Quirrell found the scene before him utterly absurd.
What do you mean by "you've started chanting continuously"?
This doesn't make sense, does it?
How could Prewett, a mere first-year wizard, possibly possess such a level of skill?
How could the Spells be cast so quickly?!
Quirrell had also attended Hogwarts, and he knew very well that first-year wizards couldn't learn many Spells at all.
Even he, who was known as a genius, didn't master many Spells when he was in his first year.
Most importantly, Silan's casting speed is too fast; the moment one Spells is cast, the next Spells is already prepared.
The light from Silan's wand flashed one after another, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky and striking Quirrell. Fueled by the power of Spell Inspiration, Silan's casting speed was remarkably fast.
Although it had some impact on Quirrell, it ultimately failed to harm him.
Quirrell cast too many defensive Spells on himself; it was as if he were wearing several layers of tortoise shell.
Seeing that her attacks had little effect, Silan couldn't help but sigh, "Quirrell does have some skill after all."
With that in mind, Silan stopped fighting and focused on escaping.
Startled by Silan's uninterrupted chanting, Quirrell quickly cast several defensive Spells on himself.
The Forbidden Forest was densely wooded, and it was getting dark.
Quirrell's ability to use Apparition made it difficult to pinpoint Silan's location, and he was never able to catch her.
As Quirrell chased after them, he suddenly heard a series of short, sharp whistles.
It was Silan who blew it.
The inexplicable whistle annoyed Quirrell, and he felt a vague unease.
After passing through a dense forest, Quirrell followed Silan to a relatively open clearing.
There is a towering tree nearby, and a dark cave on the mound.
Quirrell stopped at the cave entrance and saw Silan standing above it, looking down at him. The Unicorn had vanished.
After adding several more layers of protection, Quirrell finally felt a little more at ease and looked at Silan.
"Honestly, I don't want to kill you." Quirrell gripped his wand tightly. "You're talented, intelligent, and a real asset."
"Since the professor says so, why don't you let me go?" Silan said.
"If you obediently catch the Unicorn for me, I might actually let you go." Quirrell took two steps forward, getting closer to Silan.
"I wish your last name wasn't Prewett."
Quirrell looked disappointed, scanning his surroundings as if searching for the Unicorn.
"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Dumbledore?"
"Ha, who would believe a first-year wizard? And who would doubt me?" Quirrell stammered, his hands trembling and his eyes narrowing. "A...a poor professor?"
Silan wasn't sure how much Dumbledore knew about Quirrell, but he had some suspicions about Quirrell.
Or perhaps it was all part of Dumbledore's plan, and Quirrell was merely an actor he brought in to hone the Chosen One.
The Dumbledore probably didn't know was Silan.
In his original plan, Silan was not supposed to have a place, so in order to break into Dumbledore's script, Silan needed Quirrell to help her play the role of a perfect victim.
An orphan of a Order of the Order of the Phoenix hero, a student persecuted by Death Eaters, a kind and courageous victim—isn't this the perfect ally of the Chosen One?
Isn't such a person trustworthy?
Quirrell stopped stuttering, said no more, and grabbed his wand, ready to strike.
He saw Silan suddenly laugh and utter two words.
"Dragonfire."
"What?"
Quirrell was stunned, then the hairs on his body stood on end, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
Two bright lamps suddenly lit up at the entrance of the cave in front of him, their blinding light piercing his heart like a sharp sword.
A point of red light suddenly lit up, and in the blink of an eye it expanded and enlarged, and the scorching and fierce Dragonfire slammed into Quirrell's body.
The multiple layers of protection on his body melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting boiling water after he was directly confronted by the Dragonfire.
The most deadly thing was that the Dragonfire, after being separated by his protective barrier, did not disappear but instead landed around him, drying out the land and igniting the branches and leaves.
Smoke mixed with flames enveloped Quirrell.
The flames stretched out their long tongues and licked the hem of his clothes, startling Quirrell, who quickly used an Apparition to dodge to the side.
Shock filled Quirrell's entire body, yet it prevented him from breaking out in a cold sweat.
The Dragonfire were incredibly hot.
Norbert emerged from the cave, spread his wings with exhilaration, and roared at Quirrell. The roar made the leaves around him tremble slightly.
"A dragon?" Quirrell was dumbfounded.
How could there be a dragon in the Forbidden Forest?
And why would a dragon listen to him?
Quirrell roared inwardly, gripping his wand tightly and forcibly suppressing his trembling wrist.
What he was seeing was utterly unbelievable.
Even though he had read countless books and documents and knew a thing or two about dragon taming, he had never heard of an 11-year-old wizard being able to tame dragons!
Is this also one of his talents?
Thinking of Silan's Magical Creatures, Quirrell trembled and gritted his teeth.
This is utterly absurd!
Quirrell was utterly bewildered; he couldn't understand how Silan had managed to do it.
Seeing Quirrell react quickly to dodge Norbert's Dragonfire attack, Silan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
As expected, none of the professors at Hogwarts are useless.
Uh... except Lockhart.
However, he hadn't expected to be able to defeat Quirrell so easily.
Silan jumped down from the top of the cave and straddled Norbert: "The exam has begun, Norbert."
"Yes, Master!"
Norbert agreed, put down on all fours, took two steps, spread his wings, and took off.
It was extremely fast and agile, yet it avoided a direct confrontation with Quirrell, exhaling a breath of Dragonfire before immediately fleeing into the distance.
With Silan on his back using Spells to aid him, Quirrell was left in a sorry state.
Quirrell kept casting defensive Spells on himself, occasionally using Apparition to dodge the Dragonfire, looking extremely disheveled.
Frustration and anger spread through his heart, mixed with the scorching Dragonfire, rising up into a fierce wildfire that almost swallowed up his reason.
Quirrell withstood two Spells from Silan, spitting out blood that had welled in his throat. He swung his wand fiercely, no longer caring about anything else.
"Crucio!"
A Cruciatus Curse shot from the tip of Quirrell's wand, flying straight toward Silan.
"Watch out, Master!"
Norbert let out a scream and shifted his body to shield Silan from the attack.
The Dragon has extremely high magic resistance, so even if Silan uses a defensive Spells on it, the effect will be greatly reduced. In desperation, Silan suddenly remembered a skill she had previously extracted from Fluffy.
[Tough Skin]
As the skill was unleashed, a layer of gray instantly covered Silan and Norbert.
Quirrell's Cruciatus Curse struck Norbert, causing it to roar in anger.
"Norbert, how are you feeling?"
"It hurts a little."
Silan was taken aback for a moment, but then relaxed. It seemed that the effect of this skill was fixed and not limited by species resistance.
Dragon already have high magic resistance, and with the added bonus of their Tough Skin, a hastily cast Cruciatus Curse has limited effect.
The Cruciatus Curse had no effect, Quirrell swung his wand again.
This time he was well prepared.
"Avada..."