Chapter 453 Do You Like It? ! (Thanks to the Leader of "Royal God Equipment_Don't Forget"!)

Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, the location is unknown.

The black smoke and dust gradually condensed into a human form. Quirinus Quirrell gasped, and the figure appeared beside an ancient tree entangled with snake-like vines. The original hood had been lifted, and his face flashed. A tremor of fear passed through.

"What is that?" His lips trembled and he was a little incoherent. "My great master... just now... the power of that curse. I have never seen such a terrifying killing curse. Who is that child... "

For the first time in so many years, Quirinus Quirrell faced such a powerful and swift spell that his mind went blank the moment the green light flashed, and he even forgot to open his mouth to resist.

If the Dark Lord hadn't temporarily taken over his body, he might have been reduced to a cold corpse at this point.

"Paracelsus... Paracelsus..."

A hoarse and low voice answered, with strong resentment and hatred in his voice.

Just now, Voldemort exhausted the little physical strength he had finally recovered during this period. If it weren't for the power of those unicorn blood, he might not even have the strength to speak.

What made him even more angry was the hesitation displayed by Quirinus Quirrell.

"Incompetent guy! I feel your cowardice, fear, and this disgusting stench... You are just a slow-moving old guy. It would be at least several times more powerful for me to use the killing curse than him."

Voldemort said viciously, but it was still difficult to conceal the fatigue and weakness behind the sharp voice.

"Quirinas, you disappoint me so much. Now, go back to the castle..."

"But, Master." Quirinus Quirrell trembled, with a trace of hesitation on his face.

"On my own, if I encounter that mysterious wizard or the big dog again - you know, my power is so weak, I am worried -"

"Waste...waste...if you are really in danger, I will naturally help you when necessary..."

The Dark Lord let out a low, hoarse growl, with extreme impatience in his tone.

"Is it possible that you think that finding a way needs to consume my energy?!"

If it weren't for his damn sense of direction, he wouldn't have been stuck in a remote Albanian forest, waiting for ten years before he finally met Quirrell, a stupid and ignorant wizard.

You know, when he first became a wandering spirit, Voldemort once thought about going to Lestrange Manor to find his most loyal servant and subordinate Bellatrix Lestrange, but... …

Until Voldemort read the news of Bellatrix Lestrange's arrest from a roadside newspaper, he failed to find the correct path to Lestrange Manor in this chaotic and chaotic world.

You know, when his power was at its peak, the great Dark Lord never worried about these trivial issues.

Those loyal Death Eaters, as well as every wizard who harbored resentment against him and dared to call his name, were like torches in the dark night, lighting up the entire chaotic world in his mind.

The Dark Lord is everywhere and omnipotent...

He is in charge of the fear in the entire magical world. Wherever he goes, death will come. No one can be an exception, and no one can avoid it in advance.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Master, I'm going back to Hogwarts right now."

Feeling the displeasure and anger of the great being possessing his body, Quirrell trembled and kept apologizing, while raising his wand and placing it in his palm, he whispered - [Show me the way]

The wand turned in Quirrell's hand, and the tip of the wand turned 180 degrees, pointing behind him.

Quirinus Quirrell glanced at the wand in his hand and said softly in realization.

"Ah, we should go this way...we ran the wrong way before."

"Shut up! You idiot! If it weren't for me, you would be a corpse now!"

I don’t know why, but since he met that little guy, all his plans have been disrupted. He is humble, wants to stay alive, can’t defeat dogs, eats soil, and earth demons. He feels that his soul is about to be angered. It got boiling.

Even when he faced Dumbledore, he had never felt this way.

Fortunately, the power of unicorn blood has allowed him to recover at least a little bit of his physical strength. It may be difficult to release magic, but if he just curses and roars, he can still do it.

"Master, master... don't get excited and pay attention to your health..."

Quirinus Chilo swallowed, said cautiously, and was about to take steps.

At this moment, a nightmare-like roar of a beast came to the ears of the two of them (one person and one ghost?).

"Ouch! Ouch! Woof!"

"Master, master...the dog is chasing me..."

"What are you still doing? Idiot! Do you still want me to deal with that dirty and despicable mad dog?!"

"But Apparition can no longer be used!"

"Don't you have legs? I really want to turn you into a big snake, so at least you won't ask such stupid questions!"

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"Get away! You dirty dog!"

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At the same time, on the other side of the Forbidden Forest, the same location is unknown.

Grindelwald sat on a bare wooden post and listened intently to what Elena told him about what had just happened. The expression on his face was particularly ugly, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

As time went by, the first generation Dark Lord also began to experience Dumbledore's feeling of heart attack.

The old wizard took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile.

"So, you almost got yourself involved in trying to save a unicorn?"

"It just looks dangerous. I'm very measured. In fact, everything is under control..."

Elena glanced at the gloomy old potato, feeling inexplicably frightened. She smiled stiffly, pointed her fingertips on her chest, and whispered with her eyes wandering left and right.

Although it is indeed a little bit irrational to directly confront Voldemort, but judging from the results, it is good.

"Everything... is under control? Do you think I am blind?!"

Gellert Grindelwald glanced around the messy jungle - with this clearing as the center, almost all the surrounding bushes were broken in half, either burning with flames, or destroyed by dog ​​claws or magic spells.

As for the center of the open space, which is the "center of the firefight", the ground is full of potholes, large and small. The dirt in the forest looks like it has just been gnawed by dogs. There are pieces missing everywhere. It is hard to imagine. How fierce was the previous battle.

"The situation has become so serious that you have to let Lu Wei return to his original shape. Do you think this situation is under control?!"

A vein popped up on the old wizard's forehead. He stretched out his finger and poked the naughty kid in front of him on the forehead.

"Not to mention, any wizard who can hunt a unicorn on his own, if he really gets aggressive, will probably be able to get around the three-headed dog before dying and cast a curse on you even if he is injured. of."

After returning from Salzburg, Grindelwald discovered that Elena seemed to have awakened some strange preference and was very keen to get involved in various battles that were beyond her age.

Or to put it another way, Elena Kaslana, this kid is a little bloated.

As a fighting wizard at the top of the magical world, Gellert Grindelwald is very aware of the possible consequences of this mentality. If it is not stopped in time, it may be difficult for this little girl to live smoothly enough to be able to stand alone. when.

"When I return to Hogwarts Castle, I will propose to Albus that I add at least one practical spell combat class to you every week. It's time for you to clearly understand your shortcomings and limitations."

Grindelwald glanced at Elena, who was covering her head and hiding away, and said in a tone that could not be criticized.

"At least... you won't accidentally offend someone one day and suddenly die in a corner where no one knows."

"Isn't that because the situation is urgent? If I don't take action, the big guy will be killed."

Elena stuck out her tongue, hugged the little golden unicorn in front of her, and explained with a smile.

"You know, I've always liked magical beasts..."

"Hmph! You can just fool others with your words. I don't understand you yet?!"

Grindelwald snorted coldly, interrupted Elena's weak defense, and pointed at the little unicorn in the girl's arms.

"Does that mean you like it? You're greedy for that body! You _____"

"It's different, it's different. You can't eat unicorns."

Elena shook her head solemnly, and with a little strength in her hands, she hugged the somewhat uneasy golden little cutie in her arms, looked up at Grindelwald in front of her seriously, and retorted softly.

"Killing a unicorn is an extremely cruel thing. Although the blood of a unicorn has the power to extend life, the moment its blood touches our lips, our lives will be cursed and become A half-immortal life - this is the knowledge you taught me when you were at Nurmengard Castle."

"Oh? Really..."

Grindelwald glanced at Elena and the little unicorn who had noticed with a half-smile, and raised his eyebrows.

"But I seem to remember that some people directly refuted me with very powerful opinions?"

"The unicorn is a creature that exists in nature. As a herbivore, it is not qualified to be the end of the food chain, so it must be a link in the natural food chain that can be hunted and eaten."

Hearing the voice of the old wizard not far away, the little golden unicorn in Elena's arms moved its ears, and a look of confusion appeared in its big lake-blue eyes, as well as a trace of human uneasiness.

"Eh? Don't listen."

Elena's face froze, she blinked, and quickly covered the ears of the little unicorn in her arms.

As expected, Gellert Grindelwald paused, then recalled Elena's words and repeated.

"If unicorns were not edible, were costly, and had no natural enemies, then as a herbivore, they would have covered most of the world over a long period of time, instead of being as rare as they are today. ——So you come to the conclusion that the curse of unicorn blood is definitely exaggerated or misunderstood."

The old man's voice didn't know what kind of magic was cast on it, as if it sounded directly from Elena's ears instead of coming from a distance.

"You have made many assumptions about this: for example, if you hunt a unicorn for the purpose of food and sustenance, it is very likely that it will not trigger the so-called blood curse; for example, if you hunt it through cooking or After the magic potion is processed, it can neutralize the changes..."

Haha~

At this moment, the little unicorn that was originally held in Elena's arms suddenly broke free from the girl's arms with a strong force.

I saw this little golden guy hurriedly running to the big unicorn that stood up slowly. His eyes wandered back and forth between the two humans in front of him, his eyes filled with nervousness and confusion.

"Shut up! It's hard to find a little animal that's not afraid of me!"

Elena glared hard at Grindelwald, who was smiling as brightly as a chrysanthemum, then turned her head and looked at the two unicorns, one big and one small, and said softly, trying to express her kindness.

"Well...as long as I'm not starving to death, I won't eat you."

Gulu~

Gululu~

As soon as the girl finished speaking, a series of sudden stomach growls sounded in the open space.

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Guacri~ Another big chapter of more than 3,000 words! Thanks to the leader!

As I write this, I suddenly feel a little addicted to the CP of Quirrell and Voldemort, emmmmm, it’s so poisonous~

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