Chapter 111 Suddenly, A Madman Sharpens His Knife At Night, And The Emperor's Star Flutters Hig

Chapter 111 Suddenly, A Madman Sharpens His Knife At Night, And The Emperor's Star Flutters Hig

The last weekend before Easter has passed like this.

on Monday.

Wayne was a little distracted in the History of Magic class.

Quirrell didn't bother to find the unicorn for the past two days, leaving him waiting lonely.

Does he really need the Son of Destiny to influence destiny before he will continue to take action?

Cuthbert Binns has already started to talk about the first war between wizards and goblins. This is the last part of this semester. After this class is finished, the rest is preview.

Um, that's right, it's just a preview.

This is how most people took the History of Magic course. After Easter, they really realized that they actually had such a course.

The experience given by Cedric is to watch it yourself in April and again in May.

In June, I knelt down to ask my seniors for last year’s exam content.

Because he is a ghost, Cuthbert Binns' question bank is updated very slowly, and he can use the content of one exam for decades.

How unlucky must it be to encounter the test paper update?

In the Charms class, Professor Geng Liwei also stopped teaching new magic.

He allowed the little wizards to freely practice the spells they had learned this year, while he stayed firmly by Seamus' side to prevent his explosion from affecting others.

"Hermione, relax."

Maybe it was because the professors were not attending classes normally, but Hermione actually became nervous.

"No, no, there are still six weeks until the final exam." Hermione shook her head desperately:

"I have to start reviewing. Wayne, do you still have energy potions and uplifting potions? I plan to get up two hours early every day..."

Ronald and Harry, who were sitting in front of them, looked as if they were constipated.

Listen, is this still human talk?

They have to review six weeks in advance...how do you expect students like them who are preparing to worship Merlin temporarily to survive?

The thought of going to confinement at eleven o'clock in the evening made the two of them feel even worse.

And Wayne couldn't do anything about Hermione because she valued her grades too much.

"873" could only agree to the little witch and provide her with some energy potions to ensure her efficiency, but the premise is that she must sleep enough every day.

late at night.

There was lightning and thunder inside the suitcase.

Thunderbird Mia soars in the sky, and when her wings flap, thunder flashes, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Soon, it began to rain heavily in the whole small world.

Wayne was watching from the ground, and Gardevoir carefully held up a telekinesis shield for him to keep out the rain.

When Mia landed on the ground, Wayne smiled and touched her neck.

"Well done, I'll look for you when I'm short of rain in the future.

"唳!"

Today's little ptarmigan has grown up a lot. With its wings spread, it has reached more than seven meters, which is very close to the average adult ptarmigan of ten meters.

That's thanks to Wayne's daily dose of thunder.

I believe it won't be long before Mia becomes more powerful than her parents.

After feeding the thunderbirds, Wayne was going to go to the restricted book area to copy some books before coming back to sleep, but as soon as he took a step forward, he suddenly paused and his expression became serious.

"Gardevoir."

Wayne put his arm on Gardevoir's body, tearing down all mental defenses. There was a spiritual connection between the two, and Gardevoir soon understood what he meant and where he was going.

"Sana!"

Before activating the magic, Wayne also threw out Sniff, who was sleeping soundly in his pocket, leaving Jerry confused.

Night, half past ten.

Harry, Ronald, and Malfoy arrived in the foyer, and Erqi had been waiting for a long time.

"Come with me."

After saying hello, Filch walked in front holding an oil lamp in a very comfortable mood, threatening several people along the way and talking about various harsh punishments.

Except for Malfoy who was a little scared, Ronald and Harry were absent-minded and just looked at him like Xiaoda.

The two of them had already prepared a strategy before arriving. Since Dumbledore became the principal, any corporal punishment of students has been expressly prohibited.

And what Filch just said were punishment methods used during the period of Phineas, the most unpopular headmaster in history.

They walked through the dark grass. The moonlight was particularly bright today, but dark clouds kept coming, covering the moon.

Finally, Harry saw Hagrid's cabin, with a faint light on inside.

Yaya's cry came, and then Hagrid opened the door and came to several people.

"Okay, you can go, I will take them back when the time comes." Hagrid shouted impatiently, Filch snorted and returned to the castle with the lamp.

"Great." Harry and the others heaved a long sigh of relief until Filch could no longer be seen.

Even Malfoy does.

Apart from anything else, the trouble this time was caused by helping Hagrid deliver the dragon, and he will definitely take care of them.

"Where are we going?" Ronald looked at Hagrid, who was fully armed and even carrying a crossbow, and asked in confusion:

"Forbidden Forest."

"What?!" Malfoy's voice was full of panic: "I don't want it, there are all dangerous animals there!"

"Don't worry Malfoy." Hagrid comforted: "As long as you stay with me, nothing in the Forbidden Forest can harm you.

"Follow me obediently, let's set off."

After saying that, Hagrid walked in front with Yaya.

In fact, Harry and Ronald were also beating the drum in their hearts, but they were embarrassed to show their timidity in front of Malfoy, so they could only bite the bullet and follow Hagrid.

But Malfoy didn't want to let them go.

"It's all your fault, Poit!" Malfoy growled.

Harry rolled his eyes: "I didn't ask you to see Norbert off, you insisted on following him.

"Nothing will happen if you are here. If I go to see Noble off by myself, I will definitely not be caught by the professor."

"Come on, I'll let you go alone. Noble is probably staying at your house now." Ronald complained mercilessly.

The three of them quarreled all the way, all their attention was diverted, and their fear of the unknown was much less.

Until they entered the Forbidden Forest and came to a narrow path, Hagrid raised the lamp high to illuminate the road ahead.

"Did you see something shiny on the ground? It's silvery white."

"That's the blood of unicorns. The unicorn in the Forbidden Forest was injured by something. Although Wayne is helping to treat it, we still have to check the situation. This is my duty.

"What if the thing that hurts the unicorn finds us first?" There was uncontrollable fear in Malfoy's voice.

"Still, Malfoy, as long as you are with me, no creature in the Forbidden Forest will harm you."

Hagrid said: "Let's go, follow the direction of the blood stains."

Deep in the Forbidden Forest.

"Xilulu!"

The unicorn was emitting white light and was flying at high speed, followed by a black shadow, and the distance between the two kept getting closer.

Between chasing and escaping, they had already escaped the scope of the Hogwarts barrier.

Snapped!

The explosion of disembodiment sounded, and a black shadow suddenly stopped in front of the unicorn. He was wearing a red hooded mage robe, and his face was blurred, making it difficult to see his true face.

The man in red raised his wand, and the magic spell flashed with red arcs of light, and the unicorn narrowly avoided it.

The second spell followed and hit one of her front legs.

The unicorn stumbled and fell, silvery white blood oozing from the wound.

Such a beautiful and tragic scene, but the man in red was not moved at all and raised his wand again.

This time, he aimed at the unicorn's chest.

Whoosh!

Wayne and Gardevoir appeared in front of the unicorn at the last moment, and the Iron Armor Curse accurately reflected the spell.

The hooded man didn't expect Wayne's sudden appearance, and his reaction was two seconds slow. In a hasty defense, he was still knocked away by his own spell.

Wayne was unyielding and used his left hand to make a false grab. A large tree over ten meters high was uprooted and hit the hooded man.

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There was a large amount of dust flying, but Wayne didn't look at it. He turned around to check the unicorn's injuries.

"Woo!"

The unicorn's cry was very aggrieved, and the boy patted her head angrily.

"Who told you to run outside? I chased you for a long time before I caught up with you."

Wayne doesn't know the specific location of the unicorn and can only rely on the connection with his own magic to keep searching.

This guy didn't run in the direction of the school, he ran all the way out of the area where apparation was restricted. He was so stupid.

Fortunately, the first attack by the man in red was just to restrict her movement. It was not too powerful, and there was no curse attached to it, so it was considered a minor injury.

After pouring a bottle of white essence on the wound and asking Gardevoir to protect the unicorn, Wayne stood up again and looked at the hooded man opposite who was awkwardly knocking the tree away.

Or... Quirrell.

"Little wizard...you are looking for death!"

The cold and murderous voice changed and came from under the hood.

Looking at Wayne standing in front of them, whether it was Quirrell or Voldemort, they both hated him beyond measure.

you again!

Why is it always you!

Wayne Lawrence!

You are so lenient with a little wizard, do your family members know?

From the beginning to now, Wayne has been constantly ruining their good things.

Dumbledore was almost kicked out of school for complaining. When he was chanting a curse on Harry, it was this brat who started a fight and knocked him unconscious.

again and again.

Quirrell can bear it, but even Voldemort can't!

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

Voldemort roared crazily in Quirrell's mind, and the strong soul waves stung Quirrell's body with heartbreaking pain, and also aroused his anger.

Because of Wayne, all his property had been squandered, and he had to risk his life in Diagon Alley during the holidays to earn money by doing evil. He was even more angry than Voldemort.

Quirrell raised his wand and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"

The dark green curse was released without any scruples with murderous intent. Quirrell vented his negative emotions crazily, making the curse even more powerful.

Quirrell was described as a dull fool by Voldemort, but that didn't mean he was really a waste.

Among the many Death Eaters, how many can get into the Temple of Voldemort?

Snape was one, but his potion skills were among the best in the world, and his combat power was also among the strongest among those under the Demon King.

Barty Crouch Jr. is also considered one, because he is extremely loyal and treats him like a father. Together with Peter Pettigrew, he can subdue Moody, the strongest Auror, and his strength will never be inferior.

Quirrell is far from reaching this level, but for ordinary adult wizards, he is already considered the elite of the elite.

Wayne connected his wand, and the gravel on the ground turned into strong shields, which penetrated three sides in a row, and the magic power of the Killing Curse was also exhausted.

The Shield of Aquis can indeed block the Killing Curse, but it will consume a lot of magic power.

Facing an uncertain enemy is the stupidest choice.

He waved his wand and made a circle on the ground.

"protegodiabolica!(Fire Shield)"

Fiery flames soared into the sky, surrounding Wayne and Quirrell like a

Colosseum.

"Don't even think about running away today. If I catch you, Professor Dumbledore might give me a special contribution to the school award.

Wayne was arrogant and pointed his wand at Quirrell.

Although he is not yet able to use fierce fire to cast a fire shield like Grindelwald, ordinary flames are enough to interrupt Quirrell's disembodiment and stop his thoughts of escaping.

"Do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?" Quirrell roared, powerful magic being released by him without any scruples.

Wayne fought back without showing any signs of weakness. He waved the wand in his hand, shattering a piece of ground and cutting down the trees here.

The gravel and broken wood were rolled up high, turned into sharp cones under the influence of the transformation technique, and shot out.

The ordinary salvo of thousands of bullets also became a fatal move. The armor spell on Quirrell's body continued to weaken, and a stone scratched his cheek, bringing out a little blood.

With an explosion, Quirrell was forced to apparate and came to Wayne's right side.

Two disarming spells followed closely, and Quirrell rolled around on the ground in a hurry to avoid the spells.

The boulder behind him was blown to pieces.

Looking at the scum in the place, Quirrell's scalp went numb....

Can your disarming spell be more effective than a crushing spell?

This is not a weapon to kill you, this is to kill you!

The enthusiasm and crazy murderous intention that had just arisen were poured cold water on him.

Wayne's offense continued.

The divine blade is invisible, the golden bell hangs upside down, the body is broken into pieces, and the body is torn apart.

The spell was shot out of the wand like a machine gun. The spell was still the same, but the terrifying change in power made Quirrell almost unrecognizable. He thought it was Wayne who was shouting nonsense.

He tried to play against Wayne, relying on the abundant magic power of the adult net master to win.

But the moment the two magic spells were connected, fierce sparks burst out.

The wand in his hand almost came out of his hand, and Quirrell was so frightened that he quickly avoided its edge.

Magical comparison, crushing!

Pentium flames, roaring spells, and continuous explosions.

The magical animals living nearby were awakened one after another, relying on their animal instincts to flee crazily into the distance.

The huge movement and scene quickly attracted the attention of Hagrid and others.

"There's a fire there, let's go take a look."

Hagrid hurried over in a hurry, and Harry and the three reluctantly followed behind.

Of course they didn't want to go, but being separated from Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest would only make it more dangerous, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Several people ran all the way and came to the outside of the flames panting.

Through the flickering flames, they saw clearly what was going on inside, and they were all shocked.

Harry stammered: "That, that's Wayne?"

Hagrid was taller and could see more clearly, and the dancing spells almost blinded him.

"It's Wayne, he's fighting a guy, and a unicorn!"

The Malfoy people were all frightened, crying and running towards the distance in a panic, but were chilled by Hagrid.

"Harry, keep an eye on him and don't let him run around. I'm going to find Dumbledore."

"Ya Ya, you stay here to protect Harry!"

After saying that, leaving Malfoy behind, Hagrid ran towards the city.

After just two glances, Hagrid knew that he would die if he went in and would not be able to help Wayne at all.

Only Dumbledore and the other professors could.

Within the flames, Quirrell's clothes were covered in blood, and the hand holding the wand was blown to pieces.

He collapsed. Wayne was almost toying with him. He could win easily several times, but Wayne stopped playfully like a cat catching a mouse and gave him a chance to breathe.

"Master, help me! I don't want to die here!"

Quirrell frantically begged for help in his mind, and Voldemort was about to vomit blood, if he had a physical body.

"Trash! Even a first grader can't solve it, so give your body to me!"

With that said, Quirrell could not refuse and forcibly took control of Quirrell's body.

In an instant, Quirrell's momentum changed, and the howling flames of the dark wind were also suppressed by ten heads.

A pair of snake eyes appeared under the hood, staring at Wayne.

Although he scolded Quirrell, he had seen Wayne's combat prowess with his own eyes. This should not be an achievement that a first-year wizard could achieve.

Even he couldn't do it at first.

No one can be more powerful and more talented than me.

The murderous intent in Voldemort's heart surged, the air around him froze, and the wand in his hand made a loud, echoing explosion.

"AvadaKedavra!"

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