The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

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 a unicorn.

Of course, with the spirituality of unicorns, they and their riders are not ordinary master-slave relationships, but friends, partners, and even...

Stop, stop here.

But it seems that this unicorn is a girl. Did she like me?

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

But the unicorn didn't respond.

No, it's not that there is no reaction, but it's obvious that he likes this kind of touch.

The unicorn's fur was a little cold, but it was very delicate and soft, which reminded Ye Ting of a girl's skin—yes, he felt the same way when he squeezed Hermione's face.

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

Hmm, what a degenerate touch.

Feiju, who was next to him, called out in dissatisfaction.

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

However, after making sure that the unicorn completely accepted him, Ye Ting skillfully handled her wound, then took out the healing medicine and applied it to the wound, and then wrapped it up with a bandage.

The process was a little painful, and the unicorn looked at Ye Ting with a bit of grievance, and his eyes were even full of tears.

But in the end she endured it.

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

Suddenly, Feiju stood up alertly, staring at a bush not far away.

Ye Ting followed her line of sight, but it was just pitch black.

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

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

It must be the chief culprit who made her hurt, which scared her.

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

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

Chapter 0070 Against Voldemort and Riding Unicorn

Suddenly, the bushes in front of me made a rustling sound.

Ye Ting's nerves immediately tense.

You know, he's going to face Voldemort, the man known as "the most powerful dark wizard ever."

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

Soon, the bushes shook... Then, out of the shadows, a hooded figure flashed, staggering and staggering, as if it were about to fall at any moment.

"Mr. Ye," the hooded man spoke, his voice was rather low and hoarse, but he could still hear that it was Professor Quirrell's voice.

"Ting Ye, why are you in the Forbidden Forest at this time?" Professor Quirrell asked Ye Ting in a cold tone he had never had before, approaching him as he spoke.

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

Hearing this, Professor Quirrell stopped.

"You actually pointed your wand at a professor," he sneered and threatened Ye Ting, "appearing in the forbidden forest in the middle of the night and pointing your wand at the professor, if you don't repent, Ravenclaw will Points are deducted for you, and you're going to be locked up."

Seeing Voldemort in front of him actually pretending to be Professor Quirrell to lure him, Ye Ting felt that his IQ was insulted.

"Are you kidding me?" He mocked indifferently. "Or, is the dignified Dark Lord so depraved that he has to rely on liars to survive?"

Professor Quirrell was visibly stunned when he heard this, and then started shaking with anger.

"You recognize me?" His voice suddenly became sharp, as if it was not a human voice: "Ravenclaw genius, filthy Mudblood, how did you recognize me?"

"I've noticed something wrong with Professor Quirrell for a long time," Ye Ting explained in a cold voice: "The smell of garlic all over your body is obviously to cover up your stench, and that troll trick on Halloween can't fool you. I, you still want to kill Harry on the Quidditch field, plus the thirst for the Philosopher's Stone, and the thirst for unicorn blood, no one can meet the above conditions except you, the half-dead Dark Lord. ."

Of course, this is all made up by him, in order to scare Voldemort and delay time for the unicorn, the healing potion cannot take effect so quickly, and if there is an injured unicorn present, he will There is no way to let go.

"Hmph, isn't it?" After listening to Ye Ting's analysis, Voldemort snorted coldly, but he was secretly startled and sighed at the wisdom of the first-year wizard in front of him, so he threatened: "As expected, it is Ravenclaw. A genius, unfortunately, you shouldn't be here, it will cost you your life."

"Lost your life?" Ye Ting asked back, "I think it's you who will lose your life. You actually killed a unicorn in the forbidden forest! Aren't you afraid of the curse? No, of course you are not, because the Dead, you have to rely on the curse in the blood of the unicorn to stay half-dead,

Right. "

"Since you already know," 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, I can even After you return, I specially allow you, a lowly Muggle, to become my subordinate, and I can see that you have power far beyond your peers..."

Hearing what he said, Ye Ting laughed out loud, as if he heard some ridiculous joke.

"Get out of here? Join your subordinates? It's up to you? You, a half-dead, bereaved dog, can't even protect himself, and you have the face to threaten me here? Don't you have half the lowly Muggle blood yourself?"

Facing Ye Ting's irony, Voldemort couldn't bear it any longer, he waved his wand, and a green light flew towards Ye Ting.

Originally, Ye Ting only needed to dodge lightly, and the green light couldn't hit him, but in order to protect the unicorn behind him, Ye Ting had no choice but to accept this magic.

He used "Spell Weaver" to cast a metamorphosis 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, blowing a big hole in it, but it was blocked anyway.

"Too weak," Ye Ting sighed and sighed in an aria-like tone: "The dignified Dark Lord has become so weak that even a first-year wizard can't handle it."

Voldemort was almost mad at his words, he began to ignore the magic power and bombarded Ye Ting indiscriminately.

Ye Ting responded calmly, blocking Voldemort's attacks one by one with polymorphism or counter-curse.

Finally, Voldemort stopped his frantic attack - his own state was not very good, and his magic power was almost exhausted after this waste. Ye Ting immediately seized the opportunity and fired a smashing spell 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 didn't completely fail, and he fell to the ground with a face full of pain.

"You sly mudblood..." Voldemort scolded through gritted teeth, and then turned into black smoke, avoiding Ye Ting's second smashing curse.

The ground was immediately blasted out of a big hole.

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

He had no choice but to be on guard, fortunately there were two magical creatures around him as radars.

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

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

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