Hogwarts: My plants are 100 million points evil

Chapter 212: Place of Death

How long has it been since you felt the feeling of danger?

Voldemort thought with a ferocious expression.

It seems that the last time was when he faced Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard in the world now. It is understandable that he feels danger, but what is here? There are just a bunch of unicorns waiting to be slaughtered and a broken wall.

No···wrong···

After calming down, Voldemort felt what Quirrell had felt before, as if the surrounding flowers, plants and trees had grown eyes and turned their gaze on him.

The dense gaze made Voldemort feel like he was being hunted

”Are you kidding me? Hunt me? I am the Dark Lord, the greatest dark wizard!”

Voldemort gritted his teeth and raised his wand to summon a ball of fierce fire.

The fierce fire roared and swallowed up the wall covered with spikes. These solid things could not stop the raging fire.

Soon, a gap was forcibly burned in the wall., in order to prevent the unicorns from being swallowed up by the fierce fire, Voldemort specially withdrew the fierce fire and looked at the panicked unicorns with a ferocious smile.

”Wait until I drink the unicorn’s blood and then burn this forest down!”

Voldemort said sinisterly

”No matter you are a human or a monster, if you dare to target me, Voldemort, you must die.”

Maintaining a spider-like posture, he stepped into area 513 of the Botanical Garden. The green light flashed on the wand in the other raised hand, which was obviously another gnawing witch. As a professional gnawing witch, in Voldemort’s eyes Here, there is no magic that is more useful than chewing the great witch.

”Avada······”

Voldemort spoke boldly, green light filling his head.

At this moment, a strange sound, like a whale’s blowing sound, sounded.

Before Voldemort could react, he felt his raised hand empty, and the warm liquid splashed on the back of his head, which was Quirrell’s face.

”Ahhhhh······！”

Quirrell screamed in horror. He was forced to look up at the sky and saw only a shadow flying past. His palm exploded into a ball of minced meat, and severe pain was transmitted to his brain.

What happened?

Voldemort’s mind went blank. He was attacked without feeling anything. This was impossible. However, the attack that followed would not end because of Voldemort’s pause.

Shadows came one after another, and before Voldemort had time to dodge, he found three spikes passing through Quirrell’s body. The blood exploded, the bones turned outward, and the huge impact blew the Quirrell and Voldemort chimera away. How could such an attack be possible? What on earth is this?

Voldemort twisted Quirrell’s body in mid-air, keeping his limbs facing the ground, and landed lightly on the grass. Then he didn’t dare to stay any longer, and jumped up again, covering himself with a layer of Iron Armor Curse.

Although his body suffered severe injuries, this body was not Voldemort’s. He could not feel the slightest pain. Even if his bones were broken and his flesh and blood were torn to pieces, his mind was still clear, and he could even control his incomplete limbs to cast spells without a wand.

But Quirrell was not so lucky. All the pain came at him, one after another like a tide, almost destroying Quirrell’s sanity.

”No······No! I don’t want to die! Quirrell yelled crazily, trying to get rid of Voldemort’s control.

”Stop it, you damn slave!”

Voldem

ort roared.

His condition was not good. If Quirrell did not cooperate with him, he would not be able to control Quirrell’s body smoothly.

Quirrell, who had not yet lost his mind, heard Voldemort’s words and subconsciously slowed down his struggle. However, it was only for this short time. In just a few seconds, Voldemort had a chance to dodge the next attack, and three more phantom shots were instantly shot in front of Voldemort.

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had arranged the Iron Armor Curse in advance, otherwise he would have been killed by Quirrell. This waste was killed.

The three glowing green spikes hit the iron armor curse that Voldemort had set in advance. Before Voldemort could completely relax, he heard a sound like tearing cloth, and the three spikes penetrated almost without any hindrance. The shield of the Iron Armor Curse penetrated!

This was the Iron Armor Curse cast by Voldemort himself!

Voldemort panicked, the shield was broken, and his originally smooth dodge was interrupted by Quirrell. Seeing those who were only blocked for a moment The poisonous sting was about to hit his face.

At the critical moment, Voldemort twisted his body with difficulty, allowing the arm in the damaged eye to catch up. The sharp thorn penetrated the flesh but made a weak explosion sound, and the powerful kinetic energy shook Quirrell’s body. His two arms flew away, and then they pierced Quirrell’s chest and passed through his chest!

The shield couldn’t block the attack of this spike!

Quirrell’s body was shot away again as if it was broken., and blood spurted out like a watering can. What kind of attack was this, and why couldn’t his shield block it?

Voldemort ignored Quirrell’s wailing and forcibly raised his head, looked into the distance, and found a huge poisonous plant. The tentacles swayed the branches leisurely.

Between the branches, Voldemort saw hollow tubes made of plants, with green spikes on them. Poisonous tentacles? They are actually poisonous tentacles? Why are the poisonous tentacles here and The outside world is completely different? What is this place? Why doesn’t the poisonous tentacle attack the unicorn?

In addition to the huge poisonous tentacle, Voldemort also saw rows of bitter thorns like warriors, and biting cabbage with claws and teeth.

This place is like an abyss covered with spikes, a terrifying place of death that can tear any creature that steps here into pieces!

Flying in mid-air, time seems to have frozen, only Voldemort’s brain is spinning rapidly.

He I seem to have realized something, the clues pointing to this place of death, the strange sights in the forest, and the unicorns that were not attacked.······

Someone is plotting against him! This is basically a trap for him! Who could it be? Who would do this? Could it be Dumbledore?

Quirrell’s body hit the ground, and the impact woke up Voldemort, waking up his mind that was troubled by problems. Now is not the time to dwell on these issues!

The most important thing now is to escape!

Quirrell can’t die now, he must! must! We must get the magic stone before this Quirrell is completely dead! At this moment, Voldemort heard a strange sound, as if something was jumping towards him. Voldemort raised his head and saw the biting cabbage full of sharp teeth hopping closer.

Just like poking a hornet’s nest, Voldemort, who touched this place of death, attracted the pursuit!.