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Fighting is actually no stranger to Fish.
It is true that after obtaining that strange little light bead, Fish has never been threatened again, but before swallowing that little light bead, he was not as smooth sailing as he is now.
Fish lost the protection of his mother cat when he was very young, for reasons he can't remember.
What he can remember is that he was rummaging through the trash cans for leftovers discarded by humans. He was robbed of food by other cats that were bigger than himself, and he could only survive night after night hungry. A small territory, fighting with others of the same kind was covered with bruises, hiding in the damp and cold sewer after the failure, silently licking the wound
Even after swallowing the small light beads, Fish has also fought with him. When he is hunting, the prey will not resist. When he encounters some stronger guys, Fish will still be injured.
So fighting or something It's not like he hasn't experienced it before!
The little cat's eyes gradually became fierce, and the state of the whole cat was completely different from before¡ªthis was the aura of a predator.
"Meow¡ª¡ª!"
Fish let out a mournful howl, rushed towards the black-robed monster like a sharp arrow, and launched an attack on his own initiative.
The sharp claws scratched the Iron Armor Curse again, but this time Fish did not retreat, but continued to wave his claws, hitting the Black Robe Monster's Iron Armor Curse repeatedly.
Under the blessing of several druid spells, although Fisch hadn't been able to break through Voldemort's Iron Armor Curse, the tremendous power on his claws made Voldemort involuntarily back again and again.
"Armor protection! Retreat the enemy three feet!"
Voldemort, who was frightened and angry, strengthened the crumbling Iron Armor Curse on his body, and at the same time cast a repelling curse on Fish, and at the same time stepped back quickly, trying to get out of Fish's attack range.
Fisch, who was highly concentrated, had already dodged aside while Voldemort pointed his wand at him, avoiding the attacking spell. Voldemort also took this opportunity to distance himself from Fisch.
However, before Voldemort could cast other spells to suppress Fisch, he saw the large tabby cat suddenly speeding up and pounced in front of him again.
Fisch, who had fully unleashed his wildness, instinctively cast the most suitable spell without even thinking.
Another series of claw strikes forcibly interrupted the spell that Voldemort was about to cast.
Whenever Voldemort managed to cast a spell, Fish would use his quick speed and dexterous steps to easily avoid the lights of different colors, and then he would go up again and face the man in black. It clawed and kicked again, and opened its mouth from time to time, trying to bite the opponent's throat.
Although they couldn't hurt Voldemort, they stumbled and staggered.
The Dark Lord felt aggrieved. If it wasn't for the fact that he had so little power left and this body was such a waste, how could he not be able to handle even a slightly special Animagus.
If you are in good condition, you don't need to say any spells to cast such a few simple spells, and you don't need to deliberately pursue the standard of movement when waving the wand. Just a silent cast can make the life of the Animagus in front of you worse than death.
Or, like Professor McGonagall did at the opening dinner, it would be easy to conjure up a large number of animals to suppress Fish by numbers.
However, now, due to his own state and Quirrell's ability, he has to work so hard to deal with a first-year little wizard.
Voldemort secretly hated, and his desire to be resurrected as soon as possible reached its peak at this moment.
Fisher, who had the upper hand, was unreasonable, and activated the soft stone technique to make the ground muddy. Voldemort did not expect that the freshman Animagus in front of him could also master the ability to cast spells without a staff. Unprepared, his feet directly into the floor.
"damn it!"
Voldemort gritted his teeth, and immediately made a decision. He first strengthened the Iron Armor Curse on his body, then resisted Fisch's attack, and pointed his wand at the ground
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
An orange-yellow light that seemed to be burning shot out from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and flew directly to the floor between himself and Fish.
"Boom¡ª!"
The floor under their feet exploded violently, and the violent explosion sent Fisch and Voldemort flying.
"Meow¡ª¡ª"
Fish fell heavily on a cat climbing frame, let out a scream, and the cat climbing frame under him also fell.? Smash into a pile of pieces.
Even if he had the protection of the tree skin technique and bear's tenacity, the powerful spell just now had successfully hurt Fish. The bloody but innocuous flesh wounds were nothing. The key was Fish's internal organs. I was injured by the explosion just now, and two or three bones were broken.
On the other hand, Voldemort's own situation was not much better. The Iron Armor Curse on his body was already crumbling under Fisch's attack. In addition, he had cast several spells back and forth, which was not good for the situation. For him, it is already a great consumption. After this explosion, he will lie in bed for at least a few days
Fortunately, this body does not belong to him, and the subsequent sins should be handed over to Qi Luo, a waste.
"Ahemdamn Animagus, damn cat!"
Voldemort forcibly swallowed the blood rushing to his throat, struggled to get up from the ground, and looked at Fisch in the distance with vicious eyes.
Except for the time when he failed inexplicably to murder the Harry Potter family, Voldemort had never been so embarrassing even in the face of Dumbledore, whom he feared the most.
Under Voldemort's sinister gaze, Fish also climbed up from a pile of broken logs, and stared back at Voldemort with a fierce look in his eyes.
The endurance of cats is very strong, so even if there are serious injuries on his body, Fisher can still show that there is no serious problem.
"ha¡ª¡ª!"
Fish ignored the pain coming from his body, arched his body again, and let out low growls at Voldemort.
He didn't know what was going on with that dark guy, because he was completely covered by the black robe, only a pair of eyes that occasionally flashed red light were exposed, and since the appearance of the man in black robe until now, Fisher hadn't been able to get out of the other person's body. Smell the slightest smell, as if the other party is a stone.
Therefore, Fisher did not choose to continue to attack, but put on a threatening posture to the greatest extent to force the opponent back. At this time, Fisher did not notice that his body seemed to swell a little, and the inside of him The bones and muscles have also faintly changed.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes, feeling the pain from all parts of Quirrell's body, as well as Quirrell's wailing in his mind, and silently chose to retreat.
Of course he wasn't worried about Quirrell's body. Voldemort didn't care about this kind of useless subordinate. He even made up his mind from the beginning that when he got the Philosopher's Stone, he would just discard Quirrell's pawn.
The reason why Voldemort chose to retreat was very simple. His state no longer allowed him to continue using the spell.
Although it is embarrassing for the majestic Dark Lord to be forced to retreat by a first-year freshman, Voldemort cherishes his life more than his dignity. Moreover, he was once defeated by a baby in his peak state, and he has become inhuman and ghostless. So losing to Fish now is not an unacceptable thing for Voldemort.
Fish stared fixedly at the black-robed eccentric, watched him slowly walk backwards to the door, opened the door behind his back and exited the Room of Requirement, and finally relaxed his tense nerves.
Turning his head and looking around, Fisher slowly walked to a cushion, shrunk his body and lay down on his stomach, then stretched out his tongue to silently lick the wound on his body.
It had been a long time since there was a death fight. Although his body was full of scars, Fish didn't feel much sadness. The smell of blood constantly stimulated his sense of smell, but made him feel a little excited.
It's a pity that I didn't see the appearance of the black-robed weirdo, and I didn't smell his body, otherwise Fish would want to seek revenge on him after his injury healed.
Feeling the physical pain, Fish licked the wound again.
I don't know how long it will take to heal. There are many plants in the fat aunt's greenhouse that can heal injuries. Let's take a rest before picking some to use
Just when Fish was licking his wound and thinking about how to heal his wound, a new piece of knowledge came to his mind.
Able to continuously heal the wounds on the target.
"Meow?"
Fish shook his ears, and launched the rejuvenation technique on himself without hesitation.
Green light surrounded Fisch's body, the wounds on his body were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wounds in his body were also constantly getting better.
After a while, Fish fully recovered.
"Resurrect meow!"? (¡ñ¦µw¦µ¡ñ)?
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