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Perhaps, the Elder Wand made of elder wood possesses immense power in bestowing death.

However, it is certainly not the ideal choice for wandmakers. At least, in Ollivander's eyes, a wand crafted from black walnut is the most loyal and impressive of all wands. It exhibits exceptional talent and amplification across all types of spells.

Nevertheless, while black walnut wood is aesthetically pleasing and boasts superior overall attributes, it is also the most difficult to control.

"Miss Kaslana, I must remind you that black walnut wands have a distinct quirk: they cannot effectively reconcile internal conflicts. If their owner engages in self-deception, their power will be significantly diminished."

Alina gripped the wand tightly in her hand, weaving through the burning trees, using blasting spells to repeatedly drive Voldemort away from the severely injured unicorn. The words Ollivander once spoke involuntarily resurfaced in her mind.

Firmly upholding one's inner convictions is no easy feat.

For often, your initial simple thoughts are not the optimal solution and can even lead to unnecessary troubles and disputes. Compromise is always the easier option in such situations.

For example, for Alina, she could have chosen a safer and more rational approach, coldly observing the unfolding tragedy, waiting for the Old Carrot and Old Potato to arrive as reinforcements... At least in most people's eyes, letting a unicorn die and engaging in a desperate battle with a dark wizard is clearly not an equivalent trade.

Undoubtedly, if she wanted to stop Voldemort from killing the unicorn, Alina had to act.

However…

The fight against Voldemort, or rather, against Quirinus Quirrell, was more challenging than she had imagined.

Although in the original story, Harry seemed to inflict powerful, concentrated sulfuric acid-like damage simply by touching Professor Quirrell's exposed skin, Alina had no protective spell from her mother.

Even if he was caught off guard by a [Potent Blasting Curse], and even though Voldemort could only exert limited power while clinging to the back of Quirinus Quirrell's head, Professor Quirrell did not instantly lose his fighting ability under the curse's attack, as Alina had anticipated.

"Come out! You little rat hiding in the dark!"

The black-robed wizard uttered a low, hoarse roar, accompanied by heavy guttural sounds—as if his trachea had been punctured in several places, or like a cornered beast driven to madness and bloodlust.

Quirinus Quirrell's severely wounded chest and abdomen displayed terrifying gashes. The hastily treated wounds oozed blood with each breath. If it were any other normal wizard, the pain from such injuries would have made it impossible for him to even grip his wand tightly.

However, Quirinus Quirrell was not the only one in control of this body.

The successful ambush in Salzburg some time ago had led Alina to underestimate several factors, such as the high degree of magical resistance that adult wizards may possess against curse attacks, as well as the vitality of wizards when facing fatal attacks.

After the initial bewilderment, Voldemort quickly took control of Quirrell's body.

As the male wizard waved his wand, a substance like silvery metal adhered to Quirrell's wound, which reminded Alina of the magical silver arm Voldemort bestowed upon Peter Pettigrew in the fourth book, *Goblet of Fire*.

Then, the battle began to become difficult.

Even as Alina constantly shifted her position, it became increasingly difficult to evade Voldemort's relentless barrage of spells.

Endless Transfiguration spells, fire snakes, and beams of magical light relentlessly destroyed the surrounding bushes. Alina had fewer and fewer covers to rely on for her guerrilla warfare. Her pantyhose and shirt were riddled with holes from low-hanging branches and thorny vines.

Although Voldemort could only use Quirrell's magic now, the second-generation Dark Lord's dueling experience was more than enough to overwhelm most ordinary Aurors in the magical realm, let alone a budding first-year student.

You must know that, compared to Gellert Grindelwald, who was accustomed to using large-scale war magic, Voldemort relied purely on single-point damage spells to carve his way through the entire British magical world, achieving the title of the most terrifying Dark Lord of the century.

Fortunately, however, Alina's goal was not to directly kill this Dark Lord.

In fact, if Voldemort had not been about to raise his wand to kill the unicorn that had lost its power to resist, she might have tried some gentler methods, such as throwing a stone or something.

In fact, after a period of engagement, Alina had clearly realized that with her current magical abilities, it was simply impossible to break through the *Protego* that [Voldemort-Quirrell] had cast around his body.

Relying on magical damage to defeat an experienced Dark Lord was still too early for her at this time.

However, this was not a major problem for her, as she only needed to use spells to keep Voldemort pinned down in this area, waiting for reinforcements from Hogwarts Castle to arrive.

This kind of safe and harmless magic combat practice was too rare for her.

At this moment, a small golden figure suddenly darted out of the bushes diagonally opposite, stumbling and staggering through a scene of devastation, running to the side of the large unicorn lying on the ground, emitting a mournful and anxious whimper.

Alina frowned as she glanced at the little unicorn nuzzling its papa (or mama?).

She suddenly thought of another serious issue, one that she had been subconsciously ignoring—the seriously injured large unicorn might not survive until the rescue arrived.

And the only solution at the moment…

"Pause, no more fighting."

Alina thought for a moment, gently squeezed the triangular-eyed necklace that had been hanging around her neck, took a deep breath, walked out from behind the dense forest in a dignified manner, and said to the black-clothed figure standing in the center of the forest farm with exceptional calmness.

"Well... continuing to fight won't lead to any results. You can leave, I'll tentatively consider this your win."

"So it's you..."

Looking at the silver-haired little girl who suddenly appeared in front of him, the black-clothed figure couldn't help but be stunned.

Quirinus Quirrell, or rather Voldemort, had never imagined that the hateful opponent who had been going back and forth with them earlier, and had even almost driven Quirrell to the brink of death, would actually be this first-year little girl.

"*Protego!*"

In the next second, the black-clothed figure unhesitatingly raised his wand and released a *Protego* around himself again.

He had an especially vivid impression of this little girl who had almost cleaved the Great Hall wooden doors with a dining knife not long ago. More terrifying than this little girl's magic was her strength, akin to a giant in her infancy.

"Ur."

Ignoring the black-clothed figure beside her, who was facing a formidable enemy, Alina walked very naturally to the side of the severely injured unicorn, squatted down, extended her hands, and a cloud of white, hazy healing light enveloped the deep and long wound, gradually beginning to heal it.

However, compared to its effect on humans, runic magic was noticeably slower in healing magical creatures.

"A futile effort..."

Alina heard the black-clothed figure's cold, grating, and hoarse voice, like the harsh sound emitted from a broken record player, which made her feel particularly uncomfortable—undoubtedly, this was not Professor Quirrell's original voice.

"Sacrificing your life for such a beast is foolishly naive... Sure enough, those valued by Albus Dumbledore are mostly such mindless fools."

The black-clothed figure said slowly, squinting at the little girl crouching on the ground not far away, diligently healing the unicorn.

If Alina had been hiding in the dense forest earlier, it would have been somewhat troublesome for him. But when Alina appeared in front of him, this threat was almost reduced to zero—whether it was the girl's extraordinary magical power, or her terrifying strength, once he was on guard, they posed no danger in Voldemort's eyes.

After all, in terms of magical attainment alone, Dumbledore was far more troublesome than Alina; and in terms of strength and brutal personality, Voldemort, who had once recruited giants as his henchmen, had countless ways to deal with these animals who only knew brute force.

"Sorry, I never thought persisting in one's beliefs was a foolish thing."

Alina gently patted the little unicorn beside her and replied casually, "It's rare to have such a little guy who isn't afraid of me. Since I can spend a little effort to fulfill its wish, I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

"Interesting. I thought you would say that because you wouldn't sit idly by as I killed an innocent life."

Voldemort, hidden in the black hood, narrowed his long eyes and said with considerable amusement.

With absolute advantage, Voldemort was not in a hurry to kill this little witch who had offended him—killing a fearless child held no enjoyment for him.

"I am a chef, and in my eyes, all lives are equal."

Alina shook her head, while concentrating on healing the unicorn under her, and replied calmly as if chatting about mundane matters.

"I respect life, but that doesn't prevent me from consuming or obtaining potion ingredients. There is no contradiction between the two. So, if your goal is only the unicorn's blood or hair, there are many scattered on the ground around here."

"I see, outdated Druidic magical doctrines?" The black-clothed figure couldn't help but let out a cold sneer.

"You're wrong. I helped it because I wanted to save it. It's that simple."

Alina stood up, stroked the pure white unicorn whose breathing had gradually stabilized, cast a glance at the disheveled black-robed figure in front of her with a look mixed with pity and disgust, and gently curved the corners of her mouth, saying softly.

"As for if you insist on getting a reason..."

"Because, I am, Alina Kaslana."

Touching the disdainful and pitiful expression in Alina's eyes, Voldemort felt a wave of annoyance rise in his heart involuntarily, as if he had seen a mirror image of himself, equally loathsome arrogance.

Strictly speaking, there were not many similarities, but it made him suddenly lose the desire to mock—for some reason, Voldemort even felt that he had always been the mouse played with by the cat.

"A nonsensical answer. If that's the last thing you want to say in your life..."

The black-clothed figure's voice was filled with deep impatience, and he raised the wand in his hand, aiming it at Alina.

"Too bad, your story ends here, Alina Kaslana. Because you presumptuously offended the greatest existence in this world. But rest assured, these two unicorns will soon meet with you..."

Alas…

However, facing Voldemort's level wand, there was not a trace of fear in Alina's eyes. Instead, she gently sighed, swept her eyes over the black-clothed figure with a look full of pity, and said unhurriedly.

"I remember I said earlier that I would allow you to escape and not actively pursue you. Now I'm giving you one last chance."

"What an annoying little brat, you don't even know what death is..."

The black-clothed figure, or rather Voldemort, snorted with a mocking laugh, the tip of his wand gradually lighting up.

In his long life, facing the threat of death, there were those who knelt and begged for mercy, and those who fought to the death, but this was the first time he had seen someone who couldn't see reality when death was at hand.

"Do you know why I took action? Because from the very beginning, I knew..."

Alina shook her head helplessly, stretched her wrists, and revealed a devilish smile.

"... Maybe I can't beat you for now, but similarly, you can't beat it either."

Before the black-clothed figure in front of her could finish speaking, the girl directly reached out, pulled out a bewildered three-headed puppy from her bulging chest, held it in her hand, and shook it triumphantly at Voldemort.

Undoubtedly, Quirinus Quirrell might be a relatively good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

However, as a mere mortal, he definitely could not beat a fully grown three-headed dog. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of extracting secrets from Hagrid—directly flattening the place with destructive curses would have been the correct approach for a villain.

According to Grindelwald, the reason why three-headed dogs were the most beloved pets of ancient wizards, and why they were called messengers of the underworld, was that their most important magical characteristic was—immunity to instant-death magic.

Not to mention, on the current timeline, the enhanced Cerberus, Fluffy, was more than twice as powerful in terms of lethality and durability compared to the original ordinary three-headed dog.

"Hmm?! This is your reliance? Ha."

Voldemort was taken aback at first, then let out a disdainful cold laugh.

"*Avada Kedavra!*"

A dazzling green light flashed.

At the same time, Alina raised the rapidly growing dog in her hand, aimed it at the black-clothed figure in front of her…

And threw it with all her might!

"Fluffy! Bite him!"

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"