Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 83

Clark has also dabbled in the sport of archery superficially. Although his level is not high, he is well-informed.

Naturally, it can be seen that Hagrid has completely integrated archery into his bones. Like the retired athlete who taught him at the beginning, he is a real master of archery.

It is important not to open the bow too early, if it is too early, it will be too late, and if it is too late, then the heart will be panicked, and it will be just right.

Just like the elf prince in "The Lord of the Rings", he shoots at will, with a flexible body, both strength and speed. It is a very orthodox ranger shooting technique.

However, Hagrid's shooting was counterintuitive. His arms, which were as thick as Clark's waist, pulled the crossbow like a full moon, but his whole body was as motionless as a rock, his waist did not shake, and his hands did not shake.

Only his powerful half-giant physique can support him to use this domineering archery that is very different from the elf style.

At this moment Quirrell had also walked up to the dying unicorn, when he leaned down and lowered his head, ready to lie down on the wound to **** blood.

"Boom"

There was an explosion.

The bow is like a thunderbolt, and the arrow is like a shooting star. Like a volcanic eruption, but also like the earth shaking, the strong wind pressure directly lifted Clark's long hair.

He didn't see how the arrow in Hagrid's hand went, but as soon as he looked up, he saw how the enemy in the distance didn't get it.

The cloaked figure floated in the air and was cut in half by the waist. Not only him, but even the big trees behind him that the two of them hugged each other, a transparent circular hole appeared in the trunk.

The arrow shot by this manpower is simple and unpretentious, it is just pure power, and it actually achieves the effect of a sniper rifle!

After shooting the arrow infused with his own essence, qi, and god, Hagrid couldn't help but relax.

Since his wand was broken, he has taken up a bow and arrow. From shooting wooden targets, shooting apples, to shooting leaves, shooting birds stealing crops, he never put it down for a day.

This arrow, with fifty years of skill, he is confident that no one can resist it.

However, only Clark knew that the person on the opposite side was Quirrell and the Dark Lord Voldemort. As a terrifying figure who made the British wizarding world feel fearful, he could not be so easily leashed.

Sure enough.

"Hey~hey~hey~"

A burst of terrifying laughter full of ridicule sounded from the jungle where Quirrell had just emerged. The two corpses flying in the air also revealed their prototypes in this laughter, turning into two strange wooden statues. "Bang" fell into the soil.

By the moonlight in the sky, Clark could still vaguely see that the upper half of the wooden statue was a bust of an ugly snake-faced man without a nose, while the lower half was eight intertwined, with slippery mucus, like a spider's. Long feet and twisted roots like octopus tentacles.

Now that the heat of magic has not yet passed, those tree roots are like dying insect arthropods, twitching and stretching unnaturally.

This **** magic transformation, Quirrell really became more cunning under the bewitchment of Voldemort!

No, this is not just an ordinary Transfiguration!

Hagrid frowned as he looked at the enemy reappearing in the distance. He assured with his unicorn blanket that ordinary transfiguration could not have deceived his master-level archery lock, it must be some kind of evil black magic.

However, Hagrid guessed wrong this time. The trick Quirrell used was not some high-end black magic.

On the contrary, this is actually what he learned from Voldemort, an ancient and primitive sacrificial witchcraft originating from the African rainforest.

This kind of simple and boring ancestor worship is said to be the originator of the mysterious power of magic, but because it is too weak, only those ancient tribes hidden in the primitive jungle can faintly see their shadows.

A wizard who has mastered this kind of sorcery only needs to find a piece of wood with magical power, carve it into his own appearance, and then find someone to pray and worship day after day, and then he can entrust part of his soul in the wood carving. , and then only need a metamorphosis, you can achieve the effect of the real.

In this era of the disappearance of gods, the tribal priests in Africa often use this method of possessing ghosts to pretend to be gods.

After graduating from Hogwarts, Voldemort also traveled around in pursuit of more powerful power, and obtained this method by accident, but this thing was just a joke to him, so he left it behind. .

It wasn't until Quirrell found him, because he was worried that Dumbledore would notice the practice of black magic in Hogwarts, and Voldemort rummaged through his memory.

He asked Quirrell to carve the wood into his own image, praying to him every day, and worshiping himself like a god, but within a few days, Voldemort established a connection with the statue.

Then Quirrell beheaded an eight-eyed giant spider in the Forbidden Forest and sacrificed its blood to the statue, successfully making the statue an icon of Voldemort.

Although it has little power, it can also make Voldemort distracted and have a walking avatar.

When Quirrell was teaching at the school before, Voldemort relied on this wooden statue to walk in the Forbidden Forest, and now he used it to deceive Hagrid's charged shot.

Of course, Hagrid didn't know these details. He just raised his slightly sore arm, pulled the crossbow again, and aimed at the enemy.

But this time ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Clark found that his thick arms began to tremble, and the sound of breathing was clearly audible, like a bellows. It can be seen that the arrow just now was not easy to use.

"Hehehehehe~"

The weird laughter still sounded. Facing Hagrid's silent threat, Quirrell walked towards the unicorn without saying a word, with flaws all over his body.

However, Hagrid's arrow didn't shoot for a long time. Clark thought he had been knocked down by Quirrell's trick just now. , the thunder exploded.

"Clark, take Norbert and go!"

Hagrid, who shot the arrow, didn't have time to see the result, and instantly drew another feathered arrow from the quiver. While telling Clark, he shot another arrow.

After doing all this, he threw down his quiver, held a crossbow, and rushed towards Quirrell.

The two arrows shot in succession, one after the other, like a meteor chasing the moon, which is not unpleasant, but the two arrows passed by Quirrell's side, and they didn't hurt him in the slightest, as if Hagrid was deliberately releasing water.

"impossible!"

Even though he was prepared in his heart, Hagrid, who rushed away, still exclaimed.

"Hehe, stupid half-giant." A hoarse voice came from under the hood, and as soon as he heard it, he knew that he had changed his voice, so that people could not guess his identity.

This is really a hidden leak!

Just like Hagrid, Clark saw clearly just now that those two arrows were about to hit Quirrell, so why did they suddenly pass him by?

But now is not the time to delve into this matter, Hagrid let him go, that is impossible, you must know that the reason why he came to Forbidden Forest was to fight Quirrell first.

Chapter end