The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

However, Quirrell had just drunk the blood of a unicorn, so although Voldemort no longer had a physical body, he could still draw upon a portion of his magical power.

It was angry, extremely angry.

That feeling was probably like him, the Dark Lord, suddenly being grabbed by the butt of a goose on the roadside and beaten up badly.

If he weren't still so weak, he would definitely kill Dolly right away... no, killing Dolly by biting into a melon would be merciful.

He intended to torture Dolly with various forms of cruelty, to make her understand that Voldemort was not someone she could mess with.

After all, in Voldemort's eyes, Dolly was always just a brat.

He's just a slightly stronger brat now, unable to even beat a proper dark wizard, yet he's bullying him?

This was an unbearable humiliation for Voldemort, who was proud to the core.

However, Voldemort soon realized that Dolly was not easy to deal with.

The moment Dolly saw the black mist, she did a backflip and retreated back to Hagrid's cabin without thinking.

She wouldn't be as foolish as Harry, letting Voldemort pierce her chest; anyone else would have died on the spot.

Harry survived the first book solely thanks to Lily's bloodline magic.

Therefore, Dolly had no intention of testing Voldemort's power at all; she was quite aware of her own limitations.

She was only bullying the dark wizards who lacked combat experience. Dolly wouldn't dare to charge directly at a seasoned dark wizard like she had just done.

If Dolly gets even slightly scratched by the giant melon, no matter how powerful her equipment is, she will inevitably die.

Let's wait until Dolly has a full set of magic resistance gear before we talk about it.

Right now, keeping the distance and relying on my speed is enough to bully those noseless creatures without bodies.

Dolly really only has one minute left. After one minute, Dolly's attributes will drop, and she might even have to be careful when fighting Quirrell.

But Dolly didn't have time, and Voldemort had even less time.

Voldemort in his soul form, relying on the blood and magic he absorbed from unicorns, could not possibly exist in this world for long.

In less than half a minute, Voldemort will enter a weakened state.

Let alone using magic, it would probably be difficult to even maintain a stable mind.

Voldemort, unwilling to give up, charged a few more steps toward Dolly, but this time Dolly simply stopped pretending.

With a wave of his wand, he created several footholds on Hagrid's hut, and in a few quick steps, he flipped and jumped onto the roof of Hagrid's house.

Dolly can run away in any direction whenever she wants.

She wanted to see whether Voldemort, in his crippled state, could fly faster, or Dolly, in her full power, could run faster.

If Dolly really can't outrun him, isn't there still Dian Dian?

Voldemort, with a cloud of black mist above his head, stopped in place.

Neither advancing nor retreating.

Jin might not kill Dolly, but Quirrell is definitely doomed.

If he retreats, Dolly might come back to harass him. How is he supposed to escape with that good-for-nothing Quirrell?

Just then, three little heads timidly peeked out from the hole in Hagrid's hut.

It was Harry and his friends.

They had just barely figured out what had happened, and now, looking at that mass of black mist, they felt pure fear.

Harry's head was throbbing with pain. He stared intently at the black mist, vaguely understanding what it was.

Voldemort had clearly seen Harry as well, and was about to attack him when Dolly spoke up, saying, "Mr. Dumbledore, you've arrived!"

The tone of surprise in his voice didn't sound fake at all.

The name Dumbledore resounded like a thunderclap in Voldemort's ears.

Without a second thought, he rushed back into Quirrell's body, and wrapped around the screaming Quirrell, he transformed into a cloud of black mist and headed towards the Forbidden Forest.

Dolly frowned and caught up again, moving even faster than Voldemort.

Just as Voldemort was about to rush into the Forbidden Forest, Dolly threw out her silver shield again.

But then a scream rang out, and Malfoy was thrown out by Voldemort to block the direction in which Dolly's silver shield was flying.

Malfoy had just hidden at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, right in the direction Voldemort had fled.

Or rather, Voldemort discovered Malfoy and rushed in this direction to use him as a shield.

As the silver light hurtled toward his neck, Malfoy could only let out a sharp scream, a sound that made Dolly think Malfoy had a talent for a tenor.

Finally, just as the shield was about to strike Malfoy, Dolly flicked her wrist, stopping the shield and causing it to fall to the ground.

Voldemort then vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a terrified Malfoy and Dolly walking towards him step by step.

Dolly's skill duration has expired.

If they continue chasing, not only will they fail to catch up, but in the complex and dark environment of the Forbidden Forest, Dolly might become a target instead.

It seems that this is the only way to end it.

Dolly breathed a sigh of relief. Now the threat posed by Quirrell should be over, right?

As she was thinking this, Malfoy's scream brought her back to her senses. It turned out that Malfoy was looking at her and treating her like a demon.

Sitting on the ground, he backed away step by step, his back hitting a tree stump, and frantically grabbed whatever was around him and threw it at Dolly.

Dolly was both annoyed and amused. Did Malfoy think she was the one who had just attacked him?

So Dolly simply rushed over to Malfoy and slapped him across the face.

The stinging pain finally calmed Malfoy down. He stared blankly at Dolly, whose murderous look made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

But the next second, the murderous aura on Dolly's face vanished like snow in the spring breeze, replaced by a bright smile.

She murmured, "Malfoy, am I really that terrible?"

"Scared enough to make you scream?"

Malfoy instinctively shook his head. How could Dolly be scary?

What's terrifying is the person beneath her face, and her face, well, let's just say...

Malfoy's mind was foggy, and just as he was about to say something, Hagrid's shout rang out.

"What happened here? Are you all alright? Merlin's Beard, has this place been attacked?!"

Dolly turned her head and saw that Hagrid had already rushed out with Tooth, which meant that the conflict had temporarily come to an end.

So Dolly said to Malfoy, "Remember, I saved your life."

“If you continue to repay my kindness with enmity, then next time I won’t treat you like a human being anymore, Malfoy.”

After saying that, Dolly left without looking back.

Although Malfoy did many outrageous things, Dolly really didn't hate him.

After all, Malfoy was just a 12-year-old kid. How could Dolly really make an enemy of a 12-year-old kid?

In Dolly's previous life, at age 12, she was still considered to have limited capacity for action.

Even if wizards mature early, Dolly doesn't see Malfoy as utterly wicked now.

However, time is running out for Malfoy.

If Malfoy remains the same next year or the year after, then Dolly will no longer hold back when facing him.

Malfoy stared blankly at Dolly's departing figure, gradually realizing that it was indeed Dolly who had just saved him from that monster.

A feeling of gratitude welled up in his heart instinctively, but it was quickly overwhelmed by words like pureblood honor, the kindness of the Mudbloods, and immeasurable shame.

Is it something to be happy about being saved by a mud-bearer?

He'd rather die!

Well... although he didn't dare to actually die, Dolly's words just now were clearly an insult to him.

Isn't it just a matter of saving a life?

He could just repay Dolly with Galleons, wouldn't that be enough?

Now Dolly seems to have become his savior, someone he can never repay.

How could the proud Malfoy bear all of this?

Enraged, Malfoy felt as if a thousand insects were gnawing at his soul; his vision blurred, and he was on the verge of fainting.

At that moment, a faint sound echoed in his ears.

"Do you want power...?"

Malfoy was terrified at first, but he gradually calmed down.

He even found the voice very familiar, and turned to look at Harry and the others who were studying something and no one was paying attention to him.

Only then did he turn and walk into the forbidden forest, secretly following the sound.

He needs power, a much stronger power that belongs to him!

"what is this?"

On Harry's side, several people were gathered around a piece of flesh and blood. Ron was the first to speak, saying, "It's really disgusting."

This was no ordinary flesh and blood; it seemed to have rotted away, and what remained was still bubbling with blood-red bubbles, as if insects were swimming inside.

"It is the blood of the unicorn that is cursing the body of that dark wizard. He originally needed time and potions to suppress the blood of the unicorn, but unfortunately he did not have the time."

Hagrid's voice was filled with anger and confusion.

What angered them was that yet another unicorn had died at the hands of this dark wizard, and what puzzled them was why he attacked Dolly and the others, only to be repelled by Dolly.

"We need to tell Dumbledore about this."

However, Hagrid did not take any immediate action after speaking.

Instead, he looked at Dolly beside him, whose silver shield still had faint traces of blood.

It was this little witch who almost single-handedly subdued the dark wizard and saved three little wizards from his clutches.

Although Hagrid already knew from previous events that Dolly possessed exaggerated fighting abilities.