touchnovel Chapter 89 Escape
Chapter 89 Escape
Chapter 89 Escape
"...Owner..."
Quirrell was completely bound and unable to move.
His wand rolled to his feet, and the wound in his abdomen was still bleeding profusely, bringing unspeakable pain with every breath.
In despair, he could only wail in the depths of his consciousness to his only support.
"Patience...you incompetent piece of trash..." Voldemort's voice was icy cold, yet carried a calm tone. "He hasn't let his guard down around you yet. Now is not the time..."
Quirrell had no other choice but to place his slim hope in the Dark Lord's will.
After Lynch subdued Quirrell, he turned to look at Hermione and Harry on the other side.
At this moment, neither of them was in a good state.
The situation for both of them is not optimistic.
Harry was still curled up on the ground, his body trembling slightly, due to a severe headache.
Hermione knelt beside him, holding his sweaty head tightly in her arms, trying in vain to soothe his pain, but her own face was equally pale and her breathing rapid.
The curse on the stone path continued to exert its silent influence, creating a chilling, ever-present sense of threat.
It weighed heavily on Hermione's heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Lin Qi waved his hand lightly, and in an instant, the lingering malice receded like a tide.
Hermione felt a sense of relief, and the deep fear in her heart disappeared.
She immediately looked down at Harry and, seeing that his pained expression had not lessened at all, hurriedly looked up at Lynch for help:
"Professor Lynch, Harry...:"
But before she could finish speaking, a thunderous shout erupted from outside the curtain of fire, making the air vibrate: "Harry! Hermione! Are you in there? Are you alright?!"
It's Hagrid!
Hermione could hear the unprecedented panic in his voice.
Lynch's attention was drawn to the sudden shout, and he naturally turned his head to look at the source of the sound.
Hermione saw him raise his hand, clearly intending to remove the fire barrier and let Hagrid in.
Just as Professor Lynch shifted his gaze toward Hagrid!
Hermione caught a glimpse of the black-robed figure hanging in the air by Professor Lynch out of the corner of her eye—it moved!
The black-robed man's head suddenly twisted at a terrifying angle that completely defied human physiology!
Immediately afterwards, his black robe seemed to be instantly filled with invisible gas, suddenly bulging! The invisible restraints binding him made crisp "bang" sounds as they could no longer bear the weight, breaking apart inch by inch!
In a flash, a crimson tongue of fire, imbued with an aura of destruction, tore through the bulging black robes, carrying a scorching heatwave and a piercing shriek, hurtling straight toward Hermione and Harry in her arms!
The shadow of death instantly filled Hermione's vision!
coming!
Lin Qi thought calmly to himself.
In the darkness above, the circling crows took in all of Quirrell's... or rather, Voldemort's next move.
Without any visible movement, his bulging black robe suddenly contracted, and his entire figure instantly transformed into a high-speed spinning arrow, whistling through the air as it hurtled towards the dark blue fire curtain behind him.
As Voldemort's body spun, the wand on the ground also flew up, precisely pulled into the spinning shadow by an unseen force.
Disappear.
Lynch's hands shot out almost simultaneously.
With her left hand slightly outstretched, she made a grasping motion in mid-air towards the deadly flame—the raging tongue of fire seemed to have crashed into an invisible, solid wall. Just inches away from Hermione's face, it vanished like a candle extinguished by a giant hand with a "poof," turning into wisps of smoke and disappearing.
The scorching heat blew up the stray hairs on Hermione's forehead.
His right hand, with a flick of his wrist, created an almost invisible trajectory, and with a light flick of his fingertips, a transparent wind blade with sharp, cold light flashing at its edge, silently yet swift as lightning, tore through the air and precisely slashed at the black shadow that had broken through the curtain of fire!
Hermione instinctively closed her eyes as the flames, which were so close to the Weeping Ruler, burned them. When she opened them again, the man in black was nowhere to be seen.
Only on that dark blue curtain of fire, a charred hole, about the size of a bucket, was clearly visible, its edges still sizzling!
Outside the cave lies the deep darkness of the Forbidden Forest.
She blinked, trying to make sure what she was seeing wasn't a hallucination.
In the blink of an eye, the hole in the fire curtain healed as if it had a life of its own, and the dark blue flames began to flow again, perfectly sealing the gap as if it had never been damaged.
The only proof that the terrifying scene just now was not an illusion was the pool of dark, viscous blood on the cold ground of the Forbidden Forest, which looked particularly glaring under the eerie blue firelight.
Hermione saw a mocking smile flash across Professor Lynch's lips: "Heh...you run pretty fast."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand.
The surrounding eerie blue flames silently vanished, leaving the surrounding trees untouched, without a trace of burning, as if the eerie blue flames had never existed.
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With a series of heavy, rapid footsteps, Hagrid's enormous figure rushed toward Harry and Hermione with a gust of wind.
Looking at Harry, who had collapsed into Hermione's arms, he shouted even louder than before: "Harry!"
The roar seemed to contain some kind of magic.
Harry's tightly closed eyelids twitched a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were still somewhat unfocused, and his voice was extremely weak and feeble: "Hagrid, I—I'm alright."
"Harry! You're awake!"
Hermione was overjoyed to see Harry awake, after all, Harry's appearance just now was so frightening that she had even considered sending him to the renowned St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds for treatment.
She carefully helped Harry sit up, and Hagrid crouched down, his furry face filled with worry.
Strangely enough, Harry, who had looked like he was recovering from a serious illness, visibly improved after sitting up, although his face was still a little pale.
Harry shook his head strangely. His head no longer hurt at all, as if the burning pain that had felt like it was splitting his head in two was just an illusion.
He habitually rubbed his head, puzzled by his headache that came and went so quickly.
Lynch knew that Harry's headaches, both in their onset and resolution, were closely linked to Voldemort.
He only knew that there was a connection between the two people, but he never knew that the connection was so close and strong.
Since receiving the news of the Horcrux, so much time has passed, Dumbledore should have already guessed that Harry is also Voldemort's Horcrux, right?
Such a thought flashed through Lynch's mind.
It's worth reminding Dumbledore that they need to find a way to weaken this connection between Harry and Voldemort.
Otherwise, Dumbledore's trap would ultimately be useless even if Harry successfully met Voldemort.