Deep in the Forbidden Forest, moonlight filtered through the leaves onto the ground. In the dappled light and shadow, Charlie and the other three were running towards the Castle.
However, fate always loves to play tricks.
"Bang!"
With a soft sound, distorted ripples appeared in the air.
The next second, a black-robed man appeared out of nowhere in front of them with a unconscious Unicorn.
Charlie's pupils instantly constricted.
Was this the legendary 'when you're sleepy, someone delivers a pillow' scenario?
Given the current situation, if this black-robed man wasn't a doctor treating the Unicorn, he was most likely a Dark Wizard.
They had just been about to avoid the Dark Wizard, but he had delivered himself right to their faces.
Quirrell was also stunned.
He just wanted to find a safe place for his master to drink blood, but why did an Apparition lead him to four students?
And among these four students was Charlie White, who had been a constant headache for him.
Although he was only a first-year, his strength was considerable. Quirrell really wasn't confident he could defeat Charlie.
Charlie had decided to avoid the Dark Wizard out of caution.
But now that the Dark Wizard was right in front of him, there was no avoiding it, so Charlie decisively pulled out his wand.
Strike first!
"Protego!"
Charlie waved his wand, and four transparent shields instantly enveloped the four of them.
"Sectumsempra!"
Without any hesitation, Charlie directly used a lethal Spell.
An invisible blade tore through the night sky, shooting straight towards Quirrell.
"What!"
Quirrell paled in shock.
This kid just went straight for Dark Arts?
"Protego!"
Quirrell hastily cast a defensive Spell, and the transparent shield barely blocked Charlie's attack.
But the shield was noticeably fainter.
Charlie raised an eyebrow, now having a better understanding of the situation.
This Dark Wizard didn't seem as formidable as he had thought.
"Transfigure quickly!"
Charlie pointed his wand at the ground, and the stones on the ground instantly transformed into honey badgers.
Dozens of honey badgers charged at Quirrell, howling.
Charlie waved his wand again, and the leaves on the trees turned into flocks of birds, swooping down on Quirrell in a dark mass.
"Sectumsempra! Sectumsempra! Sectumsempra!"
At the same time, the blades from Charlie's hand were relentless.
One Sectumsempra after another wildly shot towards Quirrell.
"Protego!"
Charlie even took a moment to cast another layer of protection on himself.
This combo was smooth and fluid, without any hesitation.
Harry and the other two were dumbfounded.
He instantly killed him upon appearing, did this Dark Wizard commit a heinous crime?
They had seen Charlie's power, but they had never seen Charlie this powerful.
This was no first-year student; he was practically a combat machine!
Quirrell's current predicament could be described with one phrase: worse than death.
The honey badgers howled as they pounced on him, the birds frantically pecked at his head, and Sectumsempra kept coming.
"Serpensortia!"
Quirrell gritted his teeth and cast a Spell, conjuring a giant snake to coil around himself.
The giant snake opened its gaping maw, attempting to bite the surrounding honey badgers.
But the honey badgers were not afraid at all, leaping onto the snake's body one after another.
"Protego! Protego!"
Quirrell could only continuously cast shields on himself, struggling to hold on.
He wanted to counterattack, but Charlie's casting frequency was simply too fast.
It was practically a Spell machine gun!
If it weren't for Charlie's lack of combat experience, and the transfigured honey badgers and birds blocking some of the Sectumsempra, he would have been diced long ago.
Quirrell felt utterly miserable.
After a month of searching, he finally caught a Unicorn, only to be beaten down by a student.
Lord Voldemort's snake-like voice came.
"Useless!"
"You useless fool, being forced into such a pathetic state by a student."
"Relax, let me handle it."
The next second, Lord Voldemort entered Quirrell's body.
This time, Lord Voldemort might fall into a deep sleep after taking action, but at this moment, he couldn't afford to care.
If he didn't act now, if Quirrell was beaten to death, he would still have to flee.
Black smoke billowed out from Quirrell's—no, now it should be Lord Voldemort's—body, obscuring the sky.
The moment the black smoke erupted, the honey badgers and flocks of birds Charlie had transfigured instantly dissipated.
"Holy crap!"
Charlie couldn't help but curse.
This guy can power up? Are you the protagonist or the villain?
Harry, who was beside him, suddenly clutched his forehead and painfully crouched down.
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