Chapter 48：

Of course, unicorns have very high requirements for humans. The first point is appearance, and of course there are various other requirements. Those who meet the requirements have the opportunity to touch and even ride the unicorn.

Of course, with the spirituality of unicorns, they and the rider are not an ordinary master-slave relationship, but friends, partners, and even...

Stop it, that's it.

But from this point of view, this unicorn is a girl. Did she fall in love with me?

So Ye Ting went a step further and walked slowly to the unicorn, tentatively stretched out his hand and stroked her fur.

But the unicorn did not respond.

No, it's not that there is no response, but obviously like this kind of touch.

The unicorn's fur was a bit cold, but it was very delicate and soft, which made Ye Ting think of a girl's skin—yes, he felt that way when he pinched Hermione's face.

Really, petting a unicorn is like petting a cute animal and a pure and beautiful girl at the same time.

Well, it's really a depraved touch.

Fei Ju yelled a few times in dissatisfaction.

It seemed that he was jealous, so Ye Ting had to touch her head to show his fairness.

However, after confirming that the unicorn completely accepted herself, Ye Ting handled her wound expertly, then took out the healing potion and applied it to the wound, and then wrapped it up with a bandage.

The process was a little painful, the unicorn looked at Ye Ting aggrievedly, his eyes even filled with tears.

But in the end she endured it and celebrated.

"Really a strong child." Ye Ting patted her head with satisfaction, just about to say something.

Suddenly, Fei Ju stood up alertly and stared at a bush not far away.

Ye Ting followed her gaze, but there was nothing but pitch black.

Then, the unicorn also looked in that direction, and seemed to have discovered something, and seemed to want to stand up.

Considering her wound, Ye Ting pressed her to the ground, but when she touched her skin, Ye Ting found that the unicorn was trembling.

It must be the chief culprit who caused her injury, which scared her.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you." Ye Ting comforted her ears, which made the unicorn less nervous.

So he stood up, took out his wand, pointed it in that direction, ready to go.

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Suddenly, the bushes in front of me heard a "rustle" sound.

Ye Ting's nerves tightened immediately.

You know, what he is going to face is Voldemort, who is called "the most powerful dark wizard ever."

Although the current Voldemort can only be parasitic on the back of Professor Quirrell's head, no one knows what powerful methods he has.

Soon, the bush shuddered... Then, from the shadows, a hooded figure flashed out. It was rickety and staggered, as if it was about to fall.

"Mr. Ye," the Hooded man said, his voice was rather deep and hoarse, but he could still hear Professor Quirrell's voice.

"Ting Ye, why did you appear in the Forbidden Forest at this time?" Professor Quirrell asked Ye Ting in a cold tone that he had never had before, speaking and approaching him.

"Stand still, Professor Quirrell," Ye Ting pointed at him with his magic wand and shouted loudly, "Or I will use magic to make you stand in place."

Upon hearing this, Professor Quirrell stopped.

"You actually pointed your magic wand at a professor," he sneered and threatened Ye Ting: "You appeared in the forbidden forest in the middle of the night and pointed your magic wand at the professor. If you don't repent, Ravenclaw will You have been deducted points, and you have to be detained."

Seeing Voldemort in front of him pretending to be Professor Quirrell to trick him, Ye Ting felt that his IQ had been insulted.

"Are you kidding me?" He sneered indifferently: "Or, the dignified Dark Lord has fallen to the point that he has to rely on liars to continue his life?"

When Professor Quirrell heard this, he was obviously shocked, and then he shuddered with anger.

"Do you recognize me?" His voice suddenly became sharp, as if it was not a human voice: "Ravenclaw's genius, dirty mudblood, how did you recognize me?"

"I have noticed that Professor Quirrell is wrong for a long time," Ye Ting explained in an indifferent voice: "The smell of garlic covered in garlic is obviously to cover up your smell, and the trick of the giant monster on Halloween eve can't be fooled. I, in the Quidditch arena, you still want to kill Harry, coupled with the desire for the Philosopher’s Stone, and the desire for the blood of the unicorn, no one can meet the above conditions except you, the half-dead Dark Lord, right? ."

Of course, this is all made up by him, in order to bluff Voldemort and delay time for the unicorn. The healing potion does not take effect so quickly, and if a wounded unicorn is present, he There is no way to let go.

"Huh, is it?" After listening to Ye Ting's analysis, Voldemort snorted coldly, but he was secretly frightened and sighed at the wisdom of the first-grade wizard in front of him, so he threatened: "It really is Ravenclaw. A genius, it’s a pity that you shouldn’t be here, it will cost you your life.”

"Throw your life?" Ye Ting asked back: "I think it's you who is going to lose your life. You actually killed the unicorn in the forbidden forest! Are you not afraid of cursing? No, of course you are not afraid, because you will Dead, you have to rely on the curse in the blood of the unicorn to stay alive, right."

"Now that you know it," he whispered: "Then get out of the way. My goal is only the unicorn behind you. If you leave now, I can spare your life, and I can even After returning, I specifically allow you, a lowly Muggle, to be my subordinate, and I can see that you have much more power than your peers..."

Hearing what he said, Ye Ting laughed loudly, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke.

"Leave here? Join your hand? It's up to you? Your half-dead bereavement dog can't even protect itself, and has the face to threaten me here? Don't you also have half the descent of a lowly Muggle?"

Facing Ye Ting's irony, Voldemort could no longer bear it. He waved his wand, and a green light flew towards Ye Ting.

Originally, Ye Ting only needed to hide gently, and this green light could not hit him, but in order to protect the unicorn behind him, Ye Ting had to accept this magic.

He used the "Weaver" to cast a transformation technique on the dead wood beside him, and the dead wood immediately rose from the ground and turned into a thick concrete wall.

The green light hit the concrete wall, blasting a big hole in it, but it was still blocked.

"It's too weak," Ye Ting sighed, and sighed in an aria-like tone: "The dignified Dark Lord, now is so weak that even a first-year little wizard can't handle it."

Voldemort was almost mad at what he said, and he began to bombard Ye Ting wildly regardless of his magical powers.

Ye Ting responded calmly, blocking Voldemort's attacks one by one with Transfiguration or Counter-Curse.

Finally, Voldemort stopped his frenzied attacks-his own state was not very good, and his magic power was almost exhausted after this waste. Ye Ting immediately seized the opportunity and shot a smashing curse on him.

The spell hit Voldemort, but he was not blown to pieces. There was probably some way to stop the blow, but the spell did not completely fail, and he lay on the ground in pain.

"You cunning Mudblood..." Voldemort gritted his teeth and cursed, then his whole body turned into black smoke, avoiding Ye Ting's second crushing curse.

The ground was immediately blown into a big hole.

However, the black smoke sank into the dark jungle, and Ye Ting lost Voldemort's position.

He had to concentrate on guard, but fortunately there were two magical creatures around him as radar.

Suddenly, the unicorn screamed towards the jungle on the left, and Ye Ting turned to look, only to see the black smoke condensed into Voldemort.

A tragic green magic shot at Ye Ting, with the breath of death in the light.