Chapter 87: Beating Down Voldemort!  

**Little Voldy, You're Not That Impressive After All~** 

"You fool! Turn around this instant!" 

The raspy voice of Voldemort, who was possessing Quirrell, forcefully controlled Quirrell's body, making him turn around. 

Immediately after, he reached out with his skeletal, stick-thin hand and removed the turban from his head. 

From a distance, Dylan could already tell that the turban probably reeked to high heaven. 

Good thing Voldemort didn't have a nose. 

Otherwise, wouldn't he be suffocated by the stench? 

As the turban was removed, a bald, shiny scalp was revealed—along with an ugly face growing on the back of Quirrell's head. 

**"Freguis!"** 

With a swift motion of his arm, Dylan summoned the counter-curse for Fiendfyre, gathering magic from all directions to form a protective barrier in front of him. 

The roaring flames surged toward him, only to crash into an invisible, icy wall. The moment they made contact, the fire began to rapidly disintegrate before his eyes. 

"Hmph, that's all?" 

The raging inferno dimmed until only a flickering tail remained. 

However, just as Voldemort thought he had successfully neutralized the Fiendfyre, the tail of the flame suddenly twisted and transformed. 

Despite being battered by an invisible gust of wind, shrinking and flickering wildly, the fire refused to be completely extinguished! 

**"Roar!"** 

The dragon-shaped Fiendfyre struggled tenaciously, its deafening roar shaking the air. Though reduced in size, it remained blazing hot and, in its final form, became a small fiery dragon that charged straight at Voldemort. 

**"What?! How could anyone wield Fiendfyre at this level?!"** 

Voldemort's snake-like eyes widened in shock. 

He had no time to think—he could only frantically control Quirrell's body and dive away. 

Quirrell, feeling the scorching heat behind him, instinctively wanted to dodge. 

But Voldemort was also forcibly controlling his body, resulting in an incredibly uncoordinated mess— 

One moment, he staggered left; the next, he flailed to the right in panic. 

**"You idiot!"** 

Voldemort was so furious his nonexistent nose itched—it almost felt like he was about to grow one. 

With a sharp flick of his wand, he propelled himself several meters away. 

**"Boom!"** 

The shrunken Fiendfyre dragon crashed into the ground, its flames spreading before surging toward Voldemort once again. 

**"Freguis!"** 

Voldemort swung his wand once more. 

The counter-curse was finally able to extinguish the last remnants of the Fiendfyre completely. 

**"Tsk tsk, little Voldy, you're not so great after all!"** 

Hiding beneath his Invisibility Cloak, Dylan laughed so hard his chest trembled as he watched Voldemort's pathetic state. 

If Quirrell had used other types of magic in a head-on battle, Dylan might not have been able to defeat him. But… competing in Dark Magic? 

The current Voldemort was no match for him! 

**"Master, I've located him. Leave the rest to me!"** 

Quirrell raised his voice. 

Voldemort snapped, **"Then hurry up and deal with him, you fool!"** 

Quirrell quickly wrapped his turban back around his head. 

Watching this exchange between the so-called Dark Lord and his minion, Dylan cackled. 

**"Is Voldemort really the Dark Lord? Even Snape insults people more creatively than him! 'Fool' seems to be his favorite word!"** 

He lightly flicked his wand and cast a Voice-Changing Charm on himself. 

**"So, you're Voldemort? Little Voldy, you're not that impressive after all!"** 

Quirrell had just secured his turban when he heard Dylan's rough voice, startling him. But he quickly realized—the opponent was merely mimicking Voldemort's voice. 

**"How dare you! Do you even know who my master is? How dare you imitate his voice?!"** 

**"Heh heh heh~"** 

Dylan burst into laughter. **"You two are unbelievably dumb. I bet your brainpower combined is still smaller than the amount of earwax you've got!"** 

**"Honestly, even a donkey could teach you and your 'master' a thing or two!"** 

**"What did you say?! How dare you insult my master? Who are you?! Hiding like a coward—if you have the guts, show yourself!"** 

Dylan snorted. **"Your master's face looks like expired pickled herring. Or maybe like someone who fell off a broomstick and smashed into a wall—like his face got into a traffic accident. Why would I waste my time showing myself to that mess?"** 

Quirrell gritted his teeth so hard he nearly cracked them. 

**Who the hell was this guy? How could he be so foul-mouthed?!** 

Which Death Eater betrayed them? 

Who dared to talk like this in front of his master?! 

**"You must die here. I won't let you ruin my master's grand plan!"** 

Quirrell's eyes burned red with fury. He furiously swung his wand and roared— 

**"Avada Kedavra!"** 

A surge of wicked, chilling magic erupted. A sickly green light shot from his wand, streaking toward Dylan like a venomous serpent. 

**"Hmm, weak spell control, unstable energy flow… You're seriously trying to show off with this?"** 

Dylan didn't move. He stood firm, facing the Killing Curse without a hint of fear. 

With a smooth and decisive motion, he lifted his wand. 

**"Avada Kedavra."** 

A blinding green light erupted from his wand tip—darker, more sinister, and even deadlier than Quirrell's. 

The two Killing Curses collided midair. 

A violent explosion of energy sent shockwaves rippling through the air. A shrill, ear-piercing shriek echoed as the green light scattered in all directions, distorting the surrounding space. 

**"Boom!"** 

Both curses exploded into oblivion—but remnants of Dylan's curse still remained, surging toward Quirrell. His eyes widened in horror, and he barely managed to dodge in time. 

**"Who… who the hell are you?!"** 

Quirrell clenched his teeth, his gaze shifting to the dying unicorn nearby. Its blood, thick with malice and curses, pooled on the ground. 

**Damn it! Damn it all!** 

This wretched Dark wizard—why wasn't he kneeling before his master in reverence?! 

Why was he trying to kill them instead?! 

Did he… did he want to become the new Dark Lord?! 

Weighing his options, Quirrell bit his lip hard. 

"You reckless fool! When my master is fully resurrected, you will pay dearly!" 

As Quirrell's words fell, Dylan raised an eyebrow. 

The other party seemed ready to flee. 

"That won't do—I haven't maxed out my Crucio mastery yet." 

Quirrell appeared to be preparing a teleportation spell. 

In the next moment, his body gradually dissipated, transforming into a dense black smoke. 

Dylan extended his wand from beneath his invisibility cloak, pointing it forward slightly. 

**"Crucio × 10!"** 

**"Crucio × 10!"** 

**"Crucio × 10!"** 

**"Crucio × 10!"** 

**"Crucio × 10!"** 

There was no time to cast each curse individually, so Dylan unleashed fifty of them all at once. 

In an instant, eerie green streaks of the Cruciatus Curse shot out from the tip of Dylan's wand, racing toward the black smoke with terrifying speed. 

The spells traced bizarre trajectories through the air, leaving long, ghostly trails before striking their target in succession. 

**"Aaaahhh—!!"** 

Quirrell's piercing screams shattered the silence, sharp and agonizing. 

Even though he had already turned into black smoke, the pain remained just as intense. 

At the same time, Dylan heard another voice. 

"You're even dumber than a brainless mule! Argh! Get out of here!" 

The black smoke hesitated in pain but did not stop. Instead, it sped up, disappearing into the depths of the Forbidden Forest in the blink of an eye. 

At this moment, the Forbidden Forest was shrouded in twilight. The intertwining branches and leaves cast fragmented shadows upon the ground. 

Dylan, having just unleashed fifty Cruciatus Curses, felt an intense strain on his mental strength. 

Although he had found a way to resist the negative emotional effects of dark magic, he couldn't escape the toll that powerful spells took on his mind. 

A sharp pain shot through his head, as if countless steel needles were piercing his brain. His vision swayed, and he nearly lost his balance. 

Reaching out, he steadied himself against a nearby tree, closing his eyes tightly as he furrowed his brow. It took him a long moment to recover before he slowly opened his eyes again. 

"Looks like I need to ease up on my Divination studies. Every prophecy I make drains a huge amount of my mental strength. And now, just casting fifty Cruciatus Curses, along with Fiendfyre and the Killing Curse, has given me this intense headache." 

After taking a moment to regain his composure, Dylan's gaze swept across the surroundings before locking onto the unicorn lying on the ground. 

He cautiously approached, his footsteps light. 

At this moment, remnants of the dark magic he had just cast still clung to him. 

Although Dylan himself was unaffected, the oppressive aura surrounding him was something all living creatures could sense. 

Of course, this wasn't entirely due to his own presence—it was the lingering dark magic in the area that had wrapped around him. 

After all, not only was Dylan immune to the mind-corrupting effects of dark magic, but others also couldn't detect the dark magic within him through conventional means. 

But to the unicorn, it looked like this floating wand had just engaged in a brutal dark magic duel, and now the even more terrifying figure was approaching it… 

A glimmer of fear and despair flickered in the unicorn's eyes. 

Its body trembled as it tried to inch away, but its injuries left it too weak to move. Its nostrils flared rapidly as it let out weak, panicked whimpers. 

Dylan blinked and gently twirled his wand in the air. 

The unicorn's fear deepened. 

But in the next moment, a soft blue light flowed from the tip of the wand. 

The unicorn felt the warmth of the magic touch its wounded neck. 

It had already resigned itself to death, but to its shock, its injuries began healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. 

The blood that had been continuously flowing out gradually stopped. 

As the pain subsided, the unicorn's gaze flickered with surprise, and the terror in its eyes slowly faded. 

This dark, terrifying wizard… wasn't going to kill it? 

*"Neeeigh?"* 

A trace of confusion and gratitude flashed through the unicorn's eyes. It stopped struggling and quietly lay on the ground, allowing the floating wand to complete its healing spell. 

Dylan crouched down, extending a hand from beneath his invisibility cloak to gently stroke the unicorn's mane. As he did, he subtly plucked a few strands. 

"You poor thing." 

This time, Dylan didn't use Voldemort's voice—he spoke in his own. 

He had no fear of anyone using tracking magic to investigate what had just happened. 

With his magic, he could completely erase his presence. No one would be able to trace his spells, making him practically invisible to the world. 

The unicorn felt a slight tug on its back. A strange tingling sensation made it pause. 

Did… did some of its hair just get pulled out? 

Its gaze shifted to the empty air where the hand had been. 

But there was nothing there. 

…Maybe it was just its imagination? 

*"Child, I have a small request."* 

Child? 

Despite losing a significant amount of blood, the unicorn was no longer in critical danger thanks to Dylan's treatment. 

It lifted its head slightly, staring at the small, youthful-looking hand. 

And then, upon hearing the voice… 

Who was the *child* here, exactly?! 

*"Neigh!"* 

Dylan, sensing that the unicorn was no longer so wary of him, stroked its mane again. 

"I didn't expect to meet you here. As it happens, I need some of your horn shavings and a bit of your blood. It's very important to me—but I don't want to take cursed blood, tainted by fear or pain. Would you be willing to give me some?" 

The unicorn narrowed its large eyes. 

After a moment, it nodded. 

Dylan raised an eyebrow, pleased. 

"Then I'll go ahead, okay? Don't worry, I'll only take a tiny bit of your horn shavings. As for the blood… next time I come to the Forbidden Forest, if we meet again, you can give me some then." 

Looking at the already weakened unicorn, Dylan hesitated. 

Although unicorns had an incredible ability to regenerate blood, he decided against taking any right now. 

If anything, showing restraint might earn him even more goodwill from the unicorn. 

And if it agreed once, it would likely agree again in the future. 

Who knew? Maybe this unicorn would become his personal blood supplier. 

The unicorn paused, staring blankly.

It seemed surprised that this human so easily brushed past the sight of its blood, instead telling it to heal first and come back next time if there was another opportunity. 

Was this human not afraid that it wouldn't show up again and would just run away? 

The unicorn looked at the pair of soft, childlike hands before it, its gaze filled with curiosity and a hint of newfound affection. 

"Neigh~" 

The unicorn lifted its chin slightly, then lowered it again, pointing the horn on its forehead toward Dylan. 

Dylan understood the unicorn's meaning—it was giving him permission to proceed. 

He smiled slightly and suddenly took out a file. 

Then, he retrieved a small bottle and slowly began to grind the unicorn's horn. 

"I'll just take some horn shavings—I won't damage it. In fact, I can even help refine its appearance a little. I'm quite skilled at making things look better." 

Dylan carefully worked on the horn, filing a little from the left, then the right. 

Before long, his bottle was filled halfway with fine shavings. 

The unicorn's horn also seemed noticeably smaller. 

However, Dylan didn't hold the bottle up to show the unicorn. Instead, he kept it behind its head the entire time. 

Once he was finished, he put the bottle away and tossed the file back into his system panel. 

He patted the unicorn's head. "All done~" 

Looking down, he saw the large patches of unicorn blood on the grass, thick with malice and curses, still not coagulated. He paused for a moment. 

"Little unicorn, since this blood is already spilled and filled with dark energy, how about letting me take some? Don't worry—I won't drink it." 

"Neigh… Neigh?" 

The unicorn's eyes widened as if to say, *What? You want that too?* 

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