Chapter 66: Healing Hands

Quirrell sat cross-legged next to the black lake. He looked at the familiar body, which was completely controlled by others, but he was like a spectator. He could only watch and could not do anything... This made him very painful and frightened.

Quirrell knew that it was a magic called "Shapechanger" that allowed the Dark Lord to control his body.

This also shows that the Dark Lord's power is gradually increasing. After all, earlier, he spent most of his time sleeping.

This is the effect of sucking unicorn blood. Unicorn blood can extend life and heal injuries, but sucking this pure blood will also cause curses and backlash.

Quirrell has recently been hunting unicorns in the Forbidden Forest and giving them to Voldemort for enjoyment. Especially since he was seriously injured after being hit by the Bludger, this demand has increased sharply.

"Qi Luo, you said that such a beautiful creature like a unicorn... died like this, isn't it a tragedy?"

The sudden question brought Quirrell's consciousness back to reality. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that the Dark Lord was talking to him.

Quirrell didn't know how to answer. Is the Dark Lord talking about philosophy, tragedy in the literary category, or from a practical point of view...things harm their own kind?

Quirrell had taught Muggle studies before and knew a lot about Muggles. For a moment, he didn't know from which angle to answer.

He couldn't answer, his body was controlled and he couldn't open his mouth at all.

The Dark Lord didn't want to hear Quirrell's answer. He just wanted to chat with someone while eating.

I used to talk to Nagini, but after coming to the UK, I left Nagini in the Albanian forest. I don’t know how she is doing now.

"I think the death of the unicorn is a tragedy..." After a pause, Voldemort asked and answered himself in a romantic tone:

“When I was wandering around Albania, I heard a troubadour from the Far East say that tragedy is tearing all the good things into pieces for people to see.

I like this saying. Therefore, I also like to create tragedies..."

There was another burst of hoarse laughter, and through the reflection of the lake, Quirrell saw the Dark Lord taking the captured unicorn to his mouth again.

Voldemort opened his mouth, bit the unicorn's neck, and drank its precious blood.

Voldemort felt that his soul had been cleansed and exuded a special sense of satisfaction. It was a kind of satisfaction from the inside out, as if he was filled by a unicorn.

The unicorn's blood is nourishing him, making him gradually stronger.

After ten years of losing his body, Voldemort clearly felt that his power was growing for the first time. This was a wonderful smell.

As for the unicorn's curse... Hehe, losing all his power and wandering around half-dead is the biggest curse for him!

He has nothing to lose! !

In the distance, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded, interrupting Voldemort's feeding.

He lifted up Quirrell's robe, wiped the blood from his mouth gracefully, looked up and saw those nasty centaurs.

The leader Magare found that the black-robed wizard was sucking the blood of the unicorn. His face was filled with anger. He opened his big bow and drew it like the full moon.

Sharp arrows shot at the black-robed wizard!

Voldemort let go of the dying unicorn and threw it aside. He stood up and raised Quirrell's wand.

The arrow shot through the air and was about to land on Voldemort's face when it suddenly stopped and hung in the air.

Voldemort raised his wand and pressed the tip of the wand against the tip of the arrow. The arrow instantly shattered in the air, but it did not break apart and was wrapped in a black mist.

He held the wand in his right hand, slowly pulled out an index finger, flicked his finger, and the arrow flew back. Margery shot another arrow, trying to shoot down the arrow, but it was bounced away by the black mist.

The arrow drew an arc, and at an extremely fast speed, it pierced Margery's palm holding the bow. The wound was corroded by the black mist, making a hissing sound.

Margery endured the pain. He did not throw away the big bow in his hand, but lowered his right arm with a bloody palm. He held the bow with one hand with his left arm and drew the bow with a horse's hoof!

"Get out!" Voldemort said with an indifferent expression: "You despicable and despicable species, don't interfere with my meal."

The centaurs were furious, and Margery shouted: "Fire the arrow!"

Dozens of horsemen fired arrows at the same time, and the arrows rained down. Black dots gathered densely in the sky, and they shot towards them. The bow strings were tightened and then suddenly released, making a buzzing sound.

Voldemort smiled disdainfully. He twisted his wrist and summoned a shield in front of him. The arrow feathers seemed to hit the iron plate and were all bounced away. The ground was instantly filled with scattered arrows. The soil cracked and dust flew everywhere. .

"Since you are looking for death, I will help you!"

Voldemort smiled grimly. He can't defeat Dumbledore now, so he can't defeat you despicable centaurs?

He raised his wand, and a ball of black flame popped out from the tip.

The flame was extremely small and fell on the lake, but it did not go out. Instead, it burned and burst into black smoke.

"Be careful, it's a powerful fire spell." Luo Fu reminded: "It will burn all objects, so don't touch the flame."

The black flame, which was originally only the size of a flame, gradually grew in size after burning the lake water, then continued to struggle and twist, and finally turned into a black fire snake.

As Voldemort waved his wand, the black fire snake, which was originally less than one meter long, jumped towards the centaur.

One meter, three meters, ten meters.

The flames engulfed the surrounding trees, and the fire snake grew larger and larger, swiftly sweeping towards the centaur.

Rolf originally thought that he had become very strong after obtaining the magic of so many magical animals.

But he didn't expect to meet Voldemort... Even if it was just Voldemort attached to Quirrell, he was completely powerless.

A strange song suddenly sounded in the sky. The sound was illusory and ethereal, but it was exciting. The centaurs, who were almost about to collapse, regained their courage.

After a ball of fire, the phoenix appeared. Dumbledore also appeared with one hand holding the phoenix's long golden tail tightly.

The next moment, a strong black flame rushed towards him. Dumbledore stood in the front, his sleeves fluttering, and he was blown by the strong wind. He raised a magic wand and shouted:

"All curses are over!"

The black fire snake was more than ten meters long, circling and dancing, and the heat wave rushed towards Dumbledore.

At this time, the white-haired old man standing tall in the wind had a magic barrier in front of him, like an invisible mirror.

After the black flame collided with the mirror, a burst of dazzling sparks burst out, the light was colorful and extremely bright, the barrier was constantly compressed, and the flames were rapidly dissipating.

Although Dumbledore's sleeves and hair were blown into chaos, his body did not retreat a step.

The old man waved his wand again, he looked up and whispered:

"The storm is coming."

In the mountains and forests, hundreds of gusts of wind blew from afar, gathered together, formed a tornado, rolled up the fluttering fire snake, and flew towards the sky.

Dumbledore exuded a strong aura, and the centaurs looked at him in awe.

Bain was even more uneasy. He swallowed his saliva and decided to listen to Magorian's warning and stay away from the little wizard.

Voldemort's face was gloomy and uncertain. He absorbed a lot of unicorn blood to increase his strength, enough to control Quirrell's body.

But the upper limit of power is only Quirrell himself.

Quirrell's strength is not bad, especially since he has been taught carefully for a long time, otherwise he would not have been able to sneak into Gringotts and escape from the pursuit of the Aurors.

But it is impossible to compare with Dumbledore.

Even in the heyday of Voldemort, he did not dare to say that he could win against Dumbledore.

The black figure turned and ran.

"Go save the unicorn." Dumbledore said, and followed him out.

Rolf rode on a flying broom, flew towards the almost dried up lake, and finally landed on the shore.

The unicorn lay on the ground, its chest heaving slightly, and silver-white blood continued to flow from its neck, still without damaging its holy beauty.

But its vitality has not been cut off, so the pain it endures will be heavier and longer than ordinary injuries.

Rolf transferred the injured unicorn into the box, and a "ding" sound came from his mind.

[A wild unicorn is detected, triggering a side quest:]

Heal the seriously injured unicorn, and reward magic:

[Healing Hands]

[Powerful healing ability, when you caress the body of a magical creature, you can speed up the healing of wounds]

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