After Erwin finished speaking, Voldemort's face, which had been struck by lightning, became visibly darker.

Erwin suppressed his laughter.

To be honest, Alvin didn't expect the unicorn to have such a trick.

Thinking of the attack released by the unicorn before leaving.

Erwin couldn't help but feel a little scared.

To be honest, it's really a bit scary.

As the unicorn's sharp horn flashed with lightning, countless tiny electric currents wrapped around the horn.

Then the next moment, thunder swept the ground.

Yes, it’s really a floor wash.

The place where the battle took place just now has become a minefield.

Alvin felt that if the unicorn had not shown mercy to him, it might have taught him a lesson as well.

Such power is truly horrifying.

But Irvin was really envious. That strength was really too terrifying.

Is this the true combat power of the unicorn?

No wonder this thing is classified as a dangerous magical animal.

This is no ordinary danger.

Erwin shuddered subconsciously.

Horrible, so terrible.

But the power to control thunder is really enviable.

Voldemort said coldly: "Damn it! I didn't expect to meet a unicorn king in the Forbidden Forest. Today's events always feel a little weird! Erwin, you go back first. I need to think about it!"

Erwin naturally had no objection.

"Okay, teacher, I'll leave first!"

Voldemort said, "Go back and familiarize yourself with the Killing Curse, Erwin. You don't have any experience fighting someone with a real Killing Curse. I don't blame you! But I don't want it to happen again!"

Erwin nodded: "Sorry, teacher, I'm so useless!"

Voldemort sighed, "I can't blame you! After all, you've just started learning. Okay! I need to cultivate my soul power! I won't be able to continue tutoring you within a week! Come back to me after you become a real Slytherin prefect!"

Erwin bowed: "Yes, teacher!"

Then, Voldemort's consciousness fell asleep.

Quirrell regained consciousness.

Quirrell said, "Thank you, Erwin!"

Erwin frowned.

Seeing this, Quirrell quickly said, "Don't worry, Erwin. The Dark Lord has fallen into a deep sleep! He has consumed too much of his soul power this time! Even he himself probably didn't expect such a battle to happen!"

Erwin asked, "So, no one else will know about our current conversation? Are you sure?"

Professor Quirrell nodded quickly. "Yes, I'm sure of it! He's using my body, living inside me, so I can sense that his soul is extremely weak right now. It's like a candle in the wind! If it's not properly nurtured, it could disappear at any moment!"

Erwin felt a little relieved.

This is good news. At least we don’t have to be on guard against Voldemort during this period.

As for whether Professor Quirrell would lie to him, Alvin said there was no need to worry about it.

Professor Quirrell would never lie to Alvin now. On the one hand, there was no reason for him to do so, and on the other hand, Alvin believed that the preparations he had made in the early stages were sufficient.

Adding icing on the cake will never be as memorable as sending timely help.

There is no doubt that everything Irving did was a timely help.

Therefore, for Qi Luo, this behavior will truly be remembered for a lifetime.

Of course, this was an effect that Erwin deliberately created.

Erwin said, "He's cultivating his soul power, so he just needs to sleep?"

Qi Luo shook his head, a little bitterly: "No, he still needs to absorb my soul energy!"

Erwin frowned and asked, "Does this affect you?"

Quirrell nodded: "Well, the weakening of soul power will reduce my magic power!"

When Erwin heard this, he thought, this is not okay.

If this Quirrell's strength declines, how can he be used in the future?

It's not what Erwin wants if Professor Quirrell becomes useless.

That would be of no use at all.

Erwin asked, "Professor Quirrell, why did you let him take you by the hand?"

Quirrell smiled bitterly, "This is all my fault. I misjudged my own strength! Back when I was in the Black Forest, I was attacked by vampires and werewolves. He saved me. When I was on the verge of death, I had no choice but to agree to his terms! I signed a very ancient spell, and from then on, my life and death were no longer in my own hands!"

"What should I do if I want to break free from this spell?" Erwin asked.

Quirrell said, "I'm very grateful to you, Elvin. I know you want to help me! But that's impossible. There are only two ways! The first is that I die, and the other is that he leaves on his own initiative! Both are impossible. Now I just hope that after I achieve his goal, he will let me go!"

Erwin nodded. "I have some ideas, but now is not the time to implement them! As for the Voldemort problem, I will go to Professor Snape tomorrow and ask him to brew two bottles of vitality potion. It should ensure that your strength will not be depleted too much!"

Quirrell exclaimed, "No, Elvin, you can't go to Snape! He already suspects me! If he knows you are helping me, it will definitely affect you! Snape has no evidence now, and he can't be sure of my situation! But I know very well that he must be watching me! I can't affect you!"

Erwin waved his hand. "I'm confident. Professor Snape is my godfather, he will definitely help me! Believe me, I will solve your problem! But before that, you need to cooperate with me as much as possible. And you can't show any abnormality that will let the Dark Lord notice. Otherwise, not only you, but I will also be in trouble! Do you understand?"

Professor Quirrell nodded: "I understand! Don't worry, Erwin, I won't let you get hurt! I will do my best to protect you!"

The corners of Erwin's mouth curled up: "Thank you, Professor Quirrell! Believe me, you are a very qualified professor! No, to be precise, you are the most qualified professor in my heart!"

Qi Luo's eyes instantly turned red.

"The most qualified professor?"

Professor Quirrell wanted approval, always had.

Otherwise, why venture into the Dark Forest?

Doesn't he know that the Dark Forest is a paradise for dark creatures like vampires, witches and werewolves?

Is this their slaughterhouse?

Professor Quirrell was well aware of this, but in order to improve himself, he still resolutely entered the Dark Forest and eventually became like this.

You really can't blame him, he's tried his best.

All he did was to be a qualified and convincing professor.

God knows how difficult it is for him, a Ravenclaw, with no bloodline, no family, and only his own hard work to get to where he is today. And he just wants to be a good teacher!

It was so touching, Erwin almost cried!