Pure Blood Glory at Hogwarts

【Slytherin's Wand · Gold

This is the wand that Salazar Slytherin has been using for the longest time.The body of the stick is made of snake wood, and the horn of the basilisk is the core.People from the Gaunt family who have the talent of "Parseltongue (Parseltongue)" can communicate with it at a certain level.

Additional skills: Incarnate as a Snake (Relying on the magic power accumulated by the Incarnate Snake Wood for hundreds of years, according to the user's current ability, the overall ability of the user is greatly improved.)

Remarks: Only the descendants of snakes can transform into snakes. 】

This is what Luke relies on.But the system's introduction to this magic wand is like the clues it gives for each task.Vague and of no reference value.

Substantial, how can it be considered large?

It's not that Luke has never used this skill before. He can feel the power of that power, but he doesn't know how to benchmark this power.

A normal adult wizard?Or a wounded Voldemort, or stronger?

Luke needs confirmation.

He walked forward about less than 200 meters, and he felt something fell on his shoulder.

He turned his head to take a look, and saw a dark green Bowtruckle sitting on his shoulder, not paying attention to the dark and evil aura on him.

After realizing that he was looking over, the Bowtruckle waved naturally and greeted him.

"Where is he?"

Luke asked in a hoarse voice.

The Bowtruckle didn't say much, and pointed to his front left.So Luke walked over there.

The Forbidden Forest is very large, and the Forbidden Forest at night looks even deeper because of the narrowing of the field of vision.The hooting of owls sounded from time to time in the forest.

Luke knew that this wasn't a school owl delivering letters.These owls live in the Forbidden Forest and don't want to be labor hawks delivering messages to humans.

But as it gradually deepened, the silence at the edge of the forest became.

The chirping of insects disappeared, and even the moonlight was blocked by the lush tree canopy. Only the scattered moonlight passed through the leaves and poked messily on the ground.

Luke knew that this place was already the territory of the acromantula.He couldn't help becoming a little nervous, but his mind became more and more calm.

And at this moment, the Bowtruckle patted his snake-face mask, pointed at him again, and jumped off his shoulders.

Luke watched the little guy climb up a tree and then disappear completely.

"Why did he stay here... Could it be that he needs acromantula?"

Luke felt surprised.It stands to reason that the acromantula not only has less magic power than the unicorn, but also is more dangerous to hunt than the unicorn.

His danger rating is high because he is more aggressive and a social animal.

This is also why they are harder to hunt.If they couldn't stop them from passing on information, then the hunters would have to face a whole group of acromantulas.

Especially the acromantid group in the Forbidden Forest is ridiculously huge... I can only say that Hagrid took good care of them!

But no matter what, since it's here, Luke always wants to go up and have a look.

Walking towards the location indicated by the Bowtruckle, Luke walked over in a slow and unhurried manner.

"Add some flesh and blood of the giant eight-eyed spider!"

The crazy voice sounded in Quirrell's mind, making his head ache.

"No, it can't be added anymore, master. It has reached the upper limit of the safe dosage." Quirrell's voice even brought a cry.

"Shut up! Do you know or I do! Plus!"

"This can strengthen your frail body! Damn it! If it wasn't for your weak body! How could I drive... I was attacked by that damned ghost!"

Voldemort's sharp roar really made Quirrell feel broken from the inside out.

After class, you said that I was your most loyal subordinate, but now I was taught by a ghost, and you complained about my poor health, which limited your performance...

And you were the one who attacked Peeves!

Although Quirrell kept complaining from the bottom of his heart, his trembling hand still threw the freshly cut large piece of Acromantula flesh into the crucible.

Having said that, he really couldn't figure out why he had to boil medicine here.Will going back to boil make the effect of the medicine dissipate? !

If a few more giant arachnids come again, his frail body won't be able to withstand being ruined again!

"What do you know!" Voldemort sneered, "This potion can only be used immediately. This is the potion formula that Severus dedicated to me back then!"

"It will be better if you drink the unicorn's blood again after using it, but now the matter is urgent, so we can only make do with it. We will go to the Forbidden Forest to find the unicorn's whereabouts in a few days."

After the hysteria, Voldemort seemed to gradually regain his sanity.

"Trust me, Quilinas, I'm absolutely right and I will absolutely lead you to victory."

What Voldemort said sounded good, if it didn't have the effect of the previous roar, it would probably be [-]% better.

But Quirrell is completely stuck in his mouth and can't spit out, and he dare not vomit evil in his heart.

"Ah yes yes yes!"

With a simple answer, Quirrell no longer paid attention to Voldemort.Instead, he concentrated on stirring the crucible, praying that the potion would be ready soon.

Although everyone knows that this thing is definitely a medicine for tigers and wolves.But Quirrell also knows one thing.The moment he was entangled by Voldemort, he had no way out.

Either inform Dumbledore and perish with Voldemort; or help Voldemort complete the resurrection, or fail to start a business and die in the middle.

There is no other choice.Although the latter is nonsense, at least it is not inevitable.Thinking about it this way, he really had no choice.

If possible, he really wanted to build a time-turner and cast a Killing Curse on himself who wanted to go to Albania.

It is better to die by one's own hands than to be tortured like this now.

Of course, he was just talking.If he really had that kind of courage, he wouldn't still be suffering now.

The potion in the crucible gradually turned light green, and a pungent medicinal smell emerged.Quirrell quickly added a magic to isolate the smell.Lest others notice their whereabouts.

And when he was staring at the boiling medicine with all his attention, suddenly Voldemort's voice came from his mind.

"Don't stir it up! Drink it up! Someone is coming, and the target is us!"

Voldemort's words startled Quirrell, and he immediately raised his head and looked around.Then, not far away, the figure was slowly walking towards them.

He couldn't see his face clearly from a distance, only his eyes with a faint yellow light could be seen.There is also the dark breath that can be felt from a long distance.

The visitor is not good.

Quirrell made a judgment easily, and then picked up the cauldron without hesitation.Thanks to the dragonhide gloves, his hands were not burned.

Glancing at the hot potion, he became ruthless and gulped it down.