I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 44 Is this the power of the most powerful dark wizard?

"Harry." Hermione and Ron walked forward with difficulty on the weedy path.

"Shh!"

Harry, who was walking in the front, suddenly beckoned to the two of them, and the three of them bent down, bent over, and groped forward little by little, and finally approached a tree, in the hollow made of tree trunks.

"Look—" Harry poked his head out, pointing at the shade of the trees not far away.

"That is--"

The other two followed, and under the loose shade of the moon shadow in between, just above the mottled halo, there was a black figure lying on the ground strangely, with its limbs raised high, the back of its head pressed against the ground, Its mouthparts that shouldn't exist greedily suck the blood flowing from the unicorn's corpse on the ground.

"This~"

Seeing this, the three of them all stared wide-eyed, horrified and horrified. From the deepest part of everyone's heart, it seemed that the indescribable evil was devouring their remaining sanity.

"What is that?" Hermione asked tremblingly.

Her body was pressed against the ground, and even the grass beside her was swaying.

"I don't know." Harry gritted his teeth.

However, unlike Hermione and Ron, he didn't put all his attention on the monster at this time, but looked around, the figure of a certain person.

"My God. Should we run away? If that monster finds out." Ron was about to cry, and now he would rather fight a giant monster alone than stay in this place for a second.

As he spoke, he began to back away tremblingly.

Then, like all story collections, he stepped on the branch of his fate.

"Crack!" The voice was particularly crisp, and it could be heard far away in this silent forest.

"Huh~" Almost a second after the sound came out, the black shadow 'stands up'.

The limbs turned out strangely, and then violently twitched, and it took a while for them to return to normal.

"Harry~~" This time, Ron really cried out.

Because he saw it, that monster was staring at him!

Silent night.

The two parties just looked at each other.

Seeing——Seeing Owen on the branch was inexplicably embarrassed.

He didn't expect Harry to come after him.

Also chased for a full 10 minutes.

The problem is, he obviously changed the route several times, but why can Harry still find the right direction?

Or, because Voldemort was here, he was automatically navigated by the pointer?

And he wasn't the only one who couldn't figure out the situation.

The mysterious man who was enjoying supper was obviously very surprised by the sudden appearance of several little wizards.

However, the Dark Lord is, after all, black magic.

After only a brief moment of stupefaction.

A green light instantly illuminated the entire Forbidden Forest.

The three little ones quickly lowered their heads and squatted down, and the death curse just passed over their heads.

Uh-huh - raising your hands to gnaw on a big melon, this is very Voldemort-like.

"Oh!"

Another blasting spell struck, and the huge red flame shook Harry and the others out of the tree pit.

Then the man in black raised his wrist slightly and cast another death curse, heading straight towards Harry.

"Idiot!" At this moment, a scolding voice came from the black shadow under the robe.

Then, the curse that flew towards Harry flew past his cheek due to the control of the caster.

"Huh~huh~huh~~" The never-before-experienced death made Harry gasp heavily, his eyes were almost covered by the green just now.

At that moment, he started to go through life.

"Boom!" The Death Curse passed by, blowing up a big tree in half.

The loud explosion brought Harry back to his senses.

"That child can only be killed by me! It can only be me!!!" Under the black robe, an angry voice sounded, and then another voice came, apologizing repeatedly in horror: "I'm sorry, master, it's mine. Wrong, I just wanted to—"

"enough!"

"Kill the other two who are in the way and give them to me!"

"Yes." The man in black bowed his body and said respectfully.

Then his eyes locked on Hermione.

"Avada—"

"Iron Armor"

Hermione subconsciously cast the Armor Charm.The blue armor is like a city wall made of paper.

It didn't even act as a delay.Just torn apart.

Seeing that her spell had no effect, Hermione was completely shocked, and she had no psychological preparation.

Although the book clearly remembers the death curse.There is no counterspell.

But words are words and reality is reality.It was like the feeling she felt when she saw that her spell had failed and death was approaching.That feeling of powerlessness.

never had.

The dumbfounded Hermione seemed to have lost her soul, and she didn't make any resistance. She stared blankly at the gradually gathering green death light.

He closed his eyes as if accepting his fate.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was an explosion.Before the smoke dissipated, a playful voice followed.

"Yo, are you giving up now, Miss Granger? Is this still you? You don't know the compound potion that some Slytherin drank with Hermione's hair in it!"

When the smoke cleared, she slowly opened her eyes.

Suddenly, a boy she knew very well was looking at her lazily.

Owen poked her cheek with his wand.

"Miss Resurrected, she's not dead yet." He said.

"Hey, I just said that you didn't listen carefully in class. I remember that I clearly said that you must use Transfiguration to deal with the Killing Curse, and there must be substantial physical collisions to offset it, not pure magic."

The great Professor Sanchez has not given up on teaching the worst students in this class at this time.

"Owen?" Hermione called his name blankly.

"What's the matter, don't you know?"

"That guy is so ruthless, obviously we just met this morning." Owen slowly turned around holding the phoenix wand.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die. After all, you still owe me one galleon." A smile appeared on his cheeks, and his gray eyes seemed to be the most precious gems in the world, allowing him to look at them People are forever immersed in it.

On the other side, Quirrell was stunned for a second when Owen suddenly appeared, and then raised his wand without hesitation, and the next killing curse was already on the way.

"Avada—"

"Avada—"

First confrontation with the great Dark Lord.

As a former leader of the Dark Department, Owen must of course give him full respect.

Holding his wand tightly, he almost turned around, and roared out the spell.

The life-stealing curse is like the thread pulled by the god of death, and your life will be taken away just by touching it.

"Death!!"

An invisible air wave bulged Owen's robe.

The cold wind with rich moisture in the forest.brushed over his handsome face.

The next moment, two green lights collided directly.

Immediately, they interweave and cancel each other out.

"Haha, interesting, is this the power of the so-called strongest dark wizard?" Owen laughed maniacally, and sarcastically said loudly: "Weak, it's really too weak, it's really disappointing."

After saying that, he stepped hard on the earth with his right foot.

Suddenly, the ice with the deadly ice blade was slashing towards Quirrell.

The ice skates against the dark moon, with unrivaled sharpness.

Today, the chairman angrily criticized the ministers, scolded the employees for their inefficiency in their work, and then—I waited for [-] hours of unpaid overtime, and came back at nine o'clock.

Today I really don’t have any time to fish, I’m all working, and even the time in the lounge at noon is used for meetings, which is uncomfortable.

What would the boss do if he really made money?