Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 86: Face to Voldemort
"Ahhhhh!"
Hermione let out a terrible scream. According to Hagrid, Fang Ya, who was very reliable, broke Harry's hand hard at this time and ran away lifelessly.
The figure in the hood raised his head and saw Harry directly. It stood up and walked quickly towards Harry, no, it was more accurately gliding over.
The silver unicorn blood dripped from the hollow hood on the cloak's chest, adding a bit of terrifying color to him.
Somehow, Harry staggered back when the cloak was about to approach him. At this moment, a burst of silver light shot from the pockets of Harry and Hermione, and two transparent but tough protective shields directly protected them inside.
The cloaker slowly raised his wand.
At the same time, Wright held his breath, and just as he was about to take a shot, the sound of a horseshoe trot suddenly came. The cloaker glanced in the direction of the sound, and then immediately retreated.
After a while, a horseman appeared beside Harry and Hermione. He has long platinum hair and the body of a horse with silver mane. Wright had a little impression of this horseman who appeared suddenly. It was one of the few who were more talkative among the horsemen group living in the forbidden forest.
Just as the horseman was about to take Harry and Hermione out of the forbidden forest, there was another mess of horseshoes from the other side of the clearing. Then, several other horsemen also rushed to this clearing.
These later horsemen directly called out the name of the horseman who came first: "Ferenze!"
One of the horsemen roared directly at Firenze: "What are you doing? You are letting the wizard ride on your back! Don’t you feel embarrassed? Are you an ordinary mule? ?"
Wright has no time and no interest in paying attention to the conflict of ideas between these horsemen, and even too late to take back the two small shields in the pockets of Harry and Hermione. He directly followed behind the disappeared cloak. Caught up.
After a few more minutes, the cloaker seemed to have noticed Wright’s following. He took Wright further and further, until he reached a position in the forbidden forest where Wright had never been before. Completely far away from where Harry, Hermione and the horses were.
Suddenly, the cloaker stopped abruptly, and Wright also stopped with him.
"Are you not going to come out?" The cloaked man in front suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, as if he had deliberately used some kind of cover.
Wright walked slowly towards the cloak, and when he was about ten meters away from the cloak, Wright stopped. In the wizarding world, ten meters can be regarded as a medium distance and a relatively safe distance.
"Tsk tsk, brutally kill the unicorn that symbolizes purity, drink the cursed blood, this kind of situation is rare even in the entire wizarding world." Wright took the lead to disperse the ones that had been shrouded by him. Shadow Energy, "What should I do? Professor Quirinas Quirrell."
Wright came here with Quirrell this time, not a sudden thought.
After Dumbledore finished his teaching training, Wright had always wanted to find a specific object to measure his own strength. But looking at Hogwarts as a whole, there are not no people who can make Wright let go, but Snape is the only one who can be merciless.
But how could Snape help Wright do this for no reason?
Until Changchu told him this morning about Harry’s trip to the Forbidden Forest tonight, Wright suddenly thought that there is actually a more suitable object in Hogwarts, and that is Professor Quirrell. .
From the system panel, Wright’s current strength is at the level of an intermediate wizard. According to Wright’s previous guess, the intermediate wizards are probably the more elite wizards in the wizarding world, stronger than ordinary wizards and fresh graduates. , But weaker than those elite Aurors, almost the level of ordinary Aurors.
and converted into the strength of the professors at Hogwarts, Quirrell is actually the most suitable one.
First point, Quirrell has just graduated from Hogwarts not long. Although Voldemort was attached to the back of his head, Quirrell's strength has not reached its peak state. And in the past year of being possessed, Quirrell's physical and mental conditions have been greatly devastated.
The second point, Quirrell’s plug-in now only has a little remnant soul that doesn’t know what else it can do. And whenever darkness falls, Wright's home court advantage is also ushered in.
At the third point, Quirrell, under the guidance of Voldemort, directly killed the unicorn and drank its blood. He was once again under a terrible curse and weakened again.
No, today Quirrell drank another unicorn blood. He should have made the situation worse at this time. Wright squeezed the wand in his hand and looked at Quirrell from a distance.
"How do you know it's me? Mr. Perth." The cloak slowly took off the hood on his head, his face was completely exposed to the air, and it was Professor Quirrell.
is different from the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor who was always cowering and stammering in the past, as if a giant monster could frighten him. At this time, the one standing opposite Wright was a cold and severe face. The black wizard, the purple turban that had been on his head was also lost at this time. If you look closely, you can still see the silver unicorn blood at the corner of Quirrell’s mouth~IndoMTL.com~How did you know? "Wright looked at Quirrell in surprise, "Don't you know that the smell of garlic in your head has drifted into my nose along the wind?" "
After finished speaking, Wright still felt that his words were not very convincing, and stretched out his left hand to fan in front of his nose, as if it really smelled like garlic.
"You!" Quirrell's face suddenly became very hideous. Just when he was about to take out his wand and attack Wright, a shrill voice rang, and at this time, Quirrell's lips didn't move at all. .
"Let me talk to him, face to face." The voice said.
"But Master, your physical strength has not been fully recovered." While Quirrell was speaking, the terrifying look on his face was instantly wiped away, replaced by a humble smile, even his own. The back bends down a bit at this time.
"I still have this strength," the voice said.
Quirrell slowly turned around in obedience. It was supposed to be the back of his head, but now he was having a face. The color of this face is as white as flour, and the red eyes emit a burst of light, and underneath are two slender nostrils like snakes.
"Wright Pass..." Quirrell spoke with the face on the back of his head, his voice seemed to be whispering, "I've been paying attention to you a long time ago. I have noticed you since the beginning of the semester. Up."
"I have never seen a child with a natural endowment like you, even at this age, I will not do better than you. Join me, join my command, I will give you eternal life and hardship The power of imagination."