Chapter 488： Was arranged (2/2)

Perhaps, the Dark Lord can directly use the Avadasuo Mantra to kill them once, but with Quirrell's magical power, it may be difficult to directly achieve this level.

He is getting weaker and weaker.

Therefore, Quirrell could only follow his tricks, let the unicorn run around and drain its last physical strength before starting.

This is currently the most effective method.

In order to prevent himself from being exposed, Quirrell wrapped himself tightly with a cloak.

He spent a whole day looking for injured unicorns in the forbidden forest, and forced the prey into the corner with a pressing approach.

During this period, Qiluo ran into a horseman and was driven by the beasts with arrows to flee. He also encountered an anomaly and was tracking the injured unicorn Hagrid.

Quirrell was very tired, hadn't eaten for a long time, and could hardly even stand up.

But he didn't want to die, so he persisted with the help of magic.

Finally, not long after the unicorn fell, Quirrell knew he had finally won.

It was late at night, and the exhausted Quill wandered in the forbidden forest like a beast with the magic taught him by Voldemort. He slowly came to the unicorn's side and leaned over to **** the silvery blood from the unicorn's wound. .

At the moment when his lips touched the blood of the unicorn, Quirrell felt his soul trembling~ body did not change, but he could feel that he had become different from before.

Is this the cursed life?

Suddenly, screams rang in his ears, and he heard someone fleeing screaming in horror.

Quirrell raised his head and let the silver-white blood drip from his lips on the cloak. He gave Harry a deep look, feeling very surprised.

Quirrell never thought that he would meet the famous Harry Potter here.

This savior is a trouble, maybe I should solve him now.

Yes, now is a good opportunity.

Nowhere is more suitable than here.

Quirrell struggled to stand up and walked slowly towards Harry, looking at the savior who had been trembling with fright, Quirrell felt very happy.

The famous Harry Potter was about to die in his own hands. That was something that even the Dark Lord could not do. How would he reward himself for helping him get rid of this serious worry?

When Quirrell raised his wand, a sound of horseshoes rang from not far away, and a horseman stood between him and Potter, raised his front leg high, preparing to trample him into the flesh with one foot.

Quirrell escaped from the horseman's hooves in embarrassment. He had dealt with these beasts more than once, knowing that more horsemen would come here soon.

Although Quirrell wants to kill the horseman and Harry Potter right now, he is too weak to fight, especially when facing more than one horseman, he is likely to be injured. That would be uneconomical.

Quirrell retreated under the cover of the night, anyway, his goal had been achieved.

Just save Harry Potter's life, and find other opportunities to take it away later!

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