The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

Lind looked at the timid Quirrell who was repairing his waist injury. Voldemort's voice came from behind his head and scolded him unceremoniously.

See the right moment and rush back.

He walked more than ten meters in succession, maintaining a distance that was difficult for Quirrell to find but where he could quickly support the unicorn.

Since he had made the arrangements, he naturally had to lure Quirrell there. Otherwise, with this level of skill, it would be difficult to cause any major harm to Quirrell.

Every time he casts a spell, the magic power in his body will be like an iron plate that is gradually heated. When he wants to cast the next spell, it is equivalent to continuing to heat the iron plate that has already heated up.

There is a valve in these magic powers. It is okay to heat it once or twice continuously, but when the number of times of heating is too many, you have to wait for the iron plate to cool down before you can continue to heat it.

Just now, he also wanted to make up for the Divine Edge Shadow while Quirrell was being knocked down, but he couldn't do it at all. He had already released the Oolong Exit, the Greater Curse, and the Flame Curse in succession.

So he could only run away and deliberately seduced Quirrell to chase him.

After waiting for a while, he saw Quirrell cast a magic spell on the ground, and then started arguing again. He was thinking about whether to remind him, but he saw Quirrell turned the tip of the wand into a dagger, and then placed it on his right shoulder. A cut was made on it.

Then he saw a piece of rag flying straight towards him.

Quirrell's head suddenly turned away from him.

The hideous and terrifying face of Voldemort was revealed at the back door. After Voldemort turned around, he stared directly at Linde behind the bushes, as if he had already seen him, and smiled lowly.

"Follow him, what are you waiting for!" Voldemort ordered directly. The next moment, Quirrell's head turned around. His eyes were not staring directly at the place where Lind was hiding like Voldemort, but at Toward the flying piece of cloth.

Lind was stunned by Voldemort's sight, and then hurriedly regained his composure. The next second he saw Quirrell flying towards him.

Linde had already hung a levitation spell on his body to reduce his body weight. Without hesitation, he ran backwards.

"What kind of spell is this? Why do Death Eaters fly like this by turning themselves into smoke?"

Linde stepped over a fallen tree trunk, pushed hard with his feet, and ejected himself directly.

At this time Quirrell was not far away from him.

"This is so convenient in a place like Hogwarts where there is an anti-Apparition curse!" Lind put the wand into his cuff, grabbed the branch with his left hand and pulled himself forward, and took out two from his pocket with his right hand. The little thing was thrown back.

A low banging bang accompanied by a foul stench.

This is a big stinky egg bought at a joke shop. Thanks to the plot of Harry using joke props to invade the Ministry of Magic, he also made some very disgusting joke props.

"Snape will definitely know how to do it. Ask him to teach me. Of course, it doesn't matter if there are any prerequisites, such as being marked with the Dark Mark first." Linde was still relatively calm.

"Ugh! Uh-huh!" Quirrell's black mist body suddenly became unsteady and turned into a physical entity. The inertia caused by the high-speed movement caused him to roll on the ground for more than ten meters.

Quirrell instinctively covered his face with his hands, but there was another face behind him.

"Uh, you loser!"

"No... it's not the master... it's... it's the curse of the unicorn!" Quirrell stood up tremblingly, looking at the retreating figure. He quickly used magic spells to restore the wounds on Voldemort's face, and tried his best to heal Voldemort's face again. The body turned into black mist and soared into the air.

Voldemort's original idea was to forget it if he couldn't catch up, but now he was actually tricked. This is simply: the more he thinks about it, the angrier he becomes, and the more he takes a step back, the more he loses.

He must be caught.

The magic power in Quirrell's body was like a mess, and it took several attempts before it could fly.

During this time, Lind was still running forward, and the piece of cloth seemed to be waiting for Quirrell, slowing down.

Lind thought for a while, but still did not cast a spell to destroy the piece of cloth tracking him. Although it was a bit risky, he wanted Quirrell to take the bait himself.

And before Quirrell catches him, he will try his best to take Quirrell away from this area.

Linde ran slowly for a while and regained his composure. He was waiting for Quirrell. If he ran away and disappeared, Quirrell would not chase him!

Quirrell finally transformed into the black mist again and walked quickly through the woods. He followed the piece of cloth closely, but after a while, he saw the guy with the mask in front.

Along the way, Voldemort had been venting his anger on him. Even the softest coward had some temper at this time, and he was very angry in his heart.

You actually use this kind of joke prop. It seems that you don’t have much strength yourself!

If you are caught by me, I will torture you to death!

Quirrell thought angrily, completely forgetting how much trouble the joke prop caused him just now.

The man was leaning against the tree, his face flushed, and he was panting. He didn't know how to have such a good sight in this dark night.

When Lind saw Quirrell coming up, he got up in a panic, then softly cast a fire spell on the cloth, but it didn't hit, and then started to flee in a panic.

Seeing the opponent's weak spell, Quirrell suddenly felt happy, and his speed increased to another level.

"Why is it getting faster again! This speed is a bit beyond my expectation. If it keeps going like this, I'm afraid I'll die."

When he thought of this, he didn't have any disturbance in his heart, but he still had a look of fear on his face.

Linde had no doubt that if the other party was not in the woods, he would have caught him long ago.

He didn't know what Quirrell thought about, but he actually increased his speed again. This time, it was completely unlike a man who was cursed by a unicorn, and then fought another unicorn with full health, and then He also looked like he had been fucked twice.

This is too awesome!

Thinking about it, Lind turned around, waved his wand, and threw several objects in his hand.

Big stink bomb, head-butting boomerang...

However, without exception, they did not cause too much trouble to Quirrell, who was already on guard.

"Shen Feng Wu Ying——"

The invisible blade flew out. Linde didn't even look at the result. He speeded up again and turned around to run away. Then he saw a familiar old tree with tangled roots.

Arriving soon!

Lind calculated the distance and was about to throw everything out at once to harass Quirrell to delay, when he suddenly felt severe pain in his leg.

The severe pain made him stagger involuntarily, but then the pain and the touch of blood splashing on his skin caused his adrenaline to secrete rapidly, and he hurriedly glanced at his right leg.

There were several very deep wounds on his calf.

"Well, this curse is quite similar to... the curse you just had... right!" Quirrell stammered and laughed from behind.

Lind glanced at Quirrell again. He was unharmed. It seemed that he had dodged it or blocked it with an armor spell or something.

And he is now less than ten meters away from her. If he stopped still, he could choke her with just a blink of an eye.