Chapter 40 Quirrell is offline
An unsettling whisper filled the air of the Forbidden Forest.
And a strong smell of blood.
A wounded unicorn collapsed helplessly beneath an ancient tree.
Its body trembled violently, its once pure white fur...
Those beautiful eyes were already stained with blood.
Filled with fear and despair,
It seems to be awaiting the final verdict.
Quirrell staggered to the unicorn.
His black robe,
Dilapidated
It was covered in mud and blood.
His breathing was rapid and heavy.
His face was filled with exhaustion and a grimace.
He wanted to cover the back of his head with one hand, but didn't dare.
They could only endure the immense pain.
"Get up! You idiot! Do you want me to waste my time here?!"
Voldemort's hoarse and cold voice
It roared in Quirrell's mind.
The voice was like that of a demon from the depths of hell, filled with violence and impatience.
He urged Quirrell to complete his task as soon as possible.
Quirrell's body trembled violently.
He immediately knelt down on the ground.
His tone was filled with humility and fear.
His body trembled slightly with extreme fear.
"Yes, yes! Master, I'll get to work right away! I'll be done in no time! I can go back to the castle to rest soon!"
He knew that Voldemort's patience was almost exhausted.
He must complete the task as soon as possible.
Only then can one avoid incurring Voldemort's wrath.
He staggered to his feet.
He kicked the unicorn's body hard several times.
The unicorn let out a painful howl.
But he still couldn't get up again.
They could only wait in despair for death to come.
Quirrell seemed to be venting his inner dissatisfaction and pain.
He unleashed all his anger on the unicorn.
Everything he did was extremely cruel, but he couldn't control himself.
He is now,
He had been completely reduced to a puppet, a tool controlled by Voldemort.
"Hurry up! You piece of trash! Do you want me to take action myself?!"
Voldemort's voice rang out again.
This time his tone was filled with rage; he had almost lost all patience.
He used his immense strength,
It kept assaulting Quirrell's consciousness.
This force caused Quirrell's body to twitch slightly.
Quirrell's body trembled violently.
He seemed to sense Voldemort's barely contained rage.
I dared not hesitate any longer.
Bend down,
He brought his face close to the unicorn's wound.
He opened his mouth.
He revealed his bloodshot teeth.
They were preparing to begin drinking the blood of the unicorns.
He knew that unicorn blood was cursed, but he could only accept his fate.
He comforted himself, thinking that once he finished, he could return to the castle.
Take a short break.
Even just a little bit of rest time,
All of this would make him feel incredibly happy.
Just as his lips were about to touch the unicorn's body,
A chilling sound,
It resounded around him.
The sound was like shattering glass.
It made a "click-clack" sound.
There seems to be something...
It is tearing space apart.
Damn it!
Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's mind.
His tone was filled with terror.
They seemed to have sensed that something extremely dangerous was about to happen.
Quirrell's body trembled violently.
He instinctively raised his wand, wanting to use "Apparition" to escape.
He wanted to live; he didn't want to die here.
I want to go back to the warm castle, and I want to get a good night's sleep.
However,
It was all too late.
The next moment,
A fear of death completely took over his consciousness.
Everything he saw
They were all swallowed up by darkness in an instant.
His body also lost all control.
Within a radius of twenty meters centered on Chiloh,
Space is like a mirror.
Suddenly shattered,
The invisible cracks, like a spider web,
It spread rapidly.
It cut everything around it into countless tiny fragments.
It was an incomprehensible power.
It was a terrifying existence capable of destroying everything!
In that shattered space,
All the trees, weeds, and insects were instantly broken down into countless tiny fragments.
Then it was repeatedly decomposed.
Everything was reduced to dust by this invisible force.
The life that had just existed vanished completely in that instant.
And Rocky, who was perched on the unicorn...
His body felt as if it were being cut by invisible blades.
It was instantly broken down into countless drops of blood.
The blood splattered in the air.
It was cut and broken down again, in just a few seconds.
His body had completely vanished, as if it had never existed.
This terrifying cutting and decomposition,
The loop continued for a full four minutes or so.
Until that area was completely reduced to nothingness.
All matter turned into a cloud of gray mist.
It slowly drifted away in the air.
It's unimaginable what a horrific massacre had just taken place.
Moen, not far away,
Exhausted, he slumped down under the tree.
His hand, which had been gripping the wand tightly,
It also drooped down limply.
pale face
Rapid breathing
His body was trembling violently.
He could sense it.
The magic within one's own body
It has been almost completely drained.
He could clearly feel it.
Unleashing the full power of "Shadowless Divine Blade"
That kind of thing can tear space apart,
The power to break everything down was beyond his imagination.
However, the price he paid was also enormous.
The power of "Shadowless Divine Blade" was far greater than he had imagined.
However, it also consumes a huge amount of magic power.
With the help of the magic booster, he could only use this spell five times before he was completely exhausted.
What frustrated him even more was...
The system notification tone did not sound.
This means that his mission was not completed.
He bit his lower lip tightly.
I can feel the resentment in my heart.
He was certain that the attack just now was enough to completely destroy Quirrell.
But,
Why was the task not completed?
Deep down, he had a vague sense of foreboding.
Voldemort was not destroyed.
Perhaps he left something inside Quirrell's body, a means for him to escape.
"Damn it!" Moen cursed under his breath.
For the first time, he felt his own thirst for power.
How urgent it is!
He must become stronger.
Just then,
Hagrid's anxious voice came from afar: "Mount! Where are you?! I heard a noise over here! Are you alright?!"
Hagrid's gruff voice echoed through the silent Forbidden Forest.
His voice was filled with worry and anxiety.
The footsteps grew closer and closer.
They are on their way here.
Moen secretly breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, Harry arrived in time.
I'm too weak right now; I can't even move.