Chapter 44 Temporary Addition Points
Under the moonlight, the silver-blue blood from the huge wound in the abdomen of the Pegasus unicorn had stopped flowing.
Those azure eyes were about to lose the light of life.
Wright stroked its mane, giving it the final comfort, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I'm late! I wish I had followed it more closely at that time! I'm really sorry!"
Wright continued to comfort the unicorn, and after a while, its eyes completely lost their light.
"Complete the mileage 'Holy Death', mileage point increased by 1."
After receiving the information from the stone tablet, Wright stood up gently and heard heavy footsteps coming to his ears.
With a wave of the wand in his hand, he used the "cleanse" to eliminate the scent left on the unicorn, and used the illusion technique to cover Light as he walked into the darkness.
"Do not!!"
"Woof woof..."
Light, who was hiding in the dark, turned and ran towards the castle after making sure that Hagrid and Fang had arrived.
After quietly running back to the dormitory, Wright, who had experienced many changes, lay on the bed for the first time in a long time and began to sum up the gains and losses of the battle.
"I still lack a decisive killing move. The fierce fire is still too fierce and there is no way to control it."
"It seems that I need to get the Shadowless Divine Sword, and I probably know Quirrell's level, which is about the same as mine now. It may be because I just absorbed the unicorn's blood and haven't digested it yet!"
"Even if he fully recovers, it will probably only be 8 or 9. So start adding more."
"Save the remaining points for a while, just in case he has any tricks up his sleeve."
Wright mobilized his mind and retrieved the information directly from the stone tablet. With a slight movement of his mind, the black magic column changed from 7 points to 9 points.
Wright Ruggs (Zhou Yang)
Mileage points: 9 (21)
Magic power: 2 (normal adult wizard value is 5)
Magic: White Magic: 3 Transfiguration: 2
Black magic: 9
Skills: Potions: 5 Magizoology: 1
Milestone: Defeat the Dark Lord (…)
Light looked at his own three-dimensional body and couldn't help but smile. In just one year, he had grown to the point where he could launch a sneak attack on the Dark Lord. That was pretty good.
Thinking of this, Wright couldn't help but sigh! He turned over and lay on his side on the bed.
"The plot has changed a bit. The unicorn wasn't supposed to die. It was just injured."
"There is still some time before the end of the semester. The unicorn blood that Quirrell has absorbed may be enough, but he will definitely not be satisfied. He will definitely take action again."
"Now that a unicorn has died, the Forbidden Forest will definitely be under martial law to search for the murderer. I used magic to clear my traces along the way, so I'm not worried."
"Tomorrow, borrow Harry's owl Hedwig to help me with the work. I'll see if there's any big commotion in the Forbidden Forest. But I have to be nearby, or I'll be too late like today."
After making a plan, Wright began to sleep peacefully.
The moonlight shone into Quirrell's office through the window. Quirrell was kneeling on the ground, shaking constantly, even his kneeling posture was deformed.
"Idiot, you were forced to this extent. If I hadn't taken over your body at the critical moment, you would have died." A cold and vicious voice echoed in the dark office.
"Master, I was wrong. I didn't expect someone to follow me! I was too careless! Please forgive me, Master." Qi Luo, whose face was as pale as a dead man, crawled on the ground, his body twitching constantly, and he suffered extremely severe pain.
"It's not enough, I want more! I need to recover enough strength to pass the levels set by those professors." The outline of the facial features appeared on the face behind Quirrell's head, and it was no longer shrouded in black mist.
"My master's orders are everything to me. Please give me some more time." Qi Luo humbly asked for forgiveness, his body shaking constantly.
Voldemort stopped torturing Quirrell and began to speak in a gentle tone.
"Quirrel! You don't understand. This is your test. All these sufferings are your experience. And I will help you. Yes, when you complete the trial, I will promise you everything you expect." Voldemort continued to bewitch Quirrell, like an unscrupulous boss and a new employee of the CPU.
"Master, I am willing to give everything for you!" Quirrell, crawling on the ground, trembling and growling like a fanatic.
Hearing Quirrell's answer and feeling his pious attitude, Voldemort was very satisfied with his CPU capabilities and slowly closed his eyes.
Quirrell also fell asleep on the ground due to the severe pain!
"I don't know what's going on with today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class! Quirrell didn't come!" Hermione said with a pout.
"Who cares! It's best if he doesn't come. I'll have less homework then!" Ron was copying homework frantically, his quill was almost smoking.
"That's right, and I don't have to smell that weird smell!" Harry also finished his homework at a speed not inferior to Ron.
"It's okay! It's almost the end of the semester and he will be gone soon!" Wright slowly said the scary words while flipping through the book.
"What do you mean?" Harry and Ron paused with their pens, and Hermione also stopped turning the pages of the book and looked at Wright.
"It is said that a mysterious person has cursed the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. No one can teach the class for more than a year. In serious cases, it can be life-threatening."
"So terrible!" Harry stopped writing and swallowed involuntarily.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other after stopping writing. Hermione thought of how Wright had been fooling Hagrid before, and asked doubtfully, "You made this up, too!"
"Of course not, do I look like a liar?" Wright said righteously, raising his right thumb.
"Amazing!!"
Harry and Ron praised her very enthusiastically, and Hermione rolled her eyes almost to the sky.
"Alright! Alright! Hurry up and do your homework! The exam is coming up soon and you still have to review!" Hermione interrupted the three of them and kept urging them.
"We are trying our best! But the professors assign too much homework, which is completely different from the previous level!" Ron kept writing and talking.
"That won't do! We have to pass the exam to be promoted to the second grade. I should have urged you to start studying earlier!" Hermione clenched her fists with a little regret.
When Harry and Ron heard Hermione's words, their hands shaking as they copied homework.
"It's okay, Harry and Ron usually attend classes well. Just relax, you will be able to pass it!" Wright usually comforted the two who were hit hard.
Harry and Ron had to work hard to complete their heavy homework under Hermione's supervision.
"Finally finished! Help!" Ron threw his pen away and lay on the table, feeling as if his whole body was hollowed out.
Harry leaned back in his chair with a weak look on his face! He raised his right hand, "My hand is going to be useless!"
"Stop pretending, it's time to go to dinner!" Wright looked speechlessly at the two people who were pretending to be dead.
"Okay, okay! Let's go!" Ron happily carried Harry to eat with Wright.
