A wizard who cannot change shape lacks sufficient mobility.
Broomsticks are a common form of transportation, but unless brooms become as portable as wands, they will never rise to the top of the list in some ways.
For example, when encountering a battle in a narrow area.
Just like what was happening before him, Quirrell could only retreat while rolling and crawling when faced with such a sudden attack.
In this case, don't say anything about grace. Being able to survive is enough, but do you still care about whether the posture looks good?
No matter how beautiful the dead pose is, what's the use...
Quirrell instantly lay down on the ground, then rolled to avoid the big claws that were shot from a high place.
And when he was about to get up, a long scorpion tail stabbed towards the ground.
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
Quirrell waved the wand in his hand quickly, and then exploded the tail. He continued to retreat until he was at a relatively safe distance.
At this time, he finally had the intention to see what it was that attacked him.
It was okay not to look at it. After looking at it, Quirrell felt that all the blood and courage he had just been consumed.
"Manticore! How is that possible!"
"The Voldemort Bat has really spent a lot of money..."
In the front was Quirrell's exclamation, and in the back was Voldemort's emotion.
Voldemort now really wanted to know who was so displeased with Dumbledore. They would actually use this dangerous creature, which is only stronger than the dementors, to attack Hogwarts.
Looking at Voldemort, who looked like a tattered rag floating in the sky, Voldemort felt a little more wary in his heart.
This thing is too dangerous. It was okay in his heyday. If something were to happen to the current situation, his soul would not be lost, but Quirrell's life would definitely be lost.
As for the manticore, it's powerful, but it's definitely not as dangerous as the crouching bat.
The three magical animals on the opposite side seemed to have noticed something was wrong with the person opposite, so they assumed an attack posture, but never actually took action.
Just when the situation on the field reached a stalemate, the cracked box suddenly stretched out a hand.
"Huh? Huh?"
A large moss-green hand pressed down on the ground and pushed himself out of the small box.
In Quirrell's surprised eyes, he saw a moss green, naked upper body, wearing a leather skirt on the lower body, with a little bulge on the back like a carapace, a big belly and a small head.
When this thing appeared next to the three magical animals before, it looked like an Imbilia black pig joining a herd of elephants.
The troll didn't pay attention to Quirrell's strange look, but scratched his head, then put his hand into the box and groped for it.
What surprised Quirrell was that the two manticores and the Voldemort did not take advantage of this time to attack him.
Instead, he took two steps back, seemingly trying to protect the giant monster.
Knowledge blind spot, another knowledge blind spot.
Quirrell is not an expert on magical animals, but he understands that even a magical animal expert here can only shout "knowledge blind spot" when seeing the scene in front of him.
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"Master, is something a little not right?"
Quirrell tentatively asked the slightly smarter head on the back of his head.
"Attack that troll!"
Voldemort didn't need to think too much at all, and the situation before him didn't have time for him to weigh the pros and cons and make a calm and rational judgment. What's more, to be honest, he stopped making that kind of judgment more than ten years ago.
Trust your intuition and get over it first. If you can get rid of it in one go, you don’t have to worry about it anymore. If a wave of recklessness is not clean, then think of a way and change your thinking.
Quirrell hesitated for a moment, but took action quickly.
He thinks that his combat experience is not outstanding, it can even be said to be very little. In this case, if you ignore other people's opinions and insist on your own opinion, you are making fun of your own life.
He is not the kind of fearless person who insists that even if he has to face death, he must make his own decision.
So a ball of flame fell towards the giant monster's feet.
If nothing goes wrong, it will explode at the giant monster's feet, forming a pillar of fire from the bottom up, swallowing the giant monster. Maybe it wouldn't kill the troll, but it would be enough to inflict serious damage on him.
But accidents happened as a matter of course.
One of the two manticores swung its long scorpion tail directly, blocking the flames from the attack range.
The fireball did not hit the troll. Although it hit the manticore's tail, it didn't have much effect.
The manticore's magic resistance itself is ridiculously high. In other words, none of these dangerous magical animals are weak in magic resistance.
It is too unrealistic to expect that this fire spell will cut off the tail.
Quirrell looked at the tailed manticore, and he saw human sarcasm.
This made him a little uneasy.
At this time, the giant monster finally found his weapon.
He took out a steel mace, weighed it in his hand, and then smiled with satisfaction.
"Aha!"
Then he turned his head and looked at Quirrell over there, with a cruel smile on his face.
He pointed the big stick in Quirrell's direction with great momentum, and let out a menacing roar.
Now is the time for monsters, hunters, and humans!
So the three magical animals rushed towards Quirrell's direction almost at the same time.
The Voldemort Bat swooped down from a high place and hit Quirrell on the head.
Quirrell could even see the sharp, yellowish teeth beneath the rag-like appearance.
A manticore charged at Quirrell like an out-of-control magic train.
The other manticore stood there, turned around, and flicked its tail hard.
The deadly poisonous hook, which was also sharp and glowing black and purple, just stabbed Quirrell.
Quirrell was stunned at this moment. He really didn't know how to deal with the matter in front of him!
He has never learned it, and he really doesn’t know how to do it!
But the next moment, his body understood.
A roll to the side and back brought him closer to the door. Then he waved his magic wand, and a mist spread in the utility room.
The utility room is very large, even much larger than an ordinary classroom. After all, no one knows whether this room was a utility room in the first place.
But the fog still spread quickly. Almost in the blink of an eye, the thick fog filled the entire room, and the visibility was horribly low.
Several magical animals all lost their goals. And just when they were about to go crazy and destroy at will. A shocking roar made them return to a state similar to before.
Calm and orderly, hardly like a beast.
And the eyes of the giant monster that was supposed to civilize with its great strength and astonishing stupidity shone with wisdom.
"ha!"
He pointed the big stick forward in his hand again, and the three magical animals walked out towards the door one after another.
But he leisurely put the stick on his shoulders and followed them carelessly.
As for Quirrell...
They've all sealed up their cigarettes. If you can't beat them, why don't you run away and wait for death?
After walking out of the door, the noses of the two manticores moved and then walked in the other direction.
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Luke looked at Quirrell who ran over to report the news, and touched his chin.
"What's wrong?"
Taylor saw something was wrong with Luke, so he took the initiative to ask.
To be honest, with the current situation, she wouldn't even believe it if she wasn't nervous. Whether it was the manticore or the bat, they were both famously dangerous creatures. The former is more notorious, but only because it is more numerous and more widely distributed.
The latter is undoubtedly more dangerous in the eyes of those who understand.
To deal with the former, there are still many magic spells that can be used. Those spells that can be used to deal with the fire dragon can be used. It is just a different way of fighting.
But the latter is completely different from the former. Even if the normal spell cannot be said to be completely ineffective, it is only minimally effective. The only thing that can effectively kill it is the Patronus Charm.
In this regard, it is almost the same as the dementors. In early research, some people even suggested that the origin of dementors might be the Voldemort bat. However, because there is no more detailed evidence, and the proposer is not a very famous person in the academic world, and does not have a deep academic background, this idea was thrown into the trash after being criticized by mainstream thinking. In the pile.
And in the knowledge about magical animals that Luke gave her, Luke agreed with the unknown scholar's ideas. Luke believes that if not the origin, at least it has a lot to do with it.
This degree of similarity cannot be without reason.
Both Luke and Taylor understand one thing. If this idea is proposed again by Luke later, then many people will agree with it.
At least it will spark a discussion instead of one-sided criticism like now.
How can you study magical animals with such a group of insects!
Of course, Newt Scamander, who is well-known in the world of magical beast research, did not speak out on this matter. Maybe there was no time, or maybe I didn’t see it.
Things like this happen every day in academia and are not uncommon.
"Do you still remember when I gave you some popular science about the three greatest characteristics of the manticore?"
Luke did not answer directly, but asked another question as if he were taking an exam in class.
"Wisdom, cruelty, and vengeance."
Taylor said it casually, and she would never forget such a knowledge point once she heard it. If you have to say it, this thing is not much harder to remember than the magic potion recipe. Just knowing doesn't mean it's useful.
Unlike almost fixed potions, magical animals are alive, and living animals mean individual deviations. This means that these summarized characteristics can only be used as a reference and cannot be regarded as a guideline.
This is also the reason why she doesn't like the subject of magical animals.
It's so random and full of uncertainty. People who like this knowledge must be quite curious about these thousands of unknowns.
They must love exploring.
Thinking this, Taylor looked at Luke. Momo had set a limited range in his previous judgment.
Within their general control.
If it's really beyond their control...
"Yes, among them, the concentrated expression of these three performances is that you can remember the smell of an enemy. Even if it is more than ten years later, you can still identify this person, and when you meet again, you will do your best to fight. They may kill each other brutally. And they won’t eat them.”
Luke's tone didn't change much, but Taylor and Gemma on the side were already a little creepy.
"They will come! But now only Professor Sprout and Hagrid are here!"
Malfoy also heard Luke's words and made a simple but terrible judgment. If you don't understand the characteristics of the manticore, I'm afraid everyone will just think that Malfoy is panicking and is being alarmist here.
Unfortunately, what seems alarmist is actually the closest to the truth.
"Doesn't Hagrid know about this?"
Taylor frowned and whispered.
Hagrid is an expert on magical animals. Even though he does not have the title of professor now, people who know him know that his knowledge in this field is not much worse than that of a well-known expert or a current professor.
"Don't be too hard on Hagrid. Manticores and crocodile bats are relatively unorthodox magical creatures. There are some of the former in the Forbidden Forest, but the latter is really rare."
Luke did not deny this at all. To be honest, Luke was surprised when he saw the name Voldebat. The price for such a rare thing on the black market is definitely a top-notch high price.
And there is absolutely no need to worry about selling.
But put it in Hogwarts, and this thing is the food on the plate.
It may take a little effort to eat, but it shouldn’t be a lot of effort.
"So, it is very difficult to react to this kind of thing in an instant. At least you have to maintain a calm and analytical state at all times. Do you think Hagrid is such a person?"
Luke didn't mean to be sarcastic. Everyone has their own personality, and everyone has their own understanding of whether it's good or bad.
No bad person thinks he is a bad person. Even if he admitted that he was violating public order and good customs, he definitely did not think that what he did was wrong.
Taylor shook her head helplessly. Let alone Hagrid, even she might not be able to come back to her senses if she suddenly encountered such a thing.
However, there was no look of worry or fear on Taylor's face. If there was really a great danger, Luke would not sit here with him.
Panic did not spread among the students. They trust their professors. I believe this matter itself will not have any impact on them.
Hogwarts is the safest place in the world, this is their common understanding.
But when the low roar of the beast came, their perception finally changed.
"What is this sound?"
Hannah Abbott sat in her seat and said tremblingly.
Hagrid stood up abruptly.
"No, they're here. Damn it, those things must smell of Professor Quirrell!"
After hearing this, Quirrell felt that he was wronged too. This kind of thing is not what he wants. The injuries on his body were all caused by himself. If it was just a small mess, he would pretend to be unconscious now and go to investigate.
But now, he obviously can't leave. Especially according to Hagrid, if the other party remembers his taste, then the first target will definitely be him.
He completely believed Hagrid's words. Because Voldemort believed it. Voldemort also knew Hagrid back then. He might look down on this giant hybrid, but he did not doubt Hagrid's ability.
"I'll lure them away!"
Quirrell struggled to get up and prepared to leave. Staying here won't do you any good, and it doesn't matter if you get hurt, but today you must find a way to find out where the magic stone is hidden and what it is.
"It's no use, Professor."
Luke's voice sounded, once again attracting the attention of the audience.
When facing everyone's gaze, Luke didn't feel nervous at all, and said naturally: "Professor, it's not just you here. Since it is a beast, no matter how much you hold a grudge, foraging is the first priority. In addition to In the basement kitchen, that’s where the food is most abundant.”
"Now that they are close to here, even if you leave, their goals will not change in any way. In this way, if you leave, we will only lose one powerful helper."
Luke's eyes were very sincere and his tone was quite gentle.
"Professor, we need you. If Professor McGonagall and the others don't return quickly, it means there must be something going on on their side. The defense here is already weak. We can't lose you."
Hearing these words made Quirrell tremble all over and sweat in the cold weather.
This is obviously putting him on the fire to roast!
But he also knew very well that the words ended here. It was impossible for him not to agree. Such a method was not unfamiliar to Voldemort, but it was really a novel experience to have it used on him.
He looked at the real 'Gaunt' with Quirrell's eyes and nodded expressionlessly.
The students just looked at Quirrell when they were listening to Luke speak. They didn't expect that a professor who was unknown in ordinary times, and although he occasionally had amazing performances, not everyone had seen him, Luke The words are actually so important.
At this moment, they fully agreed with Luke's words.
The low roar stopped, and no footsteps were heard, but everyone knew clearly that they were approaching.
Whether they are students or professors, they are all nervous now, quite nervous.
Marcus was even more desperate. He didn't expect that the agreement between Luke and him would come true so early!
"Calm down, everyone."
Luke spoke again, tapping his fingers lightly. Look around at the students and professors present. Fortunately, Professor Sprout stayed here. If it were Snape or Professor McGonagall, there would be no chance for him to say such a thing.
"In this time of crisis, we must unite!"
