From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 88 Died before leaving the army

"Nice steps, right?" Quirrell's expression was crazy and unnatural. The silver blood of the unicorn mixed with his saliva and flowed out from the corners of his mouth, but he had no intention of wiping it off. "You can't hide forever, Mr. Doom!"

"Pain! Soon, the pain will bring you to your knees!" Quirrell raised his wand again, "Then, the Dark Lord's gift will be sweet to you! Heart-wrenching!"

"Armor protection!" With the silver basswood and phoenix feather wand in hand, Ivy used a protective spell to defend against the attack. "I won't warn you again, Quirrell."

Ivy pointed his wand to the side, and a huge stone rose into the air with a cloud of dust, and smashed towards Quirrell with great force.

This was the ancient magic that Ivy relied on to roam the Forbidden Forest unimpeded more than a hundred years ago. Among all his spells, this one killed the second most enemies. More importantly, the ancient magic throwing was not considered black magic, even though its lethality was far more powerful than that of ordinary black magic.

At first, when Quirrell saw Ivy's wand pointing to the open space on the side, he thought that Ivy was too soft-hearted to be ruthless, but when the boulder flew towards him suddenly, Quirrell had no time to chant spells or dodge.

Finally, the stone hit his waist, causing Quirrell's body to fold in half along the point where the boulder fell, and finally presenting a weird and inhuman angle. The blood flowing out of Quirrell was not red, but an uncomfortable dark purple, and even had a bit of matte black. The unicorn blood that he had just swallowed not long ago also surged from his stomach to his throat and spurted out together with the dark blood.

After just one attack from Ivy, Quirrell was already out of breath, and the light of life faded from his eyes bit by bit. This unlucky guy who was possessed by Voldemort in the Black Forest of Albania was about to die in the Forbidden Forest.

The bloodshot in Quirrell's eyes gradually disappeared, taking away his madness and ambition, leaving only the fear of death.

Ivy even saw some tears in his eyes, and the last words Quirrell left in the world were: "...Please...save me..."

Among the dark wizards Ivy had dealt with, there were only a few who were truly tough. Most of them seemed to come to their senses when they were about to die, crying, shouting, and begging for mercy. When you returned the pain they had inflicted on others, they became afraid instead. There was no longer a smile of enjoyment or relaxation on their faces, only fear and helplessness.

"Death is always kind, merciful and fair. Only she can put aside the differences among people and treat everyone equally." Ivy whispered these words, watching Quirrell's life slowly fade away.

"It seems that Hogwarts needs a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Perhaps Professor Snape will be willing to do it, but let Dumbledore worry about this matter." Ivy waved his wand to remove the stones on Quirrell's body, and stood there defenselessly thinking about how to collect Quirrell's body.

There was a "cracking" sound, and Quirrell's head twisted 180 degrees strangely, with the back of his head wrapped in a turban facing Ivy. His broken limbs also twisted and supported themselves on the ground awkwardly, making him look like a strange giant spider.

Quirrell's relaxed palm clenched the wand again and raised it crookedly. A low, hoarse and vicious voice rang out: "Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed and headed straight for Ivy's face.

It is conceivable that it was Voldemort who cast the Killing Curse using Quirrell's body, but Ivy had been on guard against him for a long time.

But before he could release the 3rd level wizard spell Counterspell, a flash of fire suddenly exploded in front of him.

Ivy was familiar with this movement. It was Howling Flame, the dragon mother in Hagrid's hut. Voldemort's killing curse hit the Howling Flame that suddenly appeared in the blink of an eye, but the invincible "Big Melon" failed to succeed this time.

Because Xiaoyan is not an ordinary magical animal, but an artistic elemental statue created by Ivy himself, and elemental life is its essence. Moreover, it is Ivy's wizard pet, and it can be summoned again even if it dies.

The green killing curse only blew open its ceramic shell, but completely released the mixed elemental life form inside, causing the howling flame to appear more than one circle larger than before.

The flames swelled in the wind, and Xiaoyan turned into a huge giant flaming cat. Then the giant flaming cat opened its mouth and spit, and Ivy felt that one of his third-level spell slots was used up by it.

The spellcasting resources were released through Xiaoyan's mouth, and a huge fireball with terrifying momentum shot out and directly hit Voldemort Quirrell, who looked like a giant spider.

"Don't!" Before Ivy could say anything to stop him, a small piece of forest and Quirrell's body on the ground were completely blown to pieces by the fireball released by Xiaoyan.

When Ivy put out the fire in the forbidden forest, the huge howling flame licked Ivy's face with its thorny tongue, as if to ask for credit, but the latter just looked at the chaotic woodland and began to think about how to deceive the old bee's eyes.

However, he didn't invest any skill points in Bluff, and telling the truth was one of his few strengths, so in the end he decided to give up.

Seeing that Ivy was indifferent, Xiaoyan nudged Ivy with its huge cat head again, and this time it got a hug that was no longer perfunctory.

Ivy used another 3rd-level spell slot to cast Repair, which repaired the ceramic shell of Xiaoyan that was shattered by the Killing Curse. Repair was originally just a 0-level trick, but the upgrade effect gave it a stronger spell effect, so it completed its mission perfectly.

Xiaoyan looked down at his body on the ground, turned into a wisp of lively flame and drilled back into the body. Now, the big cat that everyone loves is back.

Quirrell was destroyed by Howling Flame's fireball, and Voldemort also lost the body he possessed. Waves of black shadows seeped out from the ashes of the fire and turned into a black gas lingering in the open space.

"I curse you!" Voldemort's hoarse voice appeared again, "I curse you, Ivy Doom, and your cat! You will regret going against me, and when I sweep across the wizarding world, you will..."

Before Voldemort could finish his words, Ivy fired a fireball spell with the damage type changed by the Scribe's spell-awakening professional ability, the Grimoire.

A brilliant fireball with golden light exploded in the open space in the forest, as if a second sun had risen in the forbidden forest.

"Ah——" That was Voldemort's howl of pain. After torturing little Tom in the diary, Ivy was very familiar with this scream. He understood that Voldemort was going to run away.

"What a pity," Ivy hugged the big cat and shook his head, "If you had been more patient, maybe you could have been reunited with your Horcrux."

(End of this chapter)