Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Name: Rubeus Hagrid

Age: 63 years old

Race: Half-giant

Attributes: Strength 16, Agility 12, Constitution 17, Intelligence 10, Wisdom 11, Charisma 10

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Occupation: Wizard 7/Ranger 5

Status: Chaos Infection (Magic Effect)

Occupational Skills: Concentration 37, Arcane Knowledge 46, Spell Recognition 39, Handle Animals 86, Search 59, Survival 44

Personal Feats: Chaos Magic (Occupation Feats), Tenacity, Endurance, Fortitude Enhancement, Toughness, Giant Power (Racial Feats), Resist Skin, Animal Affinity, Ranged Shot, Smashing Weapon Proficiency

Although it is not yet possible to obtain other people's data, with the long-term contact with Hagrid, Clark still roughly estimated his panel information.

At least in his opinion, this Hogwarts hunting ground keeper and key keeper can be regarded as a perfect meat shield.

With such a good meat shield in front, what is the Master afraid of?

Besides, Clark and Quirrell are both targeting the Philosopher's Stone, and there will eventually be a battle between the two sides in the not too distant future. Now he deliberately used the matter of raising dragons to bring about the current situation.

In addition, if it can save the life of the unicorn, because of its particularity, maybe you can get another job transfer certificate information, even if you can't use it temporarily, you can transfer it to someone else in the future.

In this way, he can not only strengthen himself, but also weaken the enemy, and collect intelligence. It is a good thing to kill three birds with one stone. If he escapes, he will be really stupid.

At this moment, taking advantage of his height and long legs, Hagrid was already in front of Quirrell. The half-giant with a height of more than four meters, holding a crossbow curved like a big knife, was still very oppressive.

He learned from the experience that the arrow missed just now, worried that the opponent had some magical shield on his body that could deflect the attack, and chose to swing the bow and sweep away, trying to drive it away from the unicorn.

Of course, if the opponent couldn't stop him, he wouldn't mind cutting the enemy in half.

In the face of the mighty and strong man coming towards him, Quirrell didn't seem to panic. Of course, he was wearing a hood, so even if he panicked, Clark couldn't see it.

But it was obvious that his wand, which was hidden in his robe, kept waving.

Layers of invisible walls of air accompanied Quirrell's spellcasting, appearing out of thin air and blocking Hagrid's front.

Of course, Hagrid also discovered Quirrell's spellcasting. Although he didn't know what kind of black magic the enemy was casting because of the silent spell, with his strong physique and high magic resistance, he directly covered his face with his hands. Buried his head recklessly up.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"

The sound of blisters bursting sounded one after another, and Hagrid only felt a slight resistance. With a little force, he broke through the block. It could be seen that the effect of this spell was not as powerful as he imagined, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

The crossbow in his hand was a treasure given to him by the horse people in the Forbidden Forest. It was carved and polished from a magical tree fossil buried deep in the ground. It has both hardness and toughness. It can be swayed with his strength, even if it is a big tree that two people embrace. , can be easily cut off.

As long as he gets close, this battle will be a surefire way.

Quirrell is back!

took two steps back.

But he didn't retreat!

Because he only took two steps back.

"Hagrid, be careful!"

Clark has also faced the charge of trolls, so he has a deep understanding of the pressure that directly hits his heart. This is like a person facing a big truck that hits head on, it is impossible to be so calm!

So he couldn't help reminding him loudly, causing Quirrell to look up at him, but the reminder was still a step too late.

There was only a muffled "pop", the smelly mud splashed everywhere, and Hagrid's tall figure suddenly swayed, losing his balance and almost fell in front of Quirrell.

Taking a closer look, it turns out that this open space should be a depression in the forest, which has accumulated rainwater all the year round, turning it into a mud pit and swamp. However, because it was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, it was difficult to distinguish it for a while.

It doesn't matter if an ordinary small animal, or a child like Clark stepped on it.

However, when a half-giant of Hagrid's size took a big step and stepped on it with all his heart and soul, he suffered a big loss.

It's like in the story that the charging cavalry encounters dense hoof pits, often with broken bones, broken legs, and the end of the street.

Fortunately, his physique is large enough and his reaction is still quite sensitive. After he noticed that his foot was stepping in the air, he immediately slashed the crossbow that had swept across Quirrell towards the ground in front of him, hoping to stop the fall.

The top of the longbow drew a smooth curve, and with a strong wind, it fell from Quirrell's eyes, and the closest point was just a finger's distance from him.

The two steps he took just now, he actually retreated not much or not, just right!

From the very beginning of the puppet statue, consuming Hagrid's strongest charge, to deflecting his shot by an unknown method~www.NovelMTL.com~ misleading him to give up the long-range battle and use a close-range attack.

In the end, he was in front of him early, and using the surrounding environment, he skillfully laid traps and let Hagrid plunge in.

After the entire battle, Quirrell completely mastered the rhythm of the battle, and even the experienced Hagrid was played with applause by him.

Therefore, Hagrid's response was still within his expectations.

The heavy longbow slammed into the mud, helping Hagrid stabilize his body. But the next moment, Quirrell's alder wand protruded from under his robe.

"Clear spring is like water!"

The water flow like a high-pressure water gun spewed out from the tip of the staff, but instead of rushing towards Hagrid, it fell into the swamp at Hagrid's feet.

The clear water was mixed with the turbid mud, and under the control of Quirrell's magic, it accelerated and rotated, forming a mud vortex.

Just as Hagrid stood firm, he felt his other foot sink into the ground before he knew it.

His legs were trapped in the swamp mud, and even Hagrid's strength was useless.

If he struggled, on the contrary, he fell even more, and he could watch the opponent take a few steps back and stand beside the unicorn.

Quirrell, however, was not at ease, and continued to maintain the jet of water, an ordinary life curse that he just played out.

The swirling mud brought up the silt that had been deposited under the swamp for many years, making the entire quagmire more viscous and deep.

Hagrid was like this bit by bit, sinking deeper and deeper, the mud didn't reach the soles of his feet, his calves, and finally his waist and crotch.

In this situation, let alone a half-giant half-blood, even a real giant would have to work hard to break free.