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Facing Hagrid, the caretaker of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts and the person Dumbledore trusts most.

The person opposite doesn't talk much.

A terrifying green light shot towards Hagrid.

He wanted to kill Dumbledore's henchmen directly.

This green light was like the kiss of death, which made Hagrid despair.

Hagrid knew what kind of magic it was, and he also knew that anyone who caught it would die.

During the period when the Dark Lord was raging, countless wizards had fallen under this magic and lived in fear of the green light.

Harry's parents were like this, and it seemed like he was too.

He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't move faster than the speed of the Death Curse.

But a white figure stood in front of him like lightning, blocking this fatal life-killing curse.

"No!"

Hagrid's veins popped out, his eyes were split open, and he roared angrily.

He didn't expect that this unicorn would save him at the critical moment, regardless of his life.

Unicorns are his friends in the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid also likes these holy creatures living in the Forbidden Forest.

Their relationship was very good, and Hagrid often groomed the unicorns and even knitted a rug from their shed hair.

Hagrid rushed to check the unicorn's injuries with tears in his eyes.

Even as a top-level magical creature, its life has come to an end after resisting a life-killing curse.

Voldemort was controlling Quirrell's body and slowly approaching Hagrid.

If it weren't for Hagrid, a reckless guy, he could suck more unicorn blood and regain more power.

He wanted to walk towards Hagrid step by step, quietly admiring the powerlessness and despair in Hagrid's eyes.

"Wang! Wang! Wang!"

Seeing that his master was threatened, Yaya pouted and stood firmly in front of Hagrid, trembling his legs and barking at him.

"Your pet? It seems to care about you very much? I just don't know if it can still be loyal in the face of death."

Voldemort raised his wand again, and a green light struck again, hitting the ground in front of Yaya's left foot.

Yaya finally braved it once, and when he saw the incoming green light hitting the ground, he immediately ran away with his tail between his legs.

After Voldemort watched Fang flee hastily, he jokingly said to Hagrid: "It seems that your pet is not loyal, but he is smarter than you. At least he knows how to abandon his owner and run for his life when danger comes, but you are just stupid." It’s really boring to stand around stupidly.”

Voldemort had no intention of killing Fang, and killing a dog would not satisfy him.

Seeing the black-robed wizard who was still approaching, Hagrid immediately smashed the magic lamp in his hand together with the iron cage.

As a half-giant of mixed race, Hagrid's strength is naturally far beyond that of ordinary people.

It is undoubtedly meaningless to use this method to deal with a powerful wizard who is wary.

"Smashed to pieces!"

Voldemort flicked his wand again, turning the magic lamp and iron cage that Hagrid had smashed over into a pile of rubble.

But Hagrid's goal was achieved.

Just as the magic lamp, iron cage and several rats exploded in the air, Hagrid did not refill his crossbow with an arrow immediately, but chose to escape.

He knew that this dark wizard hidden in the black robe was not someone he could deal with.

"That's right, running away and dying in fear is the most beautiful sight."

"The rest is up to you, Quirrell. Don't let me down."

Looking at Hagrid running away, Voldemort handed over control of his body to Quirrell, while he digested the results of drinking the unicorn's blood.

Voldemort believed that as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, it would be easy for Quirrell to chase and kill a half-blood giant who could not release magic, so he rest assured that control of his body was given to Quirrell.

"Yes, my master."

After accepting the order, Quirrell waved his wand and cast the killing curse on Hagrid, who was escaping.

But this time the killing curse was a little crooked, and it didn't hit Hagrid at all. Instead, it caused him to distance himself.

"Trash! It seems I have too high expectations for you."

Voldemort cursed quietly in Quirrell's mind.

Quirrell was a little aggrieved. If Voldemort hadn't absorbed too much vitality these days, his hands wouldn't be shaking so much, causing the Death Curse to be really crooked.

To cast the Avada Kedavra normally, you not only need to have a strong murderous intention towards the target in your heart, but also wave your wand to draw a lightning bolt from top to bottom.

This posture tests the proficiency and accuracy of the spell caster.

It was normal for Quirrell to miss the moving Hagrid.

Facing the Dark Lord who could control his life and death at any time, Quirrell did not dare to complain and could only vent his anger on Hagrid.

"Smashed to pieces!"

A ray of white light surged from Quirrell's wand and struck Hagrid, who was escaping.

Hagrid felt a sharp pain in his back, and he couldn't help but stumble as he ran forward.

Hagrid endured the severe pain. He knew that his back must be bloody. If it weren't for the fact that Hagrid's half-giant bloodline gave him extremely strong magic resistance, just this one blow would be enough to kill an adult. The wizard was blown to pieces.

"Idiot! Don't you know how to use black magic? Ordinary spells cannot have a fatal effect on creatures like half-giants!"

If he hadn't started absorbing the unicorn's blood and couldn't stop it, Voldemort would have wanted to come out and beat Quilode.

Quirrell followed the Dark Lord's command and prepared to brew the Cruciatus Curse to attack Hagrid.

The Cruciatus Curse is not a spell that ordinary people can cast. It not only requires an extremely high level of magic and magical energy, but also requires the caster to have a great desire to cause pain to the other person and take pleasure in doing so in order to be effective.

"Idiot! If you continue to indulge in boring emotions, that guy will run away long ago!"

Quirrell Dingqing took a look and found that Hagrid had already traveled a long distance as the Dark Lord said.

Hagrid was two meters tall and very familiar with the environment of the Forbidden Forest. It only took a few seconds to cover a long distance.

Quirrell immediately chased after him, and kept using "Shatter to pieces" to force Hagrid to stop.

After a while, a huge figure over two meters tall emerged from the woods with difficulty.

The already shabby clothes on his body have become even more shabby.

The back was exposed to the air, and blood slowly flowed from the bloody wounds, staining the clothes with large amounts of blood.

Normally, the strong smell of blood would have attracted wanderers in the Forbidden Forest, but at this time, the Forbidden Forest was extremely quiet.

Apart from the noise caused by Hagrid himself, the only sounds that could be heard were the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects.

The sky has completely darkened.

It was extremely dark in the Forbidden Forest at this time. Fortunately, the half-giant bloodline gave Hagrid the ability to see at night, so that he would not get lost in the dark Forbidden Forest.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

Hagrid leaned against the tree and panted heavily. In one hand, he held the wooden stick that he had broken off as a weapon when he escaped. In the other hand, he held the crossbow and looked forward.

Ahead is the tribe of centaurs.

Hagrid believed that even the dark wizard who had been following them would not dare to confront the entire centaurs tribe.

There was a rustling sound from behind.

Hagrid was bleeding too much and couldn't run.

He looked back warily, saw the figure walking out from behind the trees, and threw the stick again.

"Fractured!"

This attack was still in vain.

As the stick broke in the air, Hagrid shot the last arrow.

"Armor protection!"

The invisible wall blocked the flying arrows and also blocked Hagrid's last hope.

"The boring chase game ends here, you dirty half-blood."

The dark wizard inched closer again.

Quirrell knows his physical condition. He has dedicated most of his life force to the great Dark Lord. Now, without the blessing of magic, his body cannot sustain running for a long time.

So he was going to use the Cruciatus Curse to torture this hybrid giant who made him run away from half of the Forbidden Forest.

He dedicated his wails to the great Dark Lord in order to appease his dissatisfaction with himself and attempt to reverse the Dark Lord's evaluation of himself.