"Harry." On the overgrown path, Hermione and Ron struggled along.

"Shh

Harry, who was at the front, suddenly beckoned to the two of them, and the three of them leaned down, bent over, and groped forward little by little, until they finally approached a tree, which was made of a hollow.

"Look—" Harry, poking his head out, pointed to the shadows of the trees not far away.

"That's—"

The other two looked at it, and under the shade of the moon-shadowed trees, just above the mottled halo, a black shadow was lying strangely on the ground, its limbs raised high, the back of its head pressed against the ground, using its mouthparts that should not have existed, greedily sucking the blood flowing from the unicorn corpse on the ground.

"This~"

Seeing this, the three of them all widened their eyes, frightened and terrifying, and from the deepest part of everyone's heart, it seemed that the unspeakable evil was devouring their only remaining reason.

"What's that?" Hermione asked with a shudder.

Her body was clinging to the ground, and even the grass beside her was swaying.

"I don't know." Harry's teeth trembled.

However, unlike Hermione and Ron, he didn't pay all his attention to the monster at this time, but looked around at someone's figure.

"Oh my God. Shall we run away? If you get discovered by that monster. Ron was on the verge of crying, he would rather fight a troll alone than stay in this place for a second.

As he spoke, he began to tremble and retreat.

And then, like all the story collections, he stepped on the branch of his fate.

"Click!" The sound was so crisp that it could be heard far away in this silent forest.

"Whew~" Almost the next second the voice came out, the black shadow had already 'stood'.

The limbs turned out strangely, then twitched violently, and it took a moment to return to normal.

"Harry~~" This time, Ron really cried.

Because he saw that monster, staring at him!

Silent night.

The two people just looked at each other.

Look - look at the branch of Owen inexplicably embarrassed.

He didn't expect Harry to chase after him.

I chased for a full twenty minutes.

The question is, he'd changed his route a few times, so why could Harry still be in the right direction?

Or was it because Voldemort was here, and he was automatically navigated by the Needle?

And he is not the only one who can't figure out the situation.

The mysterious man who was enjoying a late-night snack was obviously surprised by the sudden appearance of a few young wizards.

However, the Dark Lord is black magic in the end.

It was just a brief moment of stunnedness.

A green light instantly illuminated the entire Forbidden Forest.

The three little ones hurriedly bowed their heads and squatted down, and the death curse brushed over their heads.

Uh-huh - raise your hand and nibble on a big melon, it's Voldemort.

"Bang!"

Another blasting spell struck, a huge red flame that shook Harry and the others out of the tree pit.

Then the man in black flicked his wrist, and with another life-requiring spell, he headed straight for Harry.

"Idiot!" At this moment, a reprimand came from the dark shadow under the robe.

Then, the spell that flew towards Harry flew through his cheek due to the caster's control.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~~" The experience of death that he had never experienced before made Harry gasp for breath, and his eyes were about to be wrapped in the green just now.

At that moment, he began to live a marquee.

"Bang!" The death curse that passed by his face blew off a large tree.

The loud explosion brought Harry back to his senses.

"That kid can only be killed by me! It can only be me!! Under the black robe, an annoyed voice sounded, and then another voice came, apologizing in horror: "I'm sorry, master, it's my fault, I just want to-"

"Enough!"

"Kill the other two who get in the way, and give him to me!"

"Yes." The black-robed man bowed and said respectfully.

Then his eyes locked on Hermione.

"Arvada—"

"Iron Armor"

Hermione subconsciously threw out the armor charm. The azure armor is like a wall made of paper.

It didn't even play a role in delaying. and it was torn apart.

Hermione was completely stunned to see that her spell didn't work, and she wasn't mentally prepared.

Although the book clearly remembers the mantra. There is no counter-spell.

But words are words, reality is reality. It was a real feeling when she saw her spell fail, and death was near. That feeling of powerlessness.

Never.

Hermione, as if she had lost her soul, did not make any resistance, and stared blankly at the green light that was gradually gathering.

He closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, an explosion was heard. Before the smoke had cleared, a playful sound followed.

"Yo, is this giving up, Miss Granger? Is this still you? You don't know a Slytherin polypotion with Hermione hair! ”

The smoke cleared, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Suddenly, a boy she knew all too well was looking at her lazily.

Owen poked her cheek with his wand in his hand.

"Miss, you're not dead." He said.

"Hey, I'll just say that you don't pay attention in class, I remember that I seemed to have clearly said that to deal with the Curse of Death, you must use Transfiguration, and there must be a physical collision to counteract it, not pure magic."

The great Professor Sánchez had not given up on teaching the worst students of the class at this time.

"Ou... Irving? Hermione called his name dumbfounded.

"What's wrong, don't you know each other?"

"Then you're so ruthless, we only met in the morning." Owen, holding the phoenix wand, slowly turned around.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die, after all, you-still owe me a Galleon." His cheeks are smiling, and his grey eyes seem to be the most precious gems in the world, and those who look at them will be forever enchanted.

On the other side, Quirrell was also stunned for a second for the sudden appearance of Owen, and then raised his wand without hesitation, the next life-seeking spell was already on the way.

"Arvada—"

"Arvada—"

First time against the great Dark Lord.

As a former dark boss, Owen certainly has to give him complete respect.

Gripping his wand tightly, he almost turned around and roared and uttered a spell.

The spell that kills you is like a thread pulled by death, and if you stick it to it, you will take your life.

"Ask for your life!!"

An invisible wave of air puffed up Owen's robes.

The cold wind in the forest carries a rich moisture. Brushing his handsome face.

The next moment, two green lights collided directly.

Immediately, they intertwine and cancel each other out.

"Haha, interesting, is this the power of the so-called strongest dark wizard?" Owen laughed maniacally and sarcastically in a loud voice, "Weak, it's so weak, it's really disappointing." ”

With that, his right foot slammed into the ground.

Instantly, he counted the ice with deadly blades of ice slashing towards Quirrell.

The blades set against the dark moon with an unrivaled sharpness.