Facing Hagrid, the Keeper of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore's most trusted man.
The person opposite didn't say much.
A terrifying green light shot towards Hagrid.
He wanted to directly kill Dumbledore's confidant.
This light, a green light like the kiss of Death, made Hagrid feel despair.
Hagrid knew what spell it was, and also knew that whoever was hit would surely die.
During the time when the Dark Lord was rampant, countless wizards had fallen under this spell, living in fear of the green light.
Harry's parents were like this, and it seemed he would be too.
He wanted to dodge, but couldn't move faster than the speed of the Killing Curse.
But a pure white figure, like lightning, instantly blocked in front of him, stopping the fatal Killing Curse.
"No!"
Hagrid's veins bulged, his eyes widened, and he roared in anger.
He hadn't expected that in a moment of crisis, this Unicorn would save him without regard for its own life.
The Unicorn was his friend in the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid also liked these sacred creatures living in the Forbidden Forest.
Their relationship was very good; Hagrid often groomed the Unicorns' manes and even collected their shed hair to weave a rug.
Hagrid, with tears in his eyes, quickly went to check on the Unicorn's injuries.
Even as a top magical creature, after directly taking a Killing Curse, its life had come to an end.
Lord Voldemort, controlling Quirrell's body, slowly approached Hagrid.
If it weren't for Hagrid, this reckless fellow, he could have drunk more Unicorn blood and recovered more power.
He walked towards Hagrid step by step, quietly enjoying the helplessness and despair in Hagrid's eyes.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Seeing his master threatened, Fang bared his teeth and stood firmly in front of Hagrid, trembling and barking at the opponent.
"Your pet? He seems to care about you, doesn't he? I just wonder if he'll still be loyal when facing death."
Lord Voldemort raised his wand again, and another green light struck, hitting the ground in front of Fang's left foot.
Fang, who had finally been brave once, saw the incoming green light hit the ground and immediately tucked his tail between his legs and fled in panic.
After watching Fang flee in panic, Lord Voldemort said to Hagrid mockingly, "It seems your pet isn't loyal, but he's smarter than you; at least he knows to abandon his master and flee when danger comes, while you just stand there foolishly. How boring."
Lord Voldemort had no intention of killing Fang; killing a dog wouldn't satisfy him.
Seeing the approaching Dark Wizard in black robes, Hagrid immediately threw the magic lamp in his hand, along with the iron cage, with force.
As a half-giant, Hagrid's strength naturally far exceeded that of ordinary people.
However, using such methods against a powerful wizard who was on guard was undoubtedly meaningless.
"Bombarda!"
Lord Voldemort lightly waved his wand again, turning the magic lamp and iron cage Hagrid had thrown into a pile of dust.
But Hagrid's goal was achieved.
Just as the magic lamp, iron cage, and a few rats exploded in the air, Hagrid didn't immediately load an arrow into his crossbow; instead, he chose to flee.
He knew that this Dark Wizard hidden in black robes was not someone he could deal with.
"Yes, that's right, run. Only dying in fear is the most beautiful sight."
"The rest is up to you, Quirrell. Don't disappoint me."
Looking at the fleeing Hagrid, Lord Voldemort handed over control of the body to Quirrell, while he himself went to digest the results of drinking the Unicorn's blood.
Lord Voldemort believed that as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class professor, Quirrell should easily be able to chase and kill a half-blood giant who couldn't cast spells, so he confidently handed control of the body to Quirrell.
"Yes, my Lord."
After accepting the order, Quirrell waved his wand and cast a Killing Curse at the fleeing Hagrid.
But this time, the Killing Curse was quite off, missing Hagrid entirely and allowing him to widen the distance.
"Useless! It seems I had too high expectations for you."
Lord Voldemort cursed in a low voice in Quirrell's mind.
Quirrell felt a bit wronged; if it weren't for Lord Voldemort absorbing so much of his life force these past few days, his hand wouldn't tremble so much, causing the Killing Curse to be so crooked.
To properly cast Avada Kedavra, one not only needs to feel intense killing intent towards the target but also needs to wave the wand from top to bottom, drawing a lightning bolt.
This posture greatly tests the caster's proficiency and precision.
It was normal for Quirrell to miss the moving Hagrid.
Facing the Dark Lord who could control his life and death at any moment, Quirrell dared not complain and could only vent all his anger on Hagrid.
"Bombarda!"
A white light surged from Quirrell's wand, striking the fleeing Hagrid.
Hagrid felt a sharp pain in his back, and his fleeing footsteps faltered.
Hagrid endured the intense pain; he knew his back must be a bloody mess now, and if it weren't for his half-giant bloodline giving him strong magical resistance, this one blow would have been enough to blast an adult wizard to smithereens.
"Idiot! Can't you use Dark Arts! Ordinary spells can't have a fatal effect on creatures like half-giants!"
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't stop absorbing the Unicorn's blood, Lord Voldemort would have wanted to come out and take over for Quirrell.
Quirrell, following the Dark Lord's command, prepared to cast the Crucio on Hagrid.
The Crucio was not a spell that just anyone could cast; it not only required extremely high magical attainment and magical energy but also required the caster to have an intense desire to inflict pain on the other party and take pleasure in it for it to be effective.
"Idiot! If you keep brewing up boring emotions, that fellow will have run far away already!"
Quirrell looked closely and found that, just as the Dark Lord said, Hagrid had already run a long distance.
Hagrid, with his two-meter height and familiarity with the Forbidden Forest's environment, only needed a few seconds to run a long distance.
Quirrell immediately chased after him, continuously using "Bombarda" to force Hagrid to stop.
After a while, a massive figure over two meters tall struggled out of the trees.
His already tattered clothes were now even more worn out.
His back was exposed to the air, blood slowly flowing from the bloody wound, staining his clothes with large patches of red.
Normally, the strong smell of blood would have attracted the wanderers of the Forbidden Forest, but at this moment, the Forbidden Forest was incredibly quiet.
Apart from the sounds Hagrid himself made, only the chirping of birds and insects could be heard.
The sky had completely darkened.
The Forbidden Forest was pitch black now, but fortunately, Hagrid's half-giant bloodline gave him night vision, preventing him from getting lost in the dark Forbidden Forest.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
Hagrid leaned against a tree, panting heavily, one hand tightly gripping a wooden stick he had pulled off as a weapon while fleeing, the other hand holding his crossbow, his eyes fixed on the front.
Ahead was the Centaur tribe.
Hagrid believed that even the Dark Wizard who had been tailing him would not dare to directly confront the entire Centaur tribe.
A rustling sound came from behind.
Hagrid had lost too much blood and couldn't run anymore.
He vigilantly looked back, saw the figure emerge from behind the bushes, and threw the wooden stick again.
"Diffindo!"
This attack was still in vain.
As the wooden stick broke in mid-air, Hagrid also shot his last arrow.
"Protego!"
An invisible wall blocked the flying arrow, and also blocked Hagrid's last hope.
"The boring chase is over, you filthy half-blood."
The Dark Wizard approached little by little again.
Quirrell knew his physical condition; he had already dedicated most of his life force to the great Dark Lord, and now his body, without the enhancement of magic, simply could not sustain long periods of running.
So he prepared to use the Crucio to thoroughly torment this half-blood giant who had made him run through half of the Forbidden Forest.
He would offer his wails to the great Dark Lord, hoping to appease his dissatisfaction and try to change the Dark Lord's opinion of him.
