Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

He was also dying from the horrible side effects.

therefore.

That's why Voldemort forced him to drink unicorn blood.

Quirrell didn't want to die.

He also fantasized that Voldemort's resurrection would bring him the power and wealth he wanted...

and so……

He soon saw a beautiful unicorn.

She was taking a leisurely walk under the tree.

"Go... Quirrell!"

"Kill her!"

"And drink her blood."

"Your life is saved!"

"Wait until I'm resurrected."

"Of course I have a way to help you remove those curses."

"You should know my abilities very well!"

The bewitching voice kept ringing in Qi Luo's mind!

Quirrell swallowed hard.

Then he drew his wand.

The unicorn in the distance seemed to sense something.

She stopped.

Looking curiously at the darkness here.

"Right, that is it……"

"While it's now..."

"Raise your wand!"

Voldemort roared.

Quirrell was startled.

He gritted his teeth.

Raised the wand.

"Avada..."

"Boom!"

A muffled sound came from behind.

Quirrell turned around in shock.

Subsequently.

He saw a huge monster passing by!

"puff!"

"what!"

Quirrell just felt something hit his shoulder.

Then...

He felt like he was flying!

After some dizzying.

It crashed into the bushes on the side!

……

Blake glanced behind him in confusion.

Was there a scream just now?

"Xilulu!"

A horse neighed from behind the right.

Blake turned to look.

I saw a unicorn chasing after me with cheerful steps.

"Karina!" Blake shouted in surprise.

This was the unicorn Kalina that he tamed and carried Cassandra around the Forbidden Forest.

"Xilulu? (Where are you going to play?)"

"Don't follow me, Karina. We're not going to play this time."

"We are going to fight this time, it will be dangerous!"

"Be good! Go back to the tribe."

Karina followed Blake for a while.

He turned around and went back obediently.

……

in the bushes.

Quirrell lay quietly.

He felt like he was going to die.

An already weak body.

Being hit like this...

That's just adding insult to injury!

"You loser!"

……

"Who is it? Who is it?"

Voldemort's angry voice was still echoing in Quirrell's mind.

But Quirrell's consciousness was already a little fuzzy.

"Uh! Ah!"

"waste!"

Voldemort was about to collapse.

Quirrell was forced by himself to drink the blood of the unicorn to prolong his life.

Unexpectedly, I was hit by something I didn't know.

It looked like Quirrell was going to die tonight.

Voldemort doesn't want Quirrell to die now!

Granted, he really didn't care whether Quirrell lived or died.

But that would be after I was successfully resurrected.

just now……

If Quirrell died now.

How long will he wait?

How can we get the next servant who is so gullible? !

Voldemort had been waiting for many years.

He doesn't want to wait any longer!

and so……

"Qiluo! Get up!"

"Ah! This little bit of magic power that I managed to accumulate with great difficulty..."

Voldemort's unwilling voice echoed in Quirrell's mind.

then.

Quirrell had fainted with his eyes closed.

Suddenly opened his eyes!

……

seaside.

The roars of the horned beasts filled the entire beach.

Acaste climbed up with difficulty.

But at this moment, its body was already covered with scars.

It looked at its tribesmen who were being knocked down one after another on the beach.

It regrets it now.

I regret not signaling sooner.

There were only a handful of poachers here tonight.

Based on the pride of the Purple Horned Tribe of the Horned Beasts.

It chose to fight the enemy together with its people.

I thought I didn't need the king's help.

But I didn't expect...

These poachers came prepared.

They did not choose a wand to attack the horned beast.

Because they knew that it would be difficult for spells to penetrate the scales of a horned beast.

So they chose poison gas.

When countless bottles exploded among the herd of horned beasts.

Countless poisonous gases filled the air.

All the horned beasts that inhaled the poisonous gas were immediately knocked to the ground.

It is impossible to organize resistance.

Akaster was the only horned beast that escaped from the poisonous gas.

But now it is.

Outnumbered!

Under siege by poachers.

Soon it became bruised and battered.

Because even the scales of a horned beast.

It is also impossible to withstand so many and such intensive attacks.

"This horned camel is pretty good."

"Catch him and put him in the Colosseum."