There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 94 Don't Pity Me

Voldemort was furious.

Why, my horcrux can find such an excellent servant as Lucius, and it's because of stealing Gringotts to get the Philosopher's Stone, and because of the resurrection, the magic world is in panic.

This is exactly what Voldemort should do!

and I?
Attached to Quirrell like a shrinking turtle, swallowing his anger.

Bullied by the black wizard, bullied by the little wizard, bullied by the original servant, and even wanted to cry by Quirrell.

The corners of Voldemort's eyes moistened.

It was me first, obviously I subdued Lucius, why did he leave with my Horcrux?

I know life is hard, but this day is too hard.

Ahead, the unicorn whined, interrupting Voldemort's thoughts.

"Slit his throat." Voldemort said hoarsely.

I heard that vampires like to move their mouths from their necks when they suck blood. Voldemort had no experience in this area before, so he had to borrow the methods of his predecessors... former ghosts.

"Good master!" Quirrell walked to the side of the unicorn. It struggled to stand up and resist, but the injury to its lower body was too serious, so it couldn't stand up anyway.

The two huge eyes were watery, blue, full of despair, and a dark shadow was faintly reflected in them.

Wait, Sombra?
Quirrell blinked and rolled on the spot.

Cheats!Lazy donkey rolling!
Don't look at the ugly name and ugly movements, it can save lives at critical moments!

Quirrell's body rolled on the ground, landing on the back of his head.

Voldemort: "..."

My face hurts!

Voldemort didn't have time to scold Quirrell, because, where Quirrell was standing, a two-meter-tall werewolf stared at him coldly.

The body of a wolf head is fluffy all over, with yellow fangs protruding from the mouth, and there is a faint stench from the whole body.

That is the unique smell of animals, which is produced by not cleaning up all the year round.

Voldemort subdued many werewolves when he was rich, and the famous werewolf Fenrir Greyback knelt at his feet.

According to Greyback, most werewolves are normally human, only turning into wolves on the night of the full moon.

And only on the night of the full moon, when a werewolf bites a human being, will the human being be transformed into a werewolf.

Quirrell stood up, and Voldemort looked up at the sky from the back of his head.

A crescent moon.

Voldemort closed his eyes in pain, as Greyback had said.

If you encounter an existence that maintains a werewolf state all the year round, don't hesitate to kill it directly.

The human memory of this existence has been completely devoured by the will of the werewolf, turning into a beast that only knows how to eat, drink and reproduce!
Even if they are both werewolves, they cannot communicate with it in human form.

Voldemort wanted to curse.

What is the current Headmaster of Hogwarts doing? How could he leave such a dangerous thing in the Forbidden Forest?
What the hell allowed the little wizard to enter the Forbidden Forest.

In case the werewolf meets the little wizard, they will die!
The werewolf doesn't care about the unicorn on the ground, which has simple hunting wisdom.

Unicorns lose their ability to move, are dead, and ready to eat.

The human wizard in front of him is the enemy!
"Quirrell, kill it." Voldemort said grimly.

"Let this puppy know what kind of existence it offended!"

"How dare you disrespect the great Dark Lord!"

"Only blood can wash away its sins."

Quirrell was thinking of other things.

"Master, this unicorn was obviously injured by a werewolf, can its blood still drink?"

Voldemort was stunned, what do you mean?
"The werewolf's teeth and claws are highly poisonous, which can transform creatures into werewolves."

"The unicorn was injured like this, obviously poisoned!"

"In case you drink its blood, wolf's poison enters our body..."

Quirrell said, I can be a black wizard, and I am also willing to be a Death Eater. In the future, one person will be under one person and more than ten thousand people will suppress white wizards and sweep the magic world.

But if you make me a werewolf...

Sorry, I don't do it.

How can I, a good man, Qi Luo, with human blood, turn into a dirty magical animal!

A wizard, proud of his blood.

Ah this.

What Quirrell said made sense.

Voldemort hesitated, so he stopped smoking?
Forget it, three-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged ones... He meant that there are plenty of four-legged unicorns in the Forbidden Forest.

The next one is more fragrant!
"Kill this werewolf first!" Voldemort's voice was cold, and it was you, who scared Quirrell and rolled on the spot, letting the great Voldemort face the ground!
Now is the time for employing people, and it is not easy for Voldemort to vent his anger on Quirrell.

Stupid puppy, you should be honored to be the one Voldemort wanted to kill!

The master has orders, and Quirrell must obey them.

"Cruciatus!" Quirrell shouted, pulling out his wand.

Werewolves are brainless, they don't know how to dodge, they only know how to be reckless.

The werewolf was hit by the Cruciatus Curse and was in extreme pain, trembling and convulsing.

"Damn Curiosity!" Voldemort laughed.

Seeing the werewolf being tortured under the Cruciatus Curse, his depressed mood improved!
His happiness is based on the werewolf's pain.

"Master, look at you." Quirrell waved his wand, and the werewolf suddenly stood upside down and suspended in the air, head down and feet down.

Fuchsia!

A small spell that was very popular at Hogwarts a few years ago, if it was cast on a little wizard, the wizard's robe would be turned over to reveal his underwear, and he would lose face from then on.

Quirrell's act of pleasing Voldemort was effective, and Voldemort laughed.

The werewolf struggled helplessly, howled, and swayed his limbs wildly. However, how could a mere werewolf resist the wizard's spell?

Mark shook his head.

Killing is nothing more than nodding the head, you just kill it, why torture it.

Let's be bad guys...I mean why you guys don't understand the principle of decisiveness when you are bad guys?

The villain died of too much talk.

Something is going to happen in the inkblot.

This is the Forbidden Forest!
Countless magical creatures nearby heard the werewolf's howls of pain.

Quirrell sniffed hard.

"What's the matter, the werewolves are being tortured and feces are pouring out?"

More than a dozen emerald green eyes are looming.

The werewolves, who were strong, covered in hair, and exuded a faint smell, walked out slowly.

Wolves are pack animals.

In the crisis-ridden Forbidden Forest, the werewolves huddled together to keep warm, relying on their numbers to create a world.

A werewolf is easy to kill, but dozens of werewolves stand shoulder to shoulder, and they are fearless even in the face of giant dragons.

"Go!" Voldemort said decisively.

"Ah, something tasty is coming out."

Behind them, two pale humanoids with only red lips blocked Quirrell's path.

The features are too obvious, two vampires.

"I'd be more than happy to have a pint of blood." The vampire on the left pressed against the unicorn, eyes full of greed: "Please let all the blood flow out."

The vampire on the right looked at Quirrell and licked his lips.

"Look, a fresh wizard."

"I am willing to accept every blood type."

"Will you give me some blood?"

Quirrell: "..."

There were seven or eight werewolves in front, and two vampires stood behind.

Quirrell wondered how he couldn't figure it out.

Fortunately, take the old man with you.

"Master, great opportunity!" Quirrell said excitedly: "The vampires that came to your door, quickly explode your strength and suppress them all!"

"I brought the seasoning, I can cook vampires for you!"

Voldemort: "..."

"Master, they are ready to attack!"

"Quick! Enter my body! Don't show mercy!"

Voldemort: "..."

When I am resurrected, I will be the first to kill you!
What kind of tiger and wolf words are you talking about!
(End of this chapter)