Hogwarts Collector, I cast a spell with the Eye of God - Chapter 82
“Quirrell, do you think that it is a tragedy for a beautiful creature like a unicorn to disappear just like that?”
This sudden question brought Quirrell back to reality from his chaotic thoughts.
He was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was the Dark Lord who was talking to him.
Quirrell was confused. He wondered if the Dark Lord was exploring the philosophical implications of this question, or simply talking about the concept of tragedy in literature, or was he moved by the scene and feeling sad about the passing of the unicorn?
As a former professor of Muggle Studies, Quirrell knew a lot about Muggles.
However, at this moment, he didn’t know how to respond to this question.
Because his body had been completely controlled, even the ability to speak had been taken away.
The Dark Lord didn’t seem to really expect Quirrell’s answer. He just wanted to find someone to share his thoughts with while enjoying this delicious meal.
In the past, he always talked to Nagini – although that was also such a soliloquy – since coming to England, he left Nagini in the Albanian forest, and didn’t know how she was doing now.
“I think the death of the unicorn is a tragedy.……”Voldemort paused for a moment, then asked himself in a rather romantic tone:
“When I was wandering in Albania, I met a wandering poet from the Far East. He said something that impressed me deeply: Tragedy is to tear all the beauty into pieces for people to see. This sentence touched my heart. So, I am also keen to create such tragedies.……”
Another eerie laugh echoed in the night sky, like the wail of a night owl.
The lake was sparkling, reflecting the terrible scene:
Voldemort opened his mouth, bit the unicorn’s neck with his fangs, and greedily sucked the precious blood. Every drop of blood seemed to contain powerful magic, which made Voldemort feel unprecedented satisfaction.
His soul seemed to be cleansed by the unicorn’s blood, glowing with new vitality from the inside out. The unicorn’s blood was nourishing him, making him gradually stronger.
This power made him feel that he was gradually getting stronger, and the lost ten years seemed to be compensated at this moment.
The unicorn’s blood was like sweet rain, nourishing his dry soul, making him feel that his strength was recovering little by little.
As for the unicorn’s curse, it was not worth mentioning to Voldemort.
He had lost everything before, and that kind of despair was the most terrible curse for him.
Now, he had nothing to lose.
He was fearless, only the desire and pursuit of power.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from afar, interrupting Voldemort’s meal.
Voldemort raised his head, lifted up Quirrell’s robe, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth elegantly, looked in the direction of the sound, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
What a disgusting centaur.
The leader Magorian witnessed the black-robed wizard cruelly sucking the blood of the unicorn, and his face suddenly surged with rage.
He opened the huge bow, and a sharp arrow was placed on the string, flashing a cold light.
“”Swoosh!”
The arrow shot out like a meteor, heading straight for the black-robed wizard!
Voldemort felt the sharp wind of the arrow, but was not afraid.
He let go of the unicorn that had been drained of blood and was dying, letting it fall to the ground, then tightly grasped Quirrell’s wand, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. The arrow came through the air, and when it was about to hit Voldemort’s face, it suddenly stopped in the air, firmly locked by an invisible force.
Voldemort smiled contemptuously, holding the wand in his right hand, and waved it gracefully like a conductor.
The arrow drew a beautiful arc and flew back at lightning speed.
“”Puff!”
The arrow pierced Magre’s hand holding the bow at an astonishing speed, and blood spurted out.
“”Get lost!”
Voldemort spat out a word indifferently, his eyes full of disdain.
“You despicable and lowly creatures, don’t disturb me from enjoying my delicious meal~.”
At this time, other centaurs also rushed to the scene.
Mager shouted in pain:”Shoot!”
Dozens of centaurs drew their bows and shot arrows at the same time. The dense rain of arrows poured down like a rainstorm. The sky was full of black spots, and the sound of the bowstring suddenly loosened after being taut came one after another.
However, Voldemort just smiled disdainfully. He twisted his wrist lightly and quickly summoned a silver shield in front of him.
The arrows hit the shield and bounced off one after another. The ground was instantly filled with scattered arrows, the soil was cracked, and the dust was flying.
“Since you are seeking death, I will grant your wish!” Voldemort smiled grimly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
Although he could not beat the old fox Dumbledore now, he was not someone that these centaurs could bully.
He raised his wand high, and a cluster of deep black flames suddenly popped out from the tip of the wand.
Although the flame was small, it contained a terrible curse.
When it gently touched the surface of the lake, it did not go out as ordinary people thought, but instead burned in a weird way, emitting billowing black smoke.
“Be careful, it’s [Fire Curse】”Ye Ting reminded the centaurs:”It can burn everything it touches, even water. Don’t touch the flame!”
The black flame gradually expanded, twisted and struggled under the nourishment of the lake water, and finally turned into a fire snake emitting a deep black light.
It seemed to have life. With the guidance of Voldemort’s wand, the fire snake suddenly jumped up and pounced on the panicked centaurs.
Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters…
The body of the fire snake expanded rapidly in the flames. Wherever it passed, the trees were instantly devoured and turned into ashes.
It was like an awakened giant beast, sweeping towards the centaurs with an unstoppable momentum.
Faced with this sudden and terrifying fire snake, the centaurs were completely panicked.
Their proud archery and strong physique seemed so insignificant in front of this raging fire.
Not to mention Hagrid, as the tyrant of the Forbidden Forest, he became a baby in front of Voldemort.
Ye Ting originally thought that he had become very strong after obtaining so many God’s Eyes.
But when he met Voldemort… and it was Voldemort who was attached to Quirrell, he finally understood.
Even the current Voldemort was not someone he could defeat in a short time.
His current strength might be stronger than someone like Snape, but compared to the real strong men in the wizarding world, there was still a small gap.
He gritted his teeth and decided to ignore Voldemort and focus on dealing with Fiendfyre first.
However, before that, he had to settle his companions first.
“Susan, don’t follow me,”
Ye Ting turned to the girl behind him,”Go ride a broom with Zhang Qiu.”
The girl sobbed and got off the Nimbus 2000 obediently. She knew very well that she was just a burden to Ye Ting now.
“Or… let’s go back.” Zhang Qiu looked at Ye Ting worriedly,”Can’t such a dangerous matter be handed over to the professors? Why do you have to stand up?”
“I can’t just watch them destroy the forbidden forest.” Ye Ting shook his head,”This is my property!”
Of course, he didn’t say the last sentence.
“……Then you…be careful……”Susan wiped her tears and crawled behind Zhang Qiu.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure of it.”
Ye Ting said, and took out three bottles of potion and handed them two bottles,”This is the anti-fierce potion, the same kind we drank in Snape’s level. If I fail to stop the fierce, you will drink it immediately.”
Then, he drank a bottle himself.
Then, he stood in front of the centaurs and waved his hand. Layers of golden ripples appeared in the air, like ripples on the water.
With the golden fluctuations, flasks gradually appeared, as if they had descended from another world.
These flasks were sealed with stoppers, and blue crystals floated in the bottles.
“”Go, wind spirits!”
With Ye Ting’s order, flasks were shot out by golden ripples and smashed in front of Ye Ting.
The moment the flasks broke, the sealed huge wind spirits broke free, flapped their huge green wings, and danced in front of Ye Ting.
They rolled up vortices, as if to draw everything around them into them. (To read the violent novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
Each vortex is like a small tornado, whistling and spinning with destructive power.
This is the wonderful thing about Sucrose’s ultimate move – existing in the form of alchemical potions, Ye Ting can reserve a large amount of such power in advance.
This time, Ye Ting almost used up all his stocks.
However, facing Voldemort’s ferocious fire snakes, these wind spirits did not seem to achieve the expected effect. The fire snakes are still raging, as if they are not affected by the wind at all.
There are even wind spirits that were instantly swallowed up when they tried to approach the fire snakes, turning into fuel for the fierce fire.
That’s right, how could this terrible cursed flame be affected by ordinary wind?���Seeing this
, Ye Ting shook his head.
“It seems that I have to come in person.”
He raised his hands in the air, and the invisible wind around him seemed to be summoned, gently lifting him up, making him seem to be suspended in the air.
At the same time, the eyes of God all over his body lit up – the necklace on his neck, the ring on his finger, the end of the magic wand… all flashed with dazzling light.
This indicated that Ye Ting’s magic power had been fully activated.
The wind spirits who were originally fighting on their own seemed to feel Ye Ting’s power. They gathered in the direction of Ye Ting and wrapped him tightly. At this moment, Ye Ting seemed to have become the incarnation of the wind, and his surroundings had almost become a substantial cyan world.
“So, next——”Ye Ting stretched out a hand
“A poem about the god of wind——”
In an instant, the violent wind that surrounded him condensed and compressed wildly in front of him, gradually forming a huge wind core. The wind element inside the wind core was extremely dense, and the color became darker and darker, like a deep black hole, as if it wanted to swallow everything.
“”Then, what does that sentence say?”
Ye Ting sneered, his eyes fixed on Li Huo in the distance,”Don’t even think about escaping.——”[]
He pushed his hand lightly, and the wind core that gathered all the power of the wind spirits whistled towards the direction of Fiendfyre.
The black fire snake was tens of meters long, and the heat waves hit his face as it swirled and flew, as if it wanted to devour the wind core like it devoured the wind spirit.
However, the moment the fire snake touched the wind core, the situation was reversed.
Fiendfyre was constantly torn and rolled into the wind core like a whale sucking water.
The black hole-like wind core greedily devoured the black flames, as if it was never satisfied.
Voldemort’s face was gloomy and uncertain. He absorbed a lot of unicorn blood to enhance his strength, and now it was enough to control Quirrell’s body.
However, the upper limit of his strength was limited to Quirrell himself.
Quirrell’s strength was indeed good. Under Voldemort’s careful teaching, he was even able to sneak into Gringotts and escape from the pursuit of the Aurors.
But that was all.
At this moment, facing Ye Ting’s weird and powerful magic, he seemed helpless.
In his state, creating such a huge Fiendfyre and barely controlling it was already the limit.
Now he had no ability to resist such a strange magic.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Voldemort hurriedly tried to control the fire snake to escape from the restraint of the wind core.
However, although the cursed flames could devour ordinary wind spirits, they seemed so powerless in front of the poem of the wind god.
Under Ye Ting’s control, the wind core chased closely, and the embarrassed fire snake fled everywhere, but was sucked smaller and smaller.
In the end, the entire fire snake was completely controlled by the wind core.
A potential disaster that could destroy the forbidden forest was turned into nothing in Ye Ting’s hands.
However, Ye Ting was not satisfied.
He controlled the wind core and flew straight towards Voldemort.
This scared him.
Even Fiendfyre couldn’t stop this thing. If he touched it, he would definitely be sucked in.
You know, the wind core is full of Fiendfyre now. If he was sucked in, he would be finished.
A hero doesn’t suffer a loss in front of him, so Voldemort instantly turned into a wisp of black smoke and hurriedly fled into the distance.
Ye Ting controlled the wind core and chased after him, but he also knew that he was already struggling to simulate the power of the wind god with the help of Sucrose’s ultimate move. This wind core was extremely unstable and difficult to control from a distance.
In desperation, Ye Ting had to give up the pursuit.
Now, there was another problem that troubled him.
What should I do with the Fiendfyre?
He had not yet studied black magic, let alone understood the counter-curse of the [Fiendfyre Curse] – he did not foresee that he would face such trouble so soon.
At this moment, he was concentrating on controlling the wind core and had no way to distract himself to cast other spells to eliminate the Fiendfyre.
As time went by, the elemental energy in the wind core gradually consumed, and it was destined to not last too long.
If the Fiendfyre was not dealt with before the wind core dissipated, the Forbidden Forest would still burn.
Just as Ye Ting looked around, looking for an area that could minimize the impact on the surrounding environment to release the Fiendfyre, support finally arrived.
A strange song suddenly rang out in the sky.
The sound seemed to come from another world, ethereal and illusory, but with an inspiring power.
With a ball of flames rising, the phoenix appeared, and Dumbledore appeared, holding the long golden tail feathers of the phoenix.
The fourth update, yesterday’s update is made up.
Considering that I am not addicted to zzz but working hard to update, I would like to ask for a wave of flowers, monthly tickets and evaluation tickets. Thank you.
