Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

There seemed to be a faint spot of light on the edge of the dark clouds, and the weak light of the waning moon could not penetrate the thick curtain. In the forest below, figures one white and one black were running and chasing each other quickly.

The unicorn was not running away aimlessly. She knew that the location where her tribe was was the safest place, but now she was staying away from places where unicorns might stay. She couldn't go there.

Her body has become weaker and weaker. It may take ten seconds, or at most half a minute. Her overstretched body cannot allow her to continue running as fast as now. Falling in despair on the damp soil of the Forbidden Forest is her only ending. .

If she had come to her companion at that time... her companion would have chosen to protect herself and fight the black shadow desperately, but this was not the result she wanted. She was very aware of the evil behind her. It has been around for a long time, and it is better to use your own sacrifice to exchange for the safety of other tribesmen than to increase casualties in vain.

At this moment, the only thing she hoped for was that the forest could spread her warning far away, telling her people that an evil threat was approaching them.

Just when he was at the end of his rope and his physical strength was about to run out, the shimmering magic light in the jungle ahead made the unicorn's eyes dim again.

What she saw was not a helping hand reaching out to her, it was not a fellow member of the same race she met by chance, but a group of guys who were notorious in the Forbidden Forest, and even the violent Chimaeras were unwilling to approach them.

The huge group of Acromantulas living in low-lying valleys.

Hundreds of Acromantulas silently shuttled through the forest ahead. Magic spider webs that were almost invisible to the naked eye were weaved by them at a rapid speed. A huge hunting cage covered the ground and enveloped the sky.

Perhaps in the past, such traps would have been impossible to trap unicorns. Their horns filled with magical energy could penetrate almost all magical barriers and easily tear apart obstacles blocking their charge.

But not today.

Her fur was dark, the dark magic was constantly eroding her body, and her weak limbs began to tremble.

"Are you going to become a meal for these spiders?"

"But it is ten thousand times better than being tainted by evil."

With an abyss in front of him and behind him, and with no way to go, the unicorn ran toward the inescapable trap in front of him.

But what surprised her was that in the trap woven by the Acromantula, there were actually many, many familiar beings to her.

There are Poison Leopards that are poisonous and can kill you just by breathing them, there are Chimeras and Chimeras that have bad tempers and go on a killing spree at the slightest disagreement, and there are five-legged monsters that lurk in the mud and darkness and jump out from the shadows to strangle life. , and the mysterious and powerful Sphinx who is also a Riddler...

Of course, one of the top hunters in the Forbidden Forest is also indispensable here. He has strong physical strength and is almost immune to magic. He is obviously capable of being a berserker, but he likes to play the role of a manticore with a poisonous back sting and a sneak attack.

The unicorn who broke into the trap with a death wish stood there in a daze. She had no idea what she was doing. Did she accidentally enter their party in the woods in the middle of the night?Or a fellowship?

Before she could think about it, a magic spell shot from behind her and hit her body. Although it was not a miserable green death curse, this powerful and strange black magic was not inferior at all.

The unicorn was knocked away and fell several meters, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

On the side of her waist where she was hit, a wound at least thirty centimeters long was gushing silver-white blood. The dark magic turned into a container to hold the hot blood containing sweet vitality. But if anyone wanted to drink it, It, then this blood that was not voluntarily donated by the unicorn will also attach the fatal curse to that person.

The forest was so quiet that even the chirping of insects was extinguished. This silence seemed to be mourning for a pure creature that was entering death.

The figure in the black mist that followed also appeared, but he was not able to notice what was going on here. He did not have the unicorn's eyes that could see the color of magic. At this moment, his powerful self performance and his weak heart made him exhausted. Save every ounce of mana possible.

"Ah~~"

Voldemort let out a slightly tired sigh, but there was some satisfaction in his voice.

"This beast is dead. Go ahead and drink its blood, so that I can regain some strength, my foolish servant."

As the black fog dissipated and his feet stepped on the ground again, Voldemort slowly took back his power, allowing Quirrell to become the leader of this body.

"Master...Master..." Quirrell stammered, and he carefully moved closer to the unicorn.

"What else do you want to say, you idiot?"

The boredom in Voldemort's words was not concealed at all. If he had no choice, he would not want to possess Quirrell at all.

"Curse...curse, master, I...I...I..."

"You have a solution, right?"

Every wizard knows the cursed blood of unicorns. There are a lot of wizards who poach unicorns. There are quite a few wizards who dare to do anything for money, but none of those guys have a good ending.

Even if the cursed blood is bought by someone, the money exchanged for it is often not spent. As time goes by, this terrible curse will continue to strengthen. Some people cast a spell to blow themselves up, and some sleepwalked and jumped out of the window. There are many people who choked on their food and drinks, but their wand got stuck in their crotch, and they died without even using a "cough cough reliever" on themselves.

Quirrell didn't think his life was that hard, hard enough to survive the rounds of backlash unscathed.

"As long as you get the magic stone, I can reward you with a new body. It's just a curse from a mere beast."

Voldemort, who has an extremely in-depth study of dark magic and curses, disdains any power other than humans, or non-pure-blood wizards.

"Great Master, Omnipotent Master, please forgive my foolishness."

Quirrell, who felt much more at ease in his heart, stopped stammering when he spoke. He quickly walked a few steps, ready to drink the fresh silver-white blood in one gulp.

But just when he was less than three meters away from the unicorn and could already feel some heat of life in the air, a new hunt was staged again.

A pair of black eyes appeared in his shadow, and the ground beneath his feet, which was the same as ordinary soil, turned into tentacles of hair. A weird five-legged monster burst out of the shadow. Although this was only a part of its body, it also turned into a general. Quirrell was completely shrouded in darkness.

It was like a huge mouth of the abyss opened behind him, ready to swallow it in an instant.

"Useless trash!"

Of course Voldemort, who was growing on the back of Quirrell's head, could not fail to see the attack from behind. The fist transformed into black mist erupted from Quirrell's body, and the five-legged monster who failed to attack was sent flying dozens of meters away by the punch. , but with his rough skin and thick flesh, he was not seriously injured at all.

The strange five-legged monster stood on the ground and disappeared again, preparing for its next attack.

Maybe...it won't be its turn to take action again.

Several flame-breathing dragon heads let out a shocking roar. The magical flames turned from red to pale yellow, evaporating the water vapor in the air and attacking from all directions. The scorching heat wave dried the wet soil and turned the dark The night lights up.

The black robes flew like a whirlwind, and Quirrell, who was kicked directly off the line by Voldemort, once again lost control of his body, but this moment of delay made it impossible for him to resist the insidious attack in the first place.

The dark robe was burned to ashes, and the large burns caused the flesh to become necrotic. The smell of burning was dispersed as the black mist rose.

The weak unicorn watched the strange and surprising scene in front of her. She had no idea what was happening now, but he understood that they were saving him.

The magical fire formed a fireball that was about to burst. But just before the fire was about to accumulate enough power to vent its anger, the sudden disappearance of the flame made the scene seem like an illusion.

A furious and twisted human face appeared in the center of the fireball, and the black smoke reconstructed the body. The terrible injuries suffered before seemed to be an illusion just like the flames.

Voldemort waved the wand in his hand, and the swirling black mist turned into a giant snake. It swallowed the dark snake letter and opened its huge mouth as if to devour those who dared to offend him.

"Excuse me." A distant and mysterious voice reached Voldemort's ears, "What skills will a chicken master after practicing on its own for two and a half years?"

The figure of the Sphinx appeared in the distance, with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Die!"

Voldemort, waving his staff forward, directed the black snake to shoot towards the Sphinx, but he did not show any panic.

"Answer is wrong, you need to accept punishment."

The black snake that turned into black mist suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Your magic will leave you until you die."

Almost every powerful magical creature has its own innate magic. As the Riddler, the Sphinx's voice and language are magical beings.

But when he asks a question to a certain person, a contract is established between the two. If you answer correctly, the Sphinx will be at peace with you. Even if you have humiliated him or angered him before, he will cancel it. But if you answer wrong , his punishment to you is based on his own decision.

This is not a fair contract. The existence of a contract that can be established without the consent of the other party is unfair.

But in the world of magic, as long as the signing of the contract is completed, cause and effect will occur.

Violating the most stringent "unbreakable oath" will cost you more than death. Your life and soul will be taken away and destroyed because of the oath.

Ordinary oaths sworn with a wand will be punished for breaking or breaking the oath depending on the amount of magic used.

The Sphinx's Puzzle falls into this category of contracts.

The power of this utterance directly shattered the black snake summoned by Voldemort. The few remaining threads in his body were also showing signs of collapse at this moment, but this was something Voldemort could not accept.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Quirrell's mouth, and his instantly depressed body was the price Voldemort paid after forcibly tearing up the Sphinx's riddle contract.

His magic power did not disappear, but Quirrell's body, as his carrier, was severely damaged by the backlash of magic power.

The originally boiling black mist became much thinner as a result, and the figure that turned into black smoke and floated fell from mid-air.

The Sphinx with a mysterious smile exited the stage. His mandatory riddle contract could not be used on one target continuously, and the business of buying and selling by force could not be done on a sheep.

The surrounding jungle was quiet, and the attackers who had appeared before had disappeared into the dark forest. The fear brought by the unknown made Quirrell tremble all over, and also made Voldemort fall into an incompetent rage.

He can't stay here anymore. This is obviously a trap set for him. He can't stay here anymore. He needs to go back to rest and become the trembling Professor Quirrell again, waiting for the next opportunity. A chance to get the magic stone.

He was a little scared...

But Lord Voldemort is impossible to be afraid of!

This was just a strategic retreat. He wanted to find out who was behind this attack on him, and he wanted to come back with a hundredfold revenge!

The billowing black smoke rose again, burning Quirrell's own magic power to fill the gap in his own power. Voldemort moved towards the way he came, but to his despair, the black mist came into contact with a tough barrier.

The magic spider web weaved by the Acromantula is capable of strangling and restraining beings with incredible brute force like fire dragons. The newly weaved spider web blocked the only entrance and exit. Hundreds of car-sized spiders were in the darkness. Weaving back and forth, staring in his direction with those penetrating eight eyes.

The rattling big turtle seemed to be mocking, mocking the prey caught in the net and mocking his fate that was about to be ended.

"Who is it!

! "

Voldemort, who waved his wand and drew out a silver blade, asked with a cold roar, but the only response he received was a suicidal attack by the fearless Acromantula swooping at him.

They have only two purposes here, one is to weave a cage, and the other is to prevent the prey in the cage from escaping, and for this they are willing to do whatever it takes.

This is an order from Aragog, and it is also an order from Rollo, who is like a god in their hearts.

The wanton and murderous Voldemort destroyed more than half of the Acromantulas with only four or five spells. Hundreds of Acromantula stumps and severed arms were densely covered on the ground. Maybe after a while he could open one. Road, but unfortunately, the Acromantula is just to delay a little time so that the real group of roadblockers can be ready.

Three pitch-black scorpion tails pierced the darkness silently, and their deadly poison could instantly take away the lives of most creatures.

Even if their vitality is as strong as that of a unicorn, they are not willing to be pricked by the tail needle of a manticore, otherwise it is absolutely inevitable to have diarrhea, vomiting and diarrhea for several months.

For wizards with very weak constitutions, this is a deadly poison that can kill the poison. Even a master of potions like Snape would have to spend several days to complete the antidote.

By then everyone will be dead.

"Ding, ding, ding" made three crisp sounds, and the scorpion's tail that was split by the silver blade was bounced away the moment it approached. The manticore that failed in the sneak attack did not look disappointed at all. Although he was an assassin, their Assassin's Creed has always been "As long as you kill them all, no one will notice, and the stealth will be successful."

A lion-like body emerged from the darkness, and a faint halo of magic enveloped their bodies.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The pale green light shot out three times in an instant, but the manticore, which couldn't avoid it, faced it with its chest raised.

The magic film on their bodies dimmed a little, but it did not break their defense.

There was a sound of clenching teeth, and with their mouths full of sharp teeth exposed, they raised their lion-like paws, and then suddenly stepped down!

If there is a war song at this moment, it must be a majestic and majestic song that is as exciting as an epic.

The three-headed manticore, which did not put up any defense, roared and approached. The shimmering minions tore into pieces the silver sword blade that was slashing at them, forcing Voldemort, who turned into black smoke, to run around.

Perhaps in his heyday, Voldemort had countless ways to forcibly break this protective shield of immunity from demons, but when he was extremely weak, he had no other option but to escape.

The tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, and the fallen Chiluo was chased away by beasts. It was a good show.

But in the short but fierce pursuit and counterattack, Voldemort's head, which had been stained by black magic, finally came to his senses. The manticore was indeed very strong, powerful, fast and agile, and even more powerful than Voldemort alone at this moment. Can't even beat him in single combat.

But they can't fly!

The black smoke on Voldemort's body was so thin that it almost dissipated, but he still reached a place that the manticore couldn't reach even if it jumped high, but before he could laugh happily, a layer of transparency appeared Colorless but thick and tough spider webs blocked his way.

The black mist can corrode these cobwebs, but that requires a lot of magic power and a lot of time.

But Voldemort didn't have either of these things at the moment. He didn't know if something weird would pop up in the future, something that would put him in trouble again.

The sky covered with dark clouds was filled with lightning, and the heavy rain that was about to refresh the forest trees was brewing. The brilliant thunder seemed to indicate the end of the road. The Acromantula that had not been killed by him was sticking out its buttocks and attacking spiders from all directions. Silk jets weave a cage or a resting grave for him.

A sense of despair arose spontaneously, even the Dark Lord could not perform miracles under such difficult conditions.

But even death!

The pride of being the Dark Lord would not allow him to die in the hands of these stinking beasts!

No matter who was plotting against him, even if they couldn't bite off a piece of his flesh, they would at least have to kill a few of the beasts he had tamed. It would definitely cost a lot to cultivate such a pet that obeys orders.

The ferocious color appeared again, and the black smoke that was about to be extinguished began to boil and erupt under the pressure at all costs.

Quirrell's body began to wither, which was a sign that his vitality was being squeezed and overdrawn.

Voldemort no longer cared about the life or death of this body.

The huge evil seemed to frighten the thunderclouds, and the lightning disappeared at this moment. The increasingly gloomy sky was about to drip water, and the moist moisture stained the leaves of the trees.

Perhaps this unscrupulous evil power is too eye-catching, and the divine being who hates this aura has set his sights here.

In the dark night, there was a flash of fire. The boiling golden-red flame burned away the black magic wrapped around Voldemort's body in just an instant. The cage-like spider web was also ignited, and the boiling sea of ​​​​fire rose. It reached a height of tens of meters, lighting up half of the sky in the Forbidden Forest.

Fox's small body contained seemingly endless fire. At the moment when he was angered, he turned into a blazing bird and descended here with the flames of death and destruction!

As flames filled the sky, the sound of gnashing teeth echoed in the night sky.

"Albus! Dumbledore!"

"You need to give me an explanation!"

"Now! Immediately!"

Rollo, standing on the back of the Ye Qi, stared at the sea of ​​​​fire in front of him with murderous eyes. Sure enough, after Fox swallowed the flames, an old man with white beard and hair, wearing pajamas, stood quietly in the air.

"Bah, bah, bah~"

Fawkes let out a few strange screams of disgust, then dropped Dumbledore and flew to Rollo's shoulder, rubbing his head flatteringly at Rollo's face.

"Perhaps there is some misunderstanding, Mr. Rollo?"

The old man didn't care at all about Rollo's unkind remarks just now, and waved to him, "Shall we go down to chat?"

"It would be fine if it was a misunderstanding."

Holding Fox in his arms and rubbing him in displeasure, Rollo replied with a sullen face, "You 100% did it on purpose."

(This is not meant to be poisonous. In order not to spoil too much, I can only say: For the greater good, things will become clear in about two chapters.)