Looking at that figure of Quirrell, faintly discernible in the mud and dust, a bit of expectation appeared in Link's eyes.
Although the wizards of this world also have strength differences due to the amount of magic power they possess and the number and quality of spells they have mastered, this difference mainly shows in terms of destructive power.
However, in terms of physical strength and defense, wizards have not found any particularly effective methods to improve.
Of course, it's not that there are none.
Some extreme wizards, like Voldemort, use human body modification spells or even human body transformation spells, making themselves possess defensive abilities comparable to magical creatures. But such modifications usually cause the user to become neither human nor ghost, so they're not widely practiced.
Under such circumstances, challenges across power levels among wizards are actually relatively easy to pull off.
Just like how in the original story the famous Death Eater Bellatrix was killed by Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley.
In terms of overall strength, Bellatrix definitely completely crushed Mrs. Weasley, who was a full-time housewife. But no matter how strong Bellatrix was, her body was still that of an ordinary human, so with just one careless mistake and getting hit by Mrs. Weasley's spell, she still couldn't escape death.
This was also one of the reasons why Link dared to come cause trouble for Quirrell and Voldemort. And now, everything was proceeding just as Link had planned.
But was Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort, really going to be killed that easily?
"Roar!"
As the dust gradually settled, Arkam, who had just pressed its head against the ground, suddenly raised its head and howled in pain.
Along with its movement, Link finally saw, inside Arkam's mouth, Quirrell was curled into a ball, shivering. However, around him flickered a black-purple glowing barrier. It was this barrier that was forcibly stuck in Arkam's jaws, preventing Quirrell from being bitten into pieces.
Without a doubt, this was Voldemort's doing.
But so what?
The current Voldemort hadn't drunk unicorn blood yet, and his power was so weak that he didn't even have a tenth of his peak strength.
Moreover, Arkam wasn't to be underestimated. As a millennium-old basilisk, it possessed one of the fiercest biological toxins in this world, and now, this transparent venom was slowly dripping down its fangs, quickly corroding that barrier.
Under such conditions, Quirrell and Voldemort wouldn't last long.
Quickly confirming the current battle situation, Link no longer hesitated and instantly raised his wand again.
"Sectumsempra!"
Whoosh~
A flash of white light flew out, accompanied by a barely audible whooshing sound, rushing straight towards Quirrell.
Still curled up, Quirrell remained unaware of the incoming danger. But the Voldemort at the back of his head wasn't that weak.
"Ha!"
A raspy shout rang out, and the black barrier surrounding Quirrell instantly exploded into a mass of dark light, directly shattering Link's Sectumsempra, and at the same time, forcefully blasting Arkam, who was tightly biting him away.
BOOM!
A powerful shockwave, along with a large amount of dust and branches, slammed into Link, forcing him to stop his attack on Quirrell.
Seizing this opportunity, the freed Quirrell collapsed onto the ground. Clutching his chest, he groaned in pain for a moment, and then quickly fixed a hateful gaze on Link.
Gritting his teeth, Quirrell picked up his wand that had fallen on the ground.
"Bombarda Maxima!"
Quirrell's voice was a little distorted due to the pain in his chest, but that didn't affect the spell casting.
A blood-red light projectile suddenly appeared and flew towards Link in a parabolic arc.
It had to be said, Quirrell, as an outstanding Slytherin graduate, did have some fighting ability. He chose this timing well, and his hateful strike wasn't weak either. Any normal wizard facing such an attack would have no way to resist it.
Unfortunately, Link wasn't ordinary. With the help of the Supersensory Charm, even with his vision blocked, Link still detected the high-energy magical reaction coming from ahead.
Without any hesitation, Link immediately pointed his wand at the source of the magic.
"Protego!"
Buzz~
A semi-transparent shield appeared at the critical moment, blocking the red projectile. Not only that, the moment the two collided, the shield burst forth with great force, bouncing the projectile back.
BOOM!
In Link's perception, the red projectile traced a narrow, scarlet arc in the night sky and fell into the distant forest, finally exploding with a loud boom.
At this moment, however, Quirrell didn't even turn his head as he darted into the pitch-black forest. From the beginning, he had never planned to fight Link to the death. The attack just now was only to buy time.
But, was it useful?
"Heh heh!"
Looking at the direction Quirrell disappeared in, a cruel smile appeared on Link's lips.
Although that round of attacks hadn't killed Quirrell, Link's initial Sectumsempra had definitely hit him. Due to the unique nature of Sectumsempra, Quirrell's wounds had no chance of healing anytime soon. And with such injuries, Quirrell couldn't get far at all.
Most importantly, Link still had Arkam. It must be known, snakes are natural hunting experts.
"Hiss hiss hiss~"
Without Link even needing to command, Arkam, having recovered from the previous attack, twisted around and lifted Link onto its back, then flicked its tongue and slithered in the direction Quirrell had fled.
Just as Link expected, upon entering the forest, he noticed spots of blood on the ground, thanks to the Supersensory Charm.
Following the blood trail forward, soon, a staggering, disheveled figure appeared in the sights of Link and Arkam.
"Ha! Sectumsempra! Sectumsempra! Body Explosion…"
Along with Link's loud shouts, white flashes shot out one after another. But Quirrell wasn't weak to the point of collapsing instantly. As a full-grown wizard, he also used Protego quite well.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Link's spells were all bounced back. Unfortunately, with Arkam's protection, and his anti-magic scales, Arkam wasn't afraid of such attacks at all. With just a raise of his head, he blocked the spells for Link without even slowing down.
Seeing this, the smile on Link's face deepened.
He had never expected those spells to actually hurt Quirrell, after all, Voldemort was shielding him.
What Link was doing now was just like wolves hunting a yak, slowly draining the prey's stamina, and then, once it's exhausted, killing it with one final blow.
As for Quirrell, who was now completely panicked, he naturally knew nothing of this. But Voldemort had realized the danger.
"Stop! You fool!"
Suddenly, Voldemort's hoarse voice rang out in Quirrell's mind, startling him so much that he almost tripped. This action made Voldemort even more furious, and he roared in Quirrell's head, "Let me do it! Give me your body! I will take action myself!"
"But… but master, your power hasn't yet…"
"Shut up, you fool! Give me the body right now! Or are you saying even I'm not that boy's match!?"
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