Chapter 87: Beating Up Voldemort!
"Fool, turn around this instant!"
Voldemort, possessing Quirrell's body, forced Quirrell to turn around with a hoarse voice.
Then, he extended a withered, skeletal hand and removed the turban from his head.
From afar, Dylan felt that the turban must be incredibly foul-smelling.
It was a good thing Voldemort didn't have a nose.
Otherwise, wouldn't he be suffocated to death?
When the turban was removed, revealing a bald back of the head, an ugly human face was growing there.
"Freguis!"
With a sudden swing of his arm, the counter-spell magic of Fiendfyre gathered from all directions, centered on him, and blocked his front.
The Fiendfyre roared and pounced, but it was like hitting an invisible wall of ice. At the moment of contact, the flames rapidly dissipated at a visible speed.
"Hmph, is that all you've got!"
The frantically burning flames dimmed until only a dragon's tail remained.
However, just when Voldemort thought he had easily neutralized the Fiendfyre, the dragon's tail suddenly twisted and changed.
Although the flames seemed to be fiercely blown by a gust of wind and were constantly swaying and shrinking, they were not completely extinguished!
"Roar!"
The Fiendfyre dragon struggled tenaciously, its roar deafening. The remaining flames were still scorching hot, finally transforming into a small dragon that charged straight towards Voldemort.
"What? How can anyone master Fiendfyre of this level?!"
Upon seeing this, a hint of shock appeared in Voldemort's narrow, snake-like eyes.
He didn't have time to think and could only clumsily control Quirrell's body, suddenly lunging far away.
Quirrell also felt the heat coming from behind him and instinctively wanted to control his body to dodge.
However, Voldemort was also forcibly controlling his body, which caused his movements to be extremely uncoordinated under the control of two minds.
One moment he staggered to the left, the next he frantically lurched to the right.
"You idiot!"
Voldemort's nose itched with anger, feeling like a nose was about to grow.
He abruptly flicked his wand, quickly apparating several meters away.
"Boom!"
The Fiendfyre dragon, now several times smaller, crashed to the ground, the flames spreading but then charging towards Voldemort again.
"Freguis!"
Voldemort waved his wand again.
The Fiendfyre counter-spell shot out, finally completely extinguishing the last bit of Fiendfyre.
"Tsk tsk, little Voldemort, is that all you've got!"
Dylan, hiding under his invisibility cloak, watched Voldemort's disheveled appearance, his chest shaking with laughter.
If Quirrell had used other magic to fight him head-on, he might not have been able to win, but... to compare dark magic?
Even the current Voldemort was no match for him!
"Master, I've already located him. Leave the rest to me!"
Quirrell raised his voice.
Voldemort cursed angrily, "Then hurry up and act! You idiot!"
Quirrell quickly rewrapped the turban.
Watching the conversation between the master and servant, Dylan chuckled menacingly.
"Is Voldemort really the Dark Lord? His cursing isn't even as good as Professor Snape's! An idiot from beginning to end, huh?"
He gently raised his wand and cast a voice-changing charm on himself.
"So you're Voldemort? Little Voldy, looks like you're nothing special!"
Quirrell had just tied his turban when he heard Dylan's rough voice and was startled, but he quickly realized that the other person was just imitating Voldemort's voice.
"You're bold! Knowing who my master is, you still dare to imitate his voice?"
"Hehehehe~"
Dylan laughed loudly. "You two, master and servant, are unbelievably stupid. Your brain capacity is probably less than the amount of earwax you have, right?"
"In my opinion, even a donkey would be enough to teach you and your master!"
"What did you say? You dare to insult my master? Who exactly are you! A cowardly rat hiding its head and showing its tail! You don't even dare to show your face, how dare you say such things!!"
Dylan snorted coldly. "Your master's face is so ugly it looks like expired canned herring, or like he didn't sit properly on a flying broom and fell on the wall, his face had a traffic accident. He deserves me to show my face?"
Quirrell almost broke his own teeth from grinding them.
How could this person curse so vulgarly?
Which Death Eater betrayed them?
How could they dare to speak so presumptuously after seeing his master?!
"You must die here! I can't let you ruin my master's great plan!"
Quirrell's eyes were bloodshot, his wand swung violently, and he roared.
"Avada Kedavra!"
An extremely evil aura erupted, cold and sticky, and with a flash of dazzling green light, it shot from the tip of his wand, straight towards Dylan.
"Hmm, scattered spell power, chaotic fluctuations. With your level, you dare to embarrass yourself?"
Facing the menacing Killing Curse like an evil snake, Dylan stood in place, without any intention of dodging.
He gently raised his wand, his movements smooth and decisive.
"Avada Kedavra."
A green light also shot from the tip of his wand, even more dazzling and evil, rushing towards Quirrell's Killing Curse.
The two green lights collided violently in mid-air. In an instant, a violent surge of energy erupted in the air, accompanied by a piercing shriek. Green light scattered everywhere, and the surrounding space twisted and deformed.
"Boom!"
The two Killing Curses dissipated with a bang, but the green light from Dylan still had some residual power, rushing towards Quirrell. Quirrell's eyes widened, and he quickly dodged.
"What kind of dark wizard are you?!"
Quirrell gritted his teeth, glancing at the unicorn beside him that hadn't died yet, its blood, filled with malice and curses, flowing all over the ground.
Damn it! Damn it!
This hateful dark wizard didn't kneel on the ground and kowtow to them after seeing his master!
Instead, he wanted to kill them?!
Did he want to become the new Dark Lord!!!
Weighing the pros and cons, he suddenly gritted his teeth.
"You ignorant fool, when my master is fully resurrected, he will definitely make you pay!"
As Quirrell's voice fell, Dylan raised an eyebrow.
The other party seemed to be about to run.
"That won't do. My Cruciatus Curse intensive training task isn't finished yet."
Quirrell seemed to be preparing a spell to leave.
In the next moment, his body gradually dissipated, about to turn into a thick black smoke.
Dylan extended the wand from his invisibility cloak slightly forward.
"Crucio × 10!"
"Crucio × 10!"
"Crucio × 10!"
"Crucio × 10!"
"Crucio × 10!"
Dylan didn't have time to cast the dark curses one by one, so he cast fifty in a row.
In an instant, streams of eerie green Cruciatus Curses shot out from the tip of Dylan's wand, swiftly pouncing towards the black smoke.
The spells drew strange trajectories in the air, leaving long trails of light, hitting one after another.
"Ah—!!!"
Quirrell's scream instantly pierced the silence, sharp and shrill.
Even though he had turned into black smoke, the pain did not lessen in the slightest.
At the same time, Dylan even heard another voice.
"You're even dumber than a donkey! Ah! Go quickly!"
The black smoke paused in pain but did not stop. Instead, it accelerated and completely disappeared into the depths of the Forbidden Forest in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, in the Forbidden Forest, dusk was heavy, branches and leaves intertwined, casting mottled black shadows.
After Dylan cast fifty Cruciatus Curses, his mental power also suffered a strong impact.
Although he could now avoid the negative emotional effects brought by dark magic, he could not avoid the mental drain caused by using powerful spells.
Dylan only felt a sharp pain in his head, as if countless steel needles were simultaneously piercing it. His body swayed, and he almost lost his balance.
He raised his hand to support himself on a nearby tree trunk, closed his eyes tightly, his brow furrowed. It took him a long while to slowly open his eyes.
"Looks like I can't always study Divination lately. Every divination drains a lot of my mental power. Now, just casting fifty consecutive Cruciatus Curses, plus Fiendfyre and the Killing Curse, gives me such a headache."
Dylan rested for a moment, his gaze sweeping around, finally locking onto the unicorn lying on the ground.
He slowly approached the unicorn, his footsteps light.
At this time, he still carried the vile aura of the dark magic he had just cast.
Although he wouldn't be affected, the gloom surrounding him could be clearly sensed by other creatures.
Of course, this wasn't just an aura emanating from him.
But the power of dark magic lingering in this area had become entangled with him.
After all, besides not being mentally affected by dark magic, others also couldn't directly observe the dark magic power on him.
However, the unicorn lay on the ground, watching this wand suspended in mid-air and the terrifying figure that had harmed it exchanging dark magic spells back and forth.
In the end, although this wand drove away the bad guy, this seemingly even more terrifying guy now seemed to have taken a fancy to it...
A trace of moisture and despair flashed in the unicorn's eyes.
Its body trembled slightly, trying to move to the side, but its weak body made even simple movements difficult. Its nostrils flared rapidly, emitting weak and panicked whinnies.
Dylan blinked, and the exposed wand gently rotated.
The unicorn became even more frightened.
However, the next moment, a soft blue light flowed from the tip of the wand.
The unicorn felt this light fall on its injured neck. It had already been waiting to die, but it found that its wound was actually healing at a visible speed.
The blood that had been constantly flowing gradually stopped.
The unicorn felt the pain lessen, its gaze clearly stunned, and the fear in its eyes slowly faded as its injury improved.
This extremely evil and terrifying dark wizard didn't plan to kill it?
"Whinny?"
A hint of doubt and gratitude flashed in the unicorn's eyes, but it no longer struggled. Instead, it lay quietly on the ground, allowing this wand suspended in mid-air to completely heal it.
Dylan crouched down and extended a hand from his invisibility cloak, gently stroking the unicorn's mane, casually pulling some off.
"Poor child."
This time, Dylan didn't continue to use Voldemort's voice but returned to his own.
Dylan wasn't afraid of anyone using tracing magic to see what had just happened.
Because he could use magic to shield his figure, and no one could detect the traces of the magic he used.
This allowed him to completely turn himself into an invisible person in the eyes of others!
The unicorn felt the slight tugging sensation on its back, stunned. Did it feel like its hair was being pulled out?
Its gaze went to the palm in mid-air.
There was nothing in that hand.
Maybe it was its imagination...
"Child, I have a request."
Child?
The unicorn, although quite weak due to Dylan's healing and the blood loss, was no longer in mortal danger.
It slightly raised its neck and looked at the tender palm.
Then it heard the voice coming from this human...
Who exactly was the child?
"Whinny!"
Dylan felt that the unicorn no longer seemed overly wary of him and stroked its mane again.
"I didn't expect to meet you here. I happen to need some of your horn and blood. It's very important to me, but I don't want blood filled with malice and curses. I wonder if you would be willing to give me some?"
The unicorn's big eyes narrowed slightly.
Finally, it nodded.
Getting the consent, Dylan raised an eyebrow.
"Then I'll do it? Don't worry, I'll only take a tiny bit of horn. As for blood... next time I come to the Forbidden Forest, if I have the chance to meet you again, you can give it to me then."
Dylan looked at the unicorn, which had already lost too much blood. Although this magical creature had a strong ability to regenerate blood.
But he thought about it and decided not to bleed it directly now.
On the contrary, by offering not to take its blood this time, perhaps the unicorn's goodwill towards him would increase further.
Next time it agreed to let him take some, once there's a first time, there's a second, and then a third. Maybe the unicorn would become his exclusive blood bank.
The unicorn was stunned.
It didn't seem to expect that this human would just lightly brush over the topic of its blood, instead asking it to recover first and come back next time if there was a chance?
Wasn't this human afraid that it wouldn't show up next time and just run away?
The unicorn looked at the pair of tender, child-like hands, a bit more curiosity and goodwill in its eyes.
"Whinny~"
The unicorn raised its chin, then lowered it, pointing the horn on its head towards Dylan.
Dylan understood what the unicorn meant, that he could proceed.
He smiled slightly and suddenly took out a file.
Then he took out a bottle and slowly began to file the horn on the unicorn's head.
"I can just take some horn shavings, it won't hurt you fundamentally. Besides, I can also help you beautify your horn. I'm very skilled at beautifying things."
Dylan filed left and right.
Soon, his bottle was half full.
The unicorn's horn also seemed to have shrunk by a whole circle.
Dylan didn't show the bottle to the unicorn but kept it behind its head.
After doing all this, Dylan directly put the bottle away again, and the file was also thrown into the system panel.
He patted the unicorn's head. "Alright~"
Lowering his head to look at the large patches of unicorn blood on the grass, filled with malice and curses, which hadn't yet congealed, Dylan paused.
"Little unicorn, since this malicious blood has already flowed out, why don't you let me take some too? Don't worry, I won't drink it."
"Whin...whinny?"
The unicorn widened its eyes, as if asking, "You want to take this too?"
(End of this chapter)
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