056 - Fight!

AN: From here starts the chapters translated by me, so hopefully, you would notice a little fewer awkward sentences. Anyway, Enjoy!

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"Yes...." Professor McGonagall understood the seriousness of the matter, with a stern expression on her face she ordered. "Alright, I'll go there immediately. You three need to go to Professor Dumbledore, find him, and tell him what happened. The password to Headmaster's office is... Pixie Puffs." Professor McGonagall started chanting a spell under her breath after ordering the three of them, then she turned over and jumped from the window on the third floor.

"Professor McGonagall!" Hermione rushed to the window sill anxiously, watching Professor McGonagall fall from the sky, but after falling for a few meters, she landed smoothly after waving her wand.

"that's really cool, was that a levitation charm, can we try that?" Ron asked with envy.

"This is the third floor. If we can't cast the spell in time, we will fall to our death!" Harry had to remind him.

"Let's go find Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible." Although Professor McGonagall has rushed to support Ivan, Hermione was still feeling a little worried. Only the greatest wizard of their time, Dumbledore can reassure her.

"No need, I heard everything."

Just as Hermione was preparing to pull them away from the window to search for him, Dumbledore's figure suddenly walked out of some shadow by the hallway, he was looking at the forbidden forest in the distance. There was a look of apprehension on his face. What happened in the Forbidden Forest has exceeded his expectations.

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At the same time, there were bursts of noises deep in the originally silent forbidden forest.

After a while, a huge figure more than two meters high came out of the bushes, it seemed to be struggling. Its patchy clothes were stained with blood and a strong smell of blood drifted from him.

Under normal circumstances, the predators hidden in the Forbidden Forest would have already swamped him, but now apart from small noises made by Hagrid, only the sound of insects could be heard in the vicinity.

"Huh..." Hagrid panted, holding the wooden club he had found halfway on the way here as a weapon in his hand, he leaned against a big tree and stared at the forest.

In the shade of the trees, a figure shrouded in black robes slowly approached him, and Hagrid, who was unable to walk anymore, could only throw the cub at it.

As a half-giant, Hagrid's power was far superior to ordinary wizards, which was one of the reasons why he could so easily tame many magical creatures.

The thick club whistled through the air, but against a vigilant and powerful wizard, that attack was meaningless.

"Diffindo~!" The black-robed wizard waved his wand, and a bright red light erupted from the tip, smashing the club into pieces in mid-air.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking unicorns in the Forbidden Forest?" Hagrid asked angrily.

The black-robed wizard did not answer, nor was he stupid enough to explain to Hagrid why he was hunting down the unicorn. He just lifted his wand gently, pointed it at Hagrid, and whispered softly.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light blasted towards Hagrid at an extraordinary speed, and Hagrid, who recognized the spell that was headed towards him, felt despair.

'Harry...Dumbledore...Aragok...Ivan...Hermione...Ron...Norbert...'

A series of memories appeared in Hagrid's mind like a train. As he quietly waited for his death, a white gleaming figure rushed out like lightning, blocking the spell.

"No!" Hagrid let out an anguished cry.

But no matter how loud Hagrid roared, he couldn't change what happened. The green light hit it straight on, and the white figure abruptly stopped and slid onto the ground.

It was a unicorn...

Even a high-grade magical creature, after just one curse was dying, its vitality was fading rapidly, and its life was about to come to an end.

Its white mane was stained with blue blood, but even so, it struggled to stand up. Hagrid was in tears and wanted to crawl over to check on the unicorn's condition, but his body had already lost all traces of strength.

Quirrell, who was wrapped in a black robe, was trembling because the voice of the Dark Lord was resounded in his mind.

"Trash, couldn't even kill a simple beast in one spell." Voldemort felt enraged, the Avada, struck the unicorn point-blank, but it didn't kill the target immediately.

Quirrell felt wronged. This result was obviously because Voldemort had absorbed too much of his life force these past few days, which had led to his magic potency being weakened by a lot...

But against the Dark Lord who was in control of his life, Quirrell didn't dare complain, so he poured his anger onto Hagrid who was in front of him.

'If it hadn't been for this reckless idiot, as he suddenly popped out of nowhere when I was hunting the unicorn, I would have succeeded, and wouldn't have lost so much time.'

So Quirrell ignored the unicorn who was about to die. Instead, he slowly walked toward Hagrid, admiring the powerlessness and despair in Hagrid's eyes.

Quirrell waved his wand and was about to end Hagrid's life with another Avada Kedavra but as he raised his wand to cast the spell, he saw Hagrid's eyes suddenly burst with hope... he tried to guess what Hagrid was saying by trying to read his lips...

'Dragon...?'

"Don't try to deceive me with your little tricks." Quirrell disdainfully said, ignoring such an obvious distraction tactic.

Besides, why would a dragon suddenly appear in Hogwarts?

"You idiot, look towards the sky!" Voldemort's voice roared in Quirrell's mind.

Even though because of the cloak Voldemort's perception ability was greatly reduced, he could still detect an attack coming that could endanger his life.

The moment Voldemort spoke, a clear dragon roar rang in Quirrell's ears. By the time Quirrell turned around, it was too late, and hot flames were closing in on him.

Voldemort violently seized control of Quirrell's body, a disgusting and weird snake-shaped face overlapped Quirrell's face. Voldemort only had a moment to reach out and wave his wand, before he was swallowed by the flames...

Amidst the dragon's breath, a purple magic barrier suddenly lit up, barely isolating the flames, the scorching heat and billowing air made Voldemort afraid to relax even for a little bit, not to mention his hastily released magic barrier was gradually showing signs of collapse.

Fortunately, the dragon's breath lasted only for three seconds, before it was over. Just as Voldemort was feeling relieved, a huge dragon's head suddenly appeared diving towards him, it instantly broke through his barrier, and his and Quirrell's weird body was destroyed as he flew out, a shade once again...