Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

"Ivanov, right? If you don't want anything to happen to this little girl, you'd better put down your wand." Pettigrew's face made people look particularly disgusted, especially his small green bean-like eyes that were still dripping. It kept spinning.

Both Harry and Ron were too frightened by this unexpected situation to say anything, and Hermione's face instantly turned pale.

Andre's breathing became a little faster. He did not immediately relax his control on the three stone puppets, but calmly said to Pettigrew: "Are you sure that the wand in your hand can allow you to release the complete magic? Peter? Sir, you should know how old Ron's wand is and that it is not suitable for carrying your dark spells."

"Haha," Pettigrew sneered. He turned to look at Andre and said, "You don't have to worry about it now. If you think this little girl's life is not important, you can let me try this wand. Does it really work?”

However, as soon as Pettigrew finished speaking, Andre suddenly disappeared in front of him. When his eyes found the first-year wizard again, he was no longer the same as before.

Black scales covered Andre's body, and a row of bronze spikes stood on his head. His original height of five feet and six inches was now nearly seven feet.

"Druid!" Voldemort, who was well-informed, actually called out Andre's inheritance in one breath.

But Andre ignored the Dark Lord's words. At the moment when Pettigrew was distracted, he had already used the super physical fitness brought by his transformation into a half-dragon to rush directly in front of Hermione and block her from him. Kuanshi behind.

"Cruciatus!" Pettigrew finally reacted and immediately cast the Cruciatus Curse. The green light did not change direction and hit Andre's chest straight.

A feeling of pain that seemed to come from the depths of his soul immediately surged into his heart. Fortunately, in the half-dragon state, his magic resistance was even comparable to that of a werewolf, and the wand used by Pettigrew was Ron's, which made this unforgivable The curse did not make him incapable of fighting.

Without any intention of continuing to use magic attacks, Andre flew directly towards Pettigrew.

The left hand covered with scales gave the middle-aged man a hard blow, and the sharp claws gave Pettigrew four deep, bone-visible wounds.

The Death Eater, who was always bullying the weak, let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, but Andre didn't show mercy at all. He snatched the wand back from his hand and threw it to Ron, who was still in a daze, and kicked it. On Pettigrew's lap.

There was only a crisp sound, and Pettigrew's screams seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. Two hot tears burst out of his green bean eyes, but then he let out an even more violent cry.

"I didn't expect that I would meet a descendant of the ancient Druid at Hogwarts." The stone puppets on Quirrell's side temporarily lost their master's control, and were finally solved by him one by one, while Voldemort ignored them. Despite the tragic situation of Pettigrew, he was very interested in Andre's current state.

"You actually know about ancient druids!?" Andre was also curious that Voldemort knew about his heritage. You must know that he had rummaged through the Hogwarts library, even including some information in the restricted book area, and found nothing. Find relevant records.

Voldemort sneered and said, "I once met a wizard similar to you in Norway, but unfortunately he died in my hands in the end."

This sentence made Andre's expression perk up. He didn't expect that Voldemort had killed a descendant of an ancient druid, so he asked tentatively: "It seems that my colleague is not very good at it. Can I?" Tell me what form his magical Animagus is?"

"Haha, it's just a poisonous leopard. He actually thought he could defeat me with such a transformation. It's simply ridiculous." Voldemort sneered disdainfully and ignored Andre's inquiry.

He also seemed to understand that Quirrell's strength alone was unlikely to solve this little wizard, so he said directly: "Let go of your body and let me control it. You damn fool, you can't even touch a first-year student." Can't beat them."

Andre didn't panic too much. After defeating Pettigrew, he was mostly relieved. Even if Voldemort took control of Quirrell's body, and he had Harry beside him who specialized in restraining him, there was no way he could lose.

But in what Voldemort just said, he didn't seem to know that the ancient druid's magical Animagus relied on the effect of the Holy Acorn. In this case, the man who unfortunately died at the hands of the Dark Lord The senior druid inside may still have the original sacred acorn in his corpse.

This was the first time Andre got news about the Holy Acorns after leaving the Alps, and he couldn't help but ignore it.

It's just that it may not be easy to extract the place of death of the unfortunate wizard from Voldemort's mouth.

Sure enough, before Andre could figure out what to say, Voldemort, who had taken over Quirrell's body, raised his hand and fired Avada Kedavra. This Unforgivable Curse was as simple as a routine for him.

Not daring to be distracted any more, Andre hurriedly controlled the stone with his wand, creating a thick wall to block the pale green light.

"I gave you a chance! But you didn't choose to respect me!" Voldemort's voice became more and more unpleasant, as sharp as nails scratching a blackboard. Having temporarily gained the ability to move, he seemed to have returned to a hysterical state of mind.

"Split into pieces!" Andre, who was hiding behind the stone wall, was like a policeman in the Muggle world, popping up from time to time to shoot a spell at Voldemort. After all, unlike Pettigrew, the Dark Lord opposite him cast a spell even though he was a tall man. The magic-resistant dragon scales don't dare to be picked up casually.

"Do you think squatting there will be useful!" Voldemort summoned a silver shield out of thin air, easily blocking Andre's curse. He walked towards the stone wall and said with a ferocious smile.

Compared to Quirrell, Voldemort is simply a black magic fort. He almost doesn't have to stop and continuously shoots various green lights with his wand.

The wall in front of him had been splashed with stones, and Andre was not ready to wait any longer. He suddenly walked sideways out of the stone wall, and then a huge hand made of clay rose from behind Voldemort and headed towards him. Catch him.

"Thunderbolt explosion!" However, this move had no effect on Voldemort. He blew the giant hand to pieces with a backhand spell.

Andre licked his lips. He was at a loss. Although his magic was very powerful, the offensive spells he could master were still too few compared to Voldemort's, and he seriously lacked the means to make a final decision.