy is to tear apart the beauty of everything for people to see.

I love this quote. So, I also like to create tragedy......"

There was another creepy laugh, and through the reflection of the lake, Quirrell saw the unicorn that the Dark Lord had captured and sent it to his mouth again.

Voldemort opened his mouth and bit the unicorn's neck, gulping down its precious blood.

Voldemort felt that his soul had been washed, exuding a special sense of satisfaction, a satisfaction from the inside out, as if it had been filled with a unicorn.

The unicorn's blood was nourishing him and making him stronger.

For the first time in the ten years since losing his body, Voldemort has clearly felt his strength growing, which is a wonderful breath.

As for the curse of the unicorn...... Heh~ He lost all his strength and wandered half-dead, which is the biggest curse for him!

He has nothing left to lose!!

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded, interrupting Voldemort's eating.

He lifted Quirrell's robes, gracefully wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked up to see the pesky centaurs.

The leader Barrett found that the black-robed wizard was sucking the blood of the unicorn, and his face was full of anger, and he opened his great bow and drew it like a full moon.

Sharp arrows shoot at the black-robed wizard!

Voldemort let go of the dying unicorn and tossed it aside, standing up and raising Quirrell's wand.

When the arrow broke through the air and was about to land on Voldemort's face, it suddenly stood still, suspended in the air.

Voldemort raised his wand and pressed the tip of his wand against the tip of the arrow, which shattered in the air, but it did not disperse, and was enveloped in a black mist.

He took his wand's right hand, slowly drew an index finger, flicked his finger, and the arrow flew back upside down, and Barrett shot another arrow, trying to shoot it down, but it was bounced off by the black mist.

The arrow made an arc, and at great speed, it pierced the palm of Barrett's hand holding the bow and arrow, and the wound was corroded by the black mist, making a hissing sound.

Barrett endured the pain, he did not throw away the big bow in his hand, but lowered the right arm with the bloody flesh of his hand, and held the bow in one hand in his left arm, pulling the bow with the horse's hoof!

"Get out of here!" Voldemort looked indifferent and said, "You despicable, lowly species, don't affect my meal." ”

The horses were furious, and Barrett shouted, "Shoot the arrows!" ”

Dozens of centaurs fired arrows at the same time, and the rain of arrows poured down, and the sky was densely packed with black spots, and they shot fiercely, and the bowstring suddenly loosened after being tightened, making a buzzing sound.

Voldemort smiled disdainfully, and with a twist of his wrist, he summoned a shield in front of him, and the arrows seemed to hit the iron plate, and all of them were slammed away, and the ground was instantly filled with scattered arrows, and the earth cracked and dust everywhere.

"Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!"

Voldemort smiled grimly, he can't beat Dumbledore now, and he can't beat you despicable centaurs?

He raised his wand, and a black flame erupted from the tip of the wand.

The flames were so small that they fell on the surface of the lake, but instead they were extinguished, but they burned with black smoke.

"Be careful, it's a fire spell." "It burns everything, don't touch the flames," Rove reminded. ”

The black flame, which was originally only the size of a flame, gradually grew after scorching the lake, and then continued to struggle and twist, and finally turned into a black fire snake.

With Voldemort waving his wand, the black fiery serpent, which was originally less than a meter long, leaped towards the centaurs.

One meter, three meters, ten meters.

The flames engulfed the trees around them, and the fiery serpent grew in size and swept towards the centaurs.

Rove originally thought that after obtaining so many magical beasts, he had become very strong.

But I didn't expect to meet Voldemort...... Even Voldemort, who was just attached to Quirrell, was completely powerless to parry.

In the sky, a strange song suddenly sounded, the sound was illusory and ethereal, but it was exciting, and the tribe of centaurs, who had almost collapsed, regained their courage.

After a burst of flames, the phoenix appeared, and Dumbledore, holding the phoenix's long golden tail tightly with one hand, followed suit.

The next moment, a powerful black flame rushed to his face, Dumbledore stood at the front, his sleeves fluttering, hunting by the strong wind, he raised a wand, and said in a loud voice:

"All curses are over!"

The black fiery snake was more than ten meters long, circling and flying, and the heat wave hit its face, crashing into Dumbledore.

At this time, the white-haired old man standing tall in the wind appeared in front of him, like an invisible mirror.

After the black flame collided with the mirror, bursts of dazzling sparks burst out, brilliant and incomparably bright, the barrier was constantly compressing, and the flames were also dissipating sharply.

Dumbledore's sleeves and hair were tossed, but his body didn't take a step back.

The old man waved his wand again, and he looked up and whispered:

"The storm is coming."

In the mountains and forests, hundreds of fierce winds, blowing from afar, converged to form a tornado, rolled up the fluttering fire snake, and flew towards the sky.

Dumbledore exuded a powerful aura, and the centaurs looked at him in awe.

Bane was even more nervous, he swallowed his spit, and decided to heed Grett's warning to stay away from the little wizard.

Voldemort's face was gloomy, and he absorbed a lot of unicorn blood, making him strong enough to control Quirrell's body.

But the upper limit of his power is only Quirrell himself.

Quirrell's strength was not bad, especially since he had been teaching him for a long time, otherwise he would not have been able to infiltrate Gringotts and escape from the Aurors' pursuit.

But it was impossible to compare with Dumbledore.

Even during Voldemort's total victory, he didn't dare to say that he could win against Dumbledore.

The black figure turned and ran.

"Go save the unicorn." Dumbledore followed suit.

Riding a broomstick, Rove flew towards the lake, which had almost dried up, and finally landed on the shore.

The unicorn lay on the ground, its chest slightly heaving, and the silver-white blood kept pouring out of its neck, still undetracted from its holy beauty.

But its vitality has not been cut off, so the pain it endures will generally be heavier and longer.

Rove transferred the injured unicorn to the box, and there was a "ding" in his head.

[A wild unicorn is detected, and the side quest is triggered:]

Heal a badly wounded unicorn with a bonus of magic:

【Healing Hand】

[Powerful healing ability, when you touch the body of a magical creature with your heart, it can speed up the wound]

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