From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"The steps are flexible, right?" Quirrell looked crazy and unnatural, the silver blood of the unicorn mixed with his saliva flowing out of the corners of his mouth, but he had no consciousness to wipe it off, "You can't hide forever, Mr. Doom!"

"Pain! Soon, the pain will make you surrender!" Quirrell raised his wand again, "Then, the gift of the Dark Lord will make you happy! Heart-piercing!"

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

Ivy pointed his wand to the side, and a huge stone soared into the air with a puff of dust, and smashed towards Quirrell with a force of ten thousand pounds.

This is the ancient magic that Ivy relied on to roam the forbidden forest unimpeded more than a hundred years ago. Among all his spells, this trick killed the second most enemies. More importantly, the ancient magic throwing is not considered black magic, even if its lethality is far more powerful than ordinary black magic.

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

Finally, the stone hit his waist, causing Quirrell's body to be folded along the point where the boulder fell, and finally presented a weird anti-human angle. The blood flowing out of Quirrell was not red, but an uncomfortable dark purple, even with a little matte black. The unicorn blood that he had swallowed not long ago also surged from his stomach to his throat and spurted out with the dark blood.

After only one attack from Ivy, Quirrell was already out of breath, and the light of life faded from his eyes little by little. This unlucky guy who was leaned over 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 a few tears in his eyes, and Quirrell's last words in the world were: "... Please... Save me..."

Among the dark wizards Ivy had dealt with, there were still a few who were really tough. Most of them seemed to wake up when they were about to die, crying, shouting, and begging for mercy. When you return the pain they had inflicted on others, they are afraid instead. There is no longer a smile of enjoyment on their faces, no longer a relaxed and comfortable feeling, only fear and helplessness.

"Death is always kind, kind and fair. Only she can put aside the differences between people and treat everyone equally." Ivy whispered this sentence, watching Quirrell's life gradually die.

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

With a "click" sound, Quirrell's head twisted 180 degrees strangely, facing Ivy with the back of his head wrapped in a headscarf, and his broken limbs twisted and propped up on the ground awkwardly, looking like a strange big spider.

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

A green light flashed and went straight to Ivy's face.

It is conceivable that it was Voldemort who cast the killing curse with Quirrell's body, but Ivy had been on guard against him.

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

Ivy was very familiar with this movement, it was the Howling Flame who was the mother of dragons in Hagrid's hut.

Voldemort's killing curse hit the suddenly flashing Howling Flame in the blink of an eye, but the "biting big melon" that had never failed failed this time.

Because Howling Flame is not an ordinary magical animal, but an artistic elemental statue created by Ivy himself, and elemental life is its essence. And it is also Ivy's wizard pet, the kind that can be summoned again even if it dies.

The green killing curse only blew up its ceramic shell, but completely released the mixed elemental life form inside, causing Howling Flame to look more than one circle larger than before.

The flames rose in the wind, and Howling Flame turned into a huge giant flame cat. Then the giant flame cat opened its mouth and spit, and Ivy felt that one of his three-ring spell slots was used up by it.

The spellcasting resources were released through the mouth of Howling Flame, and a huge fireball with terrifying momentum shot out, directly hitting Voldemort Quirrell, who looked like a strange spider.

"Don't!" Before Ivy could stop it, a small forest and Quirrell's body on the ground were completely blown to pieces by the fireball spell released by Howling Flame.

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 forest and began to think about how to deceive the old bee's eyes.

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

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

Avi spent another 3rd ringworm to release repair, re -repaired Xiao Yan's ceramic shell that was smashed by the mantra. Repairing was originally a 0 -ring drama, but the casting effect of the litter of liters gave it a stronger spell effect, so it perfectly fulfilled its mission.

Xiao Yan looked down at the shell on the ground, and became a wicked flame and drilled back again. Now, the big cats that people love people are back.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Qiluo's corpse bones were disappeared under the fireball of Xiao Yan, and Voldemort lost his body. The black shadow exuded from the ashes of the flame, and became a dark gas lingering in the open space.

"I cursed you!" The vutum -bellied sound appeared again. "I cursed you, Avi Dum, and your cat! You will regret doing it right with me. When I sweep the entire magic world, you ... ... "

The words of Voldemort have not finished saying, and Avi rewarded him with a fireball of the damage type by the scripture of the scholar's spell professional ability.

The glittering light of golden light exploded on the ground in the forest, as if the second round of sun was raised in the forbidden forest.

"Ah-" It was the pain of Voldemort's pain. After the torture of the small and small Tom in the diary, Avi could no longer be familiar with the scream of this sound. He understood that Voldemort was going to run away.

"It's a pity," Ai Wei shook his head holding the big cat. "If you have more patience, maybe you can gather with your upsurge."