i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 67
Little by little they approached it.

Yep, that was the unicorn they were looking for.

He wasn't dead, but he was dying.

Rigg watched him gasp in pain as blood slipped from the wound, dripped on the stones, and flowed into the river.

He didn't have much blood left to shed.

The unicorn's breathing became slower and weaker.

Harry had never seen anything so beautiful, so miserable.

Its slender legs kept the position when it fell, straightening unnaturally, as if it had been interrupted by some magic.

Its mane was as white as pearls on the black fallen leaves.

The entire body of the unicorn rests on the boulder, and behind it is a stream that flows continuously, and it can even be called a river.

It is not easy to have such a river in the Forbidden Forest, it must have gathered the water source of half of the forest.

Harry had just taken a step towards it when a gliding sound stopped him.

Hagrid, who had been watching his surroundings, heard the voice and pulled Harry past him.

Rigg took the opportunity to run to the other side of the clearing.

The farthest bush opposite them was shaking.

Then, a hooded figure flashed out of the shadows, crawling slowly on the ground like an approaching beast.

Hagrid wanted to call Rieg back, but he was afraid of attracting the figure's attention, so he had to give up.

Harry stood there dumbfounded, feeling for the first time the shadow of death approaching him.

Harry froze, Hagrid didn't.

Hagrid was counting his arrows.

Rigg is also quietly waiting for the best time.

The cloaked figure came up to the unicorn, bowed its head, and tried to drink his blood.

Voldemort had been following the unicorn for a long time.

Voldemort was annoyed that the unicorn was still unwilling to donate blood to him.

Now the unicorn is dying.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to give him blood.

There was a sense of relief in Voldemort's heart.

He hadn't been this happy in a long time.

He wanted to come back to Hogwarts, but the half a year here was the most frustrating half a year after he recovered.

Useless Quirrell, that weak body is not enough to support him.

He can only look around for a way to continue his life.

In case the waste of Chilo dies, his great master will be implicated.

Fortunately, he finally found it.

Philosopher's Stone, the best tonic for him.

Dumbledore thought those little tricks could stop him, Voldemort thought darkly.

If there is one person in this world who can find his return, Voldemort thinks it must be Dumbledore.

his archenemy.

He was actually underestimated by his arch enemy.

What angered him the most was that he really failed to pass the level and find the Philosopher's Stone.

Voldemort couldn't figure out where the damn key was.

Except for the Sorcerer's Stone, which was still not going well, Voldemort touched his hairy face.

The joy of finding unicorn blood dissipated, and anger lingered in his heart.

He couldn't wait for the unicorn to die a natural death.

Hagrid had been keeping his eyes on the center of the clearing when he saw the figure raise its hand.

Hagrid immediately growled and yelled, "Don't hurt that unicorn!"

The arrows that had been quenched with poison and shone with green light scattered away with Hagrid's anger.

Hold the shadow firmly in the middle.

It was Professor Sprout's masterpiece, and just a little bit of it was painful, deep into the soul.

The hooded figure looked up and saw Harry immediately.

Everyone present heard its sneer.

An invisible armor appeared in front of him.

The poison on the arrow turned into poisonous smoke, trying to invade Quirrell's body along the flow of magic power.

Hagrid watched expectantly.

Rigg is also counting.

not enough.

Voldemort curled his lips in disdain, and the smoke, which was deeper and darker than the poisonous smoke, swallowed Hagrid's killer weapon.

It stood up and walked quickly along the ground towards Harry.

Harry was so scared that he couldn't move, Hagrid was shocked, picked up Harry and was about to run.

He didn't expect that such a powerful weapon would have no effect on that figure.

Just then, a sharp pain pierced Harry's head like he had never felt before, as if his scar had suddenly caught fire.

Harry wrenched himself out of Hagrid's arms in pain.

His vision blurred and he staggered back.

At this moment, Harry and Hagrid were in the lower left corner of the clearing, with the river a little above them to the left.

Rigg is on the far right side of the oval.

Voldemort approached Harry from above.

"Harry, run left!" Rigg yelled.

Voldemort recognized the little wizard who was being held by the big man and fell off by himself at a glance.

Harry Potter, he chewed the name slowly.

He heard someone telling Harry Potter to run.

Voldemort smiled happily.

run?
Where else can I go?
He didn't even look at the other little wizard.

Just kill that savior, come back and kill this kid and that big man.

When the professor came, they all came to investigate the cause of the little wizard's death, and he just went to crack it to get the Philosopher's Stone.

Voldemort was about to laugh.

If he didn't want to attract the attention of Dumbledore and other professors when he didn't recover, he would have violently solved those fool puzzles.

Voldemort watched with enjoyment Harry Potter, the savior, fleeing in humility and terror in front of him.

Harry staggered to the left.

He had long been used to following Rigg's orders.

As soon as he heard Rieger's words, his body moved by itself.

The river drew nearer, but Rigg gave no second order.

As if something touched his back and moved away, a sound of hooves came from behind Harry.

Harry didn't look back.

He jumped in without hesitation, and the cold river water soaked his heavy clothes in no time.

Harry sank like a rock.

Only now did he remember.

Broken, he can't swim.

Voldemort was about to catch up with Harry, and Rigg clutched his wand anxiously.

He couldn't hold it anymore either.

But there are two steps left!

The sound of hooves seemed to surround them from all directions, and Hagrid had never seen so many centaurs before.

A strange centaur lunged at Voldemort.

Ronan and Bane were behind him.

The centaur who appeared appeared younger.

His hair was platinum, and he had the body of a horse with a silver mane, which seemed to be shining slightly.

His hooves hadn't touched Voldemort yet.

Voldemort screamed in pain, and wisps of black-gray smoke rose from his body.

He began to float to the upper left of the clearing, trying to avoid this strange centaur.

It's now!

Rigg finally waited.

This opportunity for Voldemort to be separated from everyone and at the water's edge.

"Flaming—"

The magic power that was continuously accumulated and suppressed all the way spewed out.

The huge fireball quickly attacked Voldemort with the astonishing heat of burning.

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