Blood

The area was enveloped in crimson-gold flames.

Upon seeing the gruesome, bloody wound slashed across Asterion's neck, Selenia let out a mournful cry.

The abdominal pain returned, much more intense than the first time!

Selenia couldn't help but kneel down, tears welling in her eyes, gazing at the powerless, collapsed Asterion.

From the wound that was emitting black smoke, silvery-white blood mixed with mud flowed continuously.

A clear but furious Qilin suddenly resounded, causing the surrounding flames to spread in concentric circles like ocean waves.

Upon hearing this voice, Quirrell's lips curled into a smile, completely unconcerned.

"What abundant vitality! When did the Wizarding World acquire such Magical Creatures as you?"

However, he was met only by a dozen or so crimson Fire Dragon, and even more tiny fire ribbons emerged from the curtain of flames, tearing at him like serpents.

There was no panic in Quirrell's eyes; he simply waved his wand with ease and composure, just like a master conductor.

The air was distorted and boiled due to the extreme heat.

The crimson flames roared and churned, rushing in from all directions.

"Fiendfyre"

Dozens of viscous, asphalt-like Fiendfyre burst forth from the tip of "Quirrell's" staff, instantly transforming into giant pythons that clashed violently with the crimson-gold Fire Dragon.

The two creatures tore at each other with deafening explosions, and sparks rained down like raindrops.

Some slender Fire Serpent, having pierced through the obstruction, Accio toward "Quirrell".

"Black Vortex Shield"

A spinning, light-devouring black hole-like vortex forcibly twisted and sucked the surging Fire Serpent into it.

As the flames approached the edge of the vortex, they emitted a piercing shriek, as if being crushed and annihilated by an invisible force.

"Quirrell" simply clashed with the flames using magic, without resorting to methods like "Finite Incantatem" or "Finite" to directly confront them.

He noticed something strange: these extremely hot flames didn't seem to contain any magic.

It's like a pure, natural fire, ignited by heaven and earth.

Thus, in the brief moment of resisting the crimson flames, the cautious Voldemort quickly unleashed a Finite Incantatem, shooting it towards a relatively small stream of fire.

However, the size of the flame remained unchanged.

"Interesting, interesting."

Voldemort was confident that with his magical power and skill, no magic could be completely unaffected or weakened by the Finite Incantatem he cast.

The answer is obvious: the strange creature's power to control fire actually contains no magic.

In that fleeting pause, Liuguang's figure vanished abruptly, the process incredibly smooth and effortless.

He then appeared instantly beside Asterion.

"Pooh!"

A large glob of clear saliva was spat onto Asterion's wound.

The previously tangled black smoke was reduced by more than half, and the smooth cracks that had been torn open began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The flow of blood was finally stopped.

"Really!"

Seeing this, Voldemort was overjoyed.

The mere saliva he spits out can dispel the curse of Dark Magic and heal the injuries themselves.

That strange creature was indeed extraordinary; if only I could obtain it...

"Puff!"

Suddenly, Quirrell spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.

"Hmph, what a weak and pathetic body."

Ignoring the excessive strain on his body, Voldemort continued to exploit the flesh and life force within it, briefly transforming it into immense magical power through Dark Magic.

He freely channeled magic within his body, transforming it into dazzling spells.

Dark lightning, icy crows, and fleeting, elusive flying blades...

Meanwhile, "Quirrell" itself keeps twisting and disappearing, only to reappear in a new location.

This is already deep within the Forbidden Forest.

Hogwarts Castle's restrictions on Apparition no longer apply here.

In Voldemort's hands, sophisticated and complex teleportation magic was quickly reduced to a routine dodge maneuver.

Liuguang gradually became flustered; its practical experience was far too limited.

Even though it usually practices fighting with its master, it's still not enough to be truly faced with this situation.

It's still not enough, far from enough.

The enemy was intentionally or unintentionally approaching Selenia, which made Liuguang dare not teleport with Asterion.

I'm afraid that the other side will seize on that one momentary vulnerability.

His glass-like eyes gleamed incessantly, constantly tracking the enemy's location.

"Boom!"

The Purifying Fire seemed to erupt without limit from Liuguang's body, transforming into a sea of fire.

Control them to envelop Asterion and Selenia.

Liuguang was about to fight with all her might...

A blank area appeared in the sea of fire, with Quirrell standing in the center. Flames crashed and surged around him like waves, but he still couldn't get really close.

Several bottles and jars were tossed into the air by "Quirrell," scattering colorful liquids and crystals.

"Bloody Wounds"

After Quirrell chanted the spell and waved his wand, the scorching air seemed to freeze temporarily.

The potions fused and coalesced in the blink of an eye.

No fewer than a hundred dazzling blood-red blades shot out.

Liuguang's eyes widened as she watched the flying blades shoot straight towards...

Selenia!

Liuguang instinctively prepared to flash past, but its peripheral vision caught a blurry, almost transparent human figure.

"Clang!"

"Puff!"

The sound of metal clashing was immediately followed by the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

The transparent figure revealed its true form: Quirrell, the hooded man with a demonic mask covering his face.

Meanwhile, "Quirrell," located in the center of the blank area, gradually dissipated like a shattered mirror.

"Quirrell" swiftly drew his light green dagger, drawing a trail of golden-red blood from Liuguang's waist and abdomen.

A look of intense pain flashed in Liuguang's eyes.

Ignoring the two Unicorn, one dead and one wounded, Quirrell's eyes burned with greed as he gazed at the golden-red blood beads brimming with astonishing vitality.

He didn't use Avada Kedavra, the most lethal Dark Magic, because he wanted to capture the strange creature in front of him alive.

This will allow me to truly return to my peak condition.

But as the battle reached a stalemate, Voldemort gradually changed his strategy.

Quirrell's body can't hold on any longer; the battle must end as soon as possible.

Therefore, Voldemort's real goal became obtaining the body material of this creature.

He was about to catch the blood, to take over the biggest prize of the night.

A sudden burst of unusually high temperature hit Quirrell's face.

Driven by excruciating pain, Liuguang felt as if she had broken free of some shackles, and intense, almost pure golden flames surged from her body in all directions.

At the same time, the light in its eyes became increasingly dazzling.

Faced with this sudden outburst, Quirrell smiled nonchalantly and reached out to grab a drop of blood.

Its form quickly twisted and disappeared.

His Apparition will take effect faster than the flames arrive.

However, the Liuguang in Liu Guang's eyes shone brightly.

Quirrell's figure was instantly frozen in place.