Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"cru is the most heart-breaking and bone-cutting thing"

The dazzling red beam illuminated the dim Forbidden Forest, aiming straight at Parsifal.

"Hoo, hoo", he panted violently, narrowly avoiding this heart-breaking bone, but his sprinting speed did not stop for a moment. The power from "strengthening" surged through Parsifal's body, and his heart beat powerfully, pumping blood to his limbs and bones.

He jumped up, rolled sideways, and avoided the oncoming red light. The silver sword edge slashed across the fragile throat of the oncoming werewolf. Dirty blood splashed on his face, but it was quickly evaporated by the hot heat, leaving only Unsightly dark red marks.

His blade was always pointed at Quirrell without any hesitation.

Even though he understood that the closer he was to Quirrell, it meant that the reaction time to face the death curse would be shorter, and he would be closer to death.

"Master, please...master"

Quirrell cried, and every time the light emitted from the tip of Voldemort's wand, he would cry out in uncontrollable pain. Although he couldn't see his face, his exposed hands had begun to show cracks, his nails were peeling off, and there were also weird blue lines that shone in the firelight.

"Hahahaha Quirrell, you should feel honored to be able to devote your life to your master."

The cold voice was laughing, and it was originally attached to the back of Quirrell's head. At this moment, blue lines appeared on his handsome but inexplicably gloomy face.

"Join me and surrender to me. This is the last mercy I can give you."

Once again, Voldemort turned into black smoke and retreated from Parsifal's eyes, landing on a relatively empty ground. His expression looked a little angry, and the movements of the wand in his hand became much more violent.

A werewolf jumped towards Parsifal, but he grabbed his brown collar and stopped him in front of him, blocking the sudden flash of red light.

"We must find a way to get close to Quirrell, otherwise we will just be consumed by him and get stuck in the back of our heads."

Parsifal was thinking rapidly,

Although Quirrell's body was rapidly deteriorating visibly to the naked eye, looking at Voldemort's crazy look, it was obvious that he didn't care at all about the servant's curse. Moreover, the most important thing is that he himself cannot hold on for much longer.

A minute ago, the light shining on the lion's brooch was already flickering dimly, and his mental exhaustion was like a hinkpunk in the swamp, gradually dragging him into the abyss.

But at this moment, a silver light appeared in the corner of his eye.

This gave him a plan that was not really a plan.

"But I must be really crazy to bet my life on such junk."

With a wry smile on his lips, Parsifal finally made up his mind.

He jumped towards the shadows in the woods behind

The burning lion brooch suddenly went out, and the majestic power was stripped away in an instant. The crimson brilliance that originally enveloped his body dimmed and faded, turning into ordinary silver, and the silver sword turned back into a wand.

The huge difference in feeling made Parsifal almost fall to the ground due to exhaustion at this moment, but at least he was mentally prepared and staggered, and still managed to hold on and continue running.

"catch him"

There was a hint of joy in Voldemort's cold voice. Although he still had a backup plan in the castle, if he could catch this little wizard, it would undoubtedly be a very powerful card.

"Dumbledore, what will you choose? Is it foolish to insist on the power of love and watch your students die?"

He thought with great interest that under his command, the werewolves and trolls had formed a giant net, opening like a huge mouth of the abyss, quietly waiting for the weak Parsifal.

Even though the little wizard had a portkey made by the headmaster, the brief moment before he activated it was enough for the swarming werewolves to tear him to pieces.

But Parsifal did not choose to break out of the encirclement net, nor did he choose to be captured without mercy. Instead, he struggled hard with the werewolf.

He vigorously kicked away a middle-aged man who looked like a werewolf holding his trousers, and knocked away a guy with a worrying hairline who was approaching him with another elbow. He tightened his grip on the wand in his hand. The other hand reached into his pocket.

"Look, this is Dumbledore, the strongest white wizard you trust, the last hope of the wizarding world. He is watching you die here fighting for him, but he doesn't even have the courage to leave the castle."

Voldemort threw off the black wizard robe he was wearing, pulled off the large purple scarf hanging around his neck, and walked towards Parsifal, who was fighting with the werewolf. His feet were bare and looked like he was moving forward on his heels.

Quirrell was still sobbing, and even the smallest movement was painful to him.

"Humph"

Voldemort suddenly grunted, frowned, turned back, and twisted the joint of his right arm back to an unnatural 90°. At the top, a green light was rapidly taking shape.

Opposite the wand, a unicorn with a faint moonlight lowered its head and pointed its sharp horn towards Voldemort.

forward forward forward

"Sorry"

Parsifal discovered that the unicorn's voice sounded somewhat similar to that of a horse.

“waddiwasiwaddiwasi”

But this was not a good time to be dazed. He took out almost all the parchments from his pocket, pointed his wand at them, and shouted.

Wadi Wasi was originally just a joke charm. In the original story, Lupine used it to deal with Peeves in the third grade. Its effect causes tiny trinkets to fly like bullets towards the target chosen by the spell. It cannot move heavy items, and the items themselves must be able to be separated, such as chalk heads, pencils, etc.

But there is no doubt that parchment was included.

Parsifal never wanted to escape, but because he needed the spell.

He came up with this almost crazy idea when he saw the unicorn wake up and rush towards Quirrell.

Eight pieces of parchment, all enchanted with the rune "cen" that symbolizes "torch", drew eight graceful curves in the air, and exploded into brilliant fireworks with "boom, boom"

"Ah", "Humph", two cries of pain rang out in succession. The smoke had not dissipated yet, but two green shields could be faintly seen suddenly appearing where Voldemort had been standing, tightly locked together.

“viri fortis”

The lion brooch on Parsifal's chest bloomed with the brightest brilliance, the crimson armor reappeared, and the wand turned into a long sword, which he held in his hand. At a distance of twenty meters, in just a few breaths, he had already sprinted past, raised his long sword high, and slashed towards the core of the smoke.

Opposite him, the unicorn's sharp horn was brewing with silver moonlight.

"Do you think you won?"

The strong wind swept away the remaining smoke and dust. Voldemort looked pale, but his usual cold smile hung on his lips.

Almost inaudibly, he said weakly.

Quirrell's entire left arm was gone, and there was something red brewing on the top of his wand.