Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

"Ahhhhh!"

Hermione let out a horrible scream, and Fang, who Hagrid said was very reliable, broke away from Harry's hand and ran away desperately.

The hooded figure raised his head and saw Harry directly. It stood up and walked quickly towards Harry, no, more accurately, it glided towards him.

Silver unicorn blood dripped from the hollow hood onto the cloaked man's chest, giving him an even more ferocious and terrifying look.

Somehow, when the cloaked man was about to approach him, Harry suddenly staggered back. At this moment, a burst of silver light shot out from Harry and Hermione's pockets, and two transparent but tough protective shields directly protected them inside.

The cloaked man slowly raised his wand.

At the same time, Wright held his breath. Just when he was about to take action, the sound of horse hooves trotting suddenly came. The cloaked man glanced in the direction of the sound, then immediately retreated.

After a while, a centaur appeared next to Harry and Hermione. He has long platinum hair and the body of a silver-maned horse. Wright had some impression of this centaur who suddenly appeared. He was one of the few who were easy to talk to among the group of centaurs living in the Forbidden Forest.

Just as the centaurs were about to take Harry and Hermione out of the Forbidden Forest, there was another more chaotic sound of horse hooves from the other side of the clearing. Then, several other centaurs also rushed to the open space.

The following centaurs directly called out the name of the first centaur: "Fierenze!"

One of the centaurs 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 had no time or interest to pay attention to the conflict of ideas between these centaurs. He didn't even have time to take back the two small shields placed in the pockets of Harry and Hermione. He directly chased after the cloaked man who disappeared. .

After a few more minutes, the cloaked man seemed to notice that Wright was following him. He led Wright farther and farther away until he came to a place in the Forbidden Forest that Wright had never been to before. The two of them were completely far away at this time. The location of Harry, Hermione and the centaurs.

Suddenly, the cloaked man stopped abruptly, and Wright also stopped with him.

"Aren't you ready to come out?" The cloaked man in front suddenly said, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, as if he was deliberately using some means of concealment.

Wright slowly walked towards the cloaked man, and stopped when he was about ten meters away from the cloaked man. In the wizarding world, ten meters is considered a medium distance and a relatively safe distance.

"Tsk, tsk, brutally killing the unicorn that symbolizes purity, and drinking the cursed blood. Such a situation is rare even in the entire wizarding world." Wright took the lead in dispersing the shadow energy that had been surrounding him. "What should I do? Professor Quirinaxillo."

Wright's coming here with Quirrell this time was not a sudden idea.

As early as Dumbledore ended his teaching training, Wright had always wanted to find a specific object to measure his strength. But looking at the entire Hogwarts, there are not many people who can make Wright let go and fight, but the only one who can really be merciless is Snape.

But how could Snape help Wright do this for no reason?

It wasn't until this morning that Chang Chu told him about Harry and his group's trip to the Forbidden Forest tonight, and Wright suddenly thought that there was actually a more suitable partner in Hogwarts, and that was Professor Quirrell.

Judging from the system panel, Wright's current strength is at the level of intermediate wizards. According to Wright's previous guesses, intermediate wizards are probably the more elite wizards in the wizarding world. They are stronger than ordinary wizards and recent graduates, but not as powerful as ordinary wizards and recent graduates. Those elite Aurors are weaker, almost at the level of ordinary Aurors.

After calculating the strength of the professors at Hogwarts, Quirrell is actually the most suitable one.

First, Quirrell had just graduated from Hogwarts not long ago. Although Voldemort possessed the back of his head, Quirrell's own strength has never reached its peak. Moreover, during the year he was possessed, Quirrell's physical and mental conditions were greatly damaged.

The second point is that Quirrell's plug-in now only has a little remnant soul left that doesn't know what purpose it has. And whenever darkness falls, it also ushered in Wright's home field advantage.

Thirdly, under the guidance of Voldemort, Quirrell directly killed the unicorn and drank its blood. He was once again subjected to a terrible curse and his strength was weakened again.

No, Quirrell drank unicorn blood again today, and he should be adding insult to injury. Wright clenched the wand in his hand and looked at Quirrell opposite from a distance.

"How did you know it was me? Mr. Paz." The cloaked man slowly took off the hood on his head, and his face was completely exposed to the air. It was none other than Professor Quirrell.

Different from the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who always looked timid and stammering in the past, as if a giant monster could scare him, now standing opposite Wright was a dark wizard with a cold and stern face. The original purple turban covering his head also disappeared. If you look closely, you can also see the silvery-white unicorn blood at the corner of Quirrell's mouth.

"How do you know?" Wright looked at Quirrell pretending to be very surprised, "Don't you know that the smell of garlic from your head has already drifted into my nose along with the wind?"

After finishing speaking, Wright seemed to still feel that his words were not very convincing, and stretched out his left hand to fan his nose, as if there was really that smell of garlic.

"You!" Quirrell's expression suddenly became very ferocious. Just when he was about to take out his wand and attack Wright directly, a sharp voice rang out. At this time, Quirrell's lips did not move at all.

"Let me talk to him, face to face," the voice said.

"But Master, your physical strength has not been fully recovered yet." As Quirrell spoke, the original ferocious and terrifying look on his face was instantly wiped away, replaced by a smile that was so humble that he could feel the pain on his back. All bent down a little.

"I still have this little strength," the voice said.

Quirrell obeyed and slowly turned around on the spot. Where the back of his head should have been, there was now a face. The face was as white as flour, with red eyes emitting a breathtaking light, and underneath were two slender nostrils like snakes.

"Letpas..." the face on the back of Quirrell's head spoke, his voice was like a whisper, "I have been paying attention to you for a long time. I have been paying attention to you since the beginning of the semester."

"I have never seen a child as naturally gifted as you, and even at my age I could do no better than you. Join me, join me, and I will grant you eternal life and unimaginable power. ”