Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 65 Routines
The light mist shot out quickly, and Linde could see that the black mist obviously wanted to avoid it, but staggered for some reason, and could only quickly turn sideways when the light mist hit his eyes.

The right half of his body was hit hard at once, and then his whole body was shot backwards, directly smashing a small tree branch, and then hitting the boulder behind him.

The unicorn twitched its bleeding nose, shook its trembling limbs with all its strength, turned around and ran back, the skin of its broken right hind leg was punctured by the bone with the movement of the body, and spurted out Lots of blood.

It made a whooping sound as it ran, and Quirrell had destroyed its vocal chords before to prevent its cry from arousing the rest of the creatures in the forest.

If the unicorn hadn't reacted too quickly, it would have destroyed more than just the vocal cords.

"Hurry up, you idiot!" A hoarse and ugly voice came from Quirrell, followed by Quirrell's trembling and timid voice: "Okay, good master."

After finishing speaking, the figure of the black mist that was knocked out just now flew out in the direction where the unicorn was fleeing.

Halfway through the flight, the figure turned around unnaturally, the figure was close to the ground, and a hideous face resembling a skeleton appeared on the back of his head, greedily sticking out his tongue and licking the stone sprayed by the unicorn just now. warm blood.

Amidst the wind blowing from his speedy flight, Linde also heard a contented hum.

Seeing them flying past, Linde first raised his head to gesture to Andersen who was hidden in the canopy of the tree, and then took out his pocket watch to take a look.

It's eleven o'clock.

Harry, they will be here soon.

Thinking of this, Linde also ran towards them.

Their moving speed was extremely fast. No matter how well Linde knew the terrain, he couldn't catch up with them. He could barely keep up with Andersen and the denser blood on the ground.

He also vaguely remembered the goal of his trip: to save the unicorn.

He still remembers the oath he made in his heart to save the unicorn standing on the bedroom window looking at the night sky, and he still remembers countless days and nights when he said to himself in front of the mirror in the bathroom: must save it.

Be sure to save it.

Lindra tugged on her robe, lightly released a floating spell for herself, and chased in that direction at a higher speed.

After running at top speed for a while, a string of dazzling silver lights shot into his eyes through the forest.

Linde squinted his eyes, thinking that it was the new battlefield between Unicorn and Quirrell.Thinking, he turned his head,

The ugly quacking of crows sounded in the night sky again, and a bunch of silly birds called again.

With the loud chirping of birds, Linde released two spells on the periphery of the battlefield.

The white light didn't last long, and almost when Linde finished releasing the two spells, a stronger black mist enveloped the white light.

Linde's vision returned to normal, and he rushed in directly.With a sweep of the eye, to the right, the unicorn is lying on the ground, out of breath and likely to die at any moment.

And there is a figure on the left, waving a wand, and a red halo emerges from the wand.

"Flaming—"

Sparks jumped from the shoulder of the black mist, and when it was about to burst into flames, a magic wand exuding light blue fluorescence directly brushed against the shoulder and terminated the spell that had not been fully released.

Seeing this scene, Linde was terrified. He understood why those senior wizards seldom chanted spells when they were watching movies.

Sometimes, just a thought can unleash a spell.

And in any form.

Linde saw that the color of the halo from the wand just now was the same as the color of the magic spell he released.

But no incantations, no waving of wands, no dazed emergence from the tip of the wand.

Quirrell hurriedly turned his head to look at Linde.

Black robe, strange mask, it seems that I have seen this kind of mask in the Muggle world when I was traveling around the world, and this figure...

I don't remember knowing this person at all!
"You... who are you?!" Quirrell asked in a trembling voice, bent over, feeling like a dick all over his body.

But Linde seemed to feel that the man in front of him was very imposing for a moment, but he changed into this timid look in the next moment, making him a little unsure if he was wrong.

Quirrell looked at the guy in front of him, and was about to attack, but he saw a curse in his mouth.

"Avada—"

When Quirrell heard the voice, although he felt that the other party's pronunciation was a bit awkward, he didn't have time to think about it. No one could bear the price of this spell.

Apparition is prohibited within Hogwarts and even the Forbidden Forest. Quirrell turned into a black mist, staring at the opponent's wand waving extremely fast, and the wand in his hand also emitted dangerous colors that were constantly changing.

It only took a moment, and the moment Linde quickly finished chanting the spell, Quirrell leaned instinctively to the side, but he didn't see any magic spell released by the opponent's wand.

"It turned out to be a flower stand"

"Hiss——" the ear-piercing roar was accompanied by a huge body ejected and bit Quirrell's waist.He was taken directly to the ground and rolled twice.

"Ugh!" Quirrell fell to the ground and looked at his waist, only to see a piebald python biting him tightly with its long teeth stuck in his flesh.

Quirrell also understands what's going on now, the Avada Kedavra is simply to attract attention, and this snake is the main means of attack!
Is this person on the opposite side a Parseltongue? !

The two people on the same body couldn't help thinking.

But in fact, this is a combination of the oolong out of the hole and the magnification spell that Linde just made.

When it bit his waist, the thick body of the boa constrictor wrapped around his body and began to exert strength, and thick black mist gushed out from the gap in the snake's body.

"Hiss hiss~ hiss~" An intermittent hiss came from the back of Quirrell's head. Hearing the sound, the snake uncontrollably let go of its bite on Quirrell's body, slid out and turned its head. , The yellow snake pupil stared at Linde firmly.

The hissing sound continued, and when the snake was about to rush over, its body shrunk uncontrollably, and then turned into a little guy no more than one meter away.

Quirrell clutched his stomach and cast the Restoration Curse on himself.There was an angry shout from the back of his head: "You idiot, kill him for me." Voldemort knew very well that this guy in front of him would play such a low-level routine even if he really understood the Avada curse.

Quirrell replied in a low voice: "Definitely... definitely will." As he spoke, he squeezed his wand tremblingly, but when he raised his head, he couldn't see where the masked man in front of him went.

Quirrell hurriedly picked up his wand and pointed it towards the ground, layers of faint white light waves spread out from Quirrell's wand, just like radar.

After a while, Quirrell felt the feedback from the spell, and said to the master in the back of his head fearfully and worriedly: "He...he is gone, master."

"What the hell are you telling me, I can't see. Tracking spell, idiot, idiot."

Voldemort's voice became more and more angry, and when Quirrell shook his head from side to side, he took another look at the unicorn lying on the ground dying.

Don't worry, go kill that guy first!
Voldemort thought bitterly, and began to urge Quirrell again.

"But... but he didn't... didn't leave anything behind!"

"Your shoulders, magic...you've really had enough of you!"

Hearing this, Quirrell suddenly realized, and hurriedly apologized to Voldemort, while tearing off the cloth on his shoulders.

There was a brown scar on that piece of cloth, which was left by the flame curse that Linde released just now.

The tracing spell is a high-level spell, and it is very difficult to release it easily and silently, and Quirrell still can't do it.

He took his wand and tapped the rag.

"Looking for the source—"

The piece of cloth flew up and headed somewhere.

　The "trace search" in this chapter and the "trace flash" used by Snape in Chapter 29 both come from the two spells that Newt released when he was looking for Tina in "Fantastic Beasts 2".

　　"Flash of Traces" is to blow out the golden mist to reproduce the past scene, and it can be used in conjunction with the Manifestation Charm. (Newt used this spell to discover the Zouwu for the first time)

　　"Looking for the source" is Newt's magic spell on the feather, it will automatically fly to Tina, the Chinese translation of English and Chinese is: feather compass.The Mandarin version is: Trace the source
　　
　
(End of this chapter)