I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 44 Is this the power of the most powerful dark wizard?

"Harry." Hermione and Ron struggled to walk along the overgrown path.

"Shh!"

Harry, who was walking in front, suddenly waved to the two of them. The three of them then bent down, crouched low, and groped their way forward little by little until they finally approached a tree and found themselves in the hollow of the tree trunk.

"Look—" Harry poked his head out and pointed to the shadows of the trees not far away.

"That is—"

The other two looked over and saw a dark figure lying eerily on the ground under the sparse shadows of the trees, its limbs raised high and its head pressed against the ground. It was greedily sucking the blood flowing from the unicorn's corpse with its mouthparts that shouldn't exist.

"This~"

Upon seeing this, all three of them stared wide-eyed, horror and terror spreading from the deepest part of their hearts. It seemed that an indescribable evil was devouring their remaining sanity.

"What is that?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling.

Her body was pressed tightly against the ground, and even the grass beside her swayed.

"I don't know," Harry said, his teeth chattering.

However, unlike Hermione and Ron, he wasn't focusing all his attention on the monster at this moment. Instead, he was looking around for someone's figure.

"Oh God. Should we run? What if that monster finds us?" Ron was almost in tears. He would rather fight a giant monster alone than stay in this place for even a second.

As he spoke, he began to back away, trembling.

Then, just like in all story collections, he stepped on the branch of his destiny.

"Snap!" The sound was particularly crisp and could travel far in the quiet forest.

"Whoosh~" Almost the next second after the sound was made, the dark figure had already 'stood up'.

His limbs twisted outwards in an unnatural way, then he convulsed violently before returning to normal after a few moments.

"Harry~~" This time, Ron really cried.

Because he saw it, the monster was staring intently at him!

A quiet night.

The two groups just stared at each other.

Irving, perched on a branch, looked inexplicably embarrassed.

He didn't expect Harry to follow him.

They chased after them for a full twenty minutes.

The question is, he changed routes several times, so why was Harry still able to find the right way?

Or is it because Voldemort was here, and he was guided here automatically by the Foresight Needle?

He wasn't the only one who was confused about the situation.

The mysterious man, who was enjoying a late-night snack, was clearly surprised by the sudden appearance of several young wizards.

However, the Dark Lord is still the Dark Lord.

After only a brief moment of stunned silence...

A beam of green light instantly illuminated the entire forbidden forest.

The three little ones quickly lowered their heads and squatted down, and the Death Curse just grazed past the tops of their heads.

Hmm—raising his hand to nibble on a big melon, that's so Voldemort-like.

"Bang!"

Another Explosion Spell struck, and a huge red flame blasted Harry and the others out of the tree pit.

Then the man in black raised his wrist slightly, casting another Killing Curse, which flew straight toward Harry.

"Fool!" Just then, a rebuke came from the dark figure under the robe.

Then, the spell that was meant for Harry, under the caster's control, flew past his cheek.

"Huff~ Huff~ Huff~" The unprecedented experience of death left Harry panting heavily, his eyes almost completely enveloped by that green.

At that moment, his life began to flash before his eyes.

"Bang!" The Death Curse, which grazed past his face, blasted a large tree in half.

The loud explosion brought Harry back to his senses.

"That child can only be killed by me! Only by me!!!" A furious voice rang out from beneath the black robe, followed by another voice, a terrified apology: "I'm sorry, Master, it's my fault, I just wanted to—"

"That's enough!"

"Kill the other two who are in the way, and hand him over to me!"

"Yes," the man in black robes said respectfully, bowing deeply.

Then his gaze settled on Hermione.

"Avada!"

"Iron Armor Protection"

Hermione instinctively cast the Armor Charm. The azure armor resembled a paper wall.

It didn't even slow it down. It was torn apart.

Seeing that her spell had no effect, Hermione was completely stunned; she was not prepared at all.

Although the book clearly states the Killing Curse, there is no counter-curse.

But words are words, and reality is reality. When she truly saw her spell fail and death approach, that feeling... that feeling of helplessness.

Never before.

Hermione stood frozen in place, as if she had lost her soul, offering no resistance whatsoever. She stared blankly at the gradually gathering green death light.

She closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

"boom!"

Suddenly, an explosion rang out. Before the smoke had even cleared, a mocking voice followed.

"Oh, you're giving up already, Miss Granger? Is this really you? You're not some Slytherin who drank a compound potion with Hermione's hair in it, are you?!"

As the smoke cleared, she slowly opened her eyes.

Suddenly, a boy she knew all too well was lazily looking at her.

Owen poked her cheek with his wand.

"Miss, you're back to life, you're not dead yet," he said.

"Hey, I knew you weren't paying attention in class. I think I clearly said that to deal with the Killing Curse, you have to use Polymorph, there has to be a physical collision to neutralize it, not just pure magic."

The great Professor Sanchez had not given up on teaching this year's worst students.

"Owen?" Hermione called his name blankly.

"What's wrong? Don't you recognize me?"

"You're so heartless, we just saw each other this morning." Owen, holding the Phoenix Wand, slowly turned around.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die. After all, you still owe me a Galleon." A smile tugged at his cheeks, and his gray eyes seemed like the most precious gems in the world, capable of captivating anyone who looked into them forever.

Meanwhile, Quirrell was momentarily stunned by Owen's sudden appearance, then immediately raised his wand; the next Killing Curse was already on its way.

"Avada!"

"Avada!"

His first encounter with the great Dark Lord.

As a former leader of the dark arts scene, Kyrie Irving naturally deserves his utmost respect.

Gripping his wand tightly, he almost turned around and roared out the spell.

The deadly curse is like a thread pulled by the Grim Reaper; just touching it will take your life.

"Kill me!!"

An invisible wave of air billowed up Irving's robe.

A cool, damp wind swept through the forest, brushing against his handsome face.

The next moment, the two green lights collided directly.

Then, they intertwined and canceled each other out.

"Haha, interesting. Is this the power of the so-called strongest dark wizard?" Owen laughed maniacally while loudly mocking, "Weak, so weak, what a disappointment."

With that, he slammed his right foot into the ground.

Instantly, several icy blades carrying deadly frost slashed towards Quirrell.

The ice blades reflected the dark moon, exuding unparalleled sharpness.

Today, the chairman angrily criticized his staff, denouncing their inefficiency. And then—we were rewarded with twelve hours of unpaid overtime, only getting back at nine o'clock, which was awful.

I had absolutely no time to slack off today; I was busy with work the whole time. I even spent my lunch break in meetings. It was tough.

What if the boss actually makes money?

(End of this chapter)