White light gushed out from the tip of his wand, building a bridge of light in mid-air and traveling very quickly towards the depths of Anton's soul.
"Hahahaha, Dumbledore is really old. He actually thinks that I only know black magic? He casts a spell to protect me. It's simply ridiculous."
"Huh?"
Voldemort's curse was in vain, and Anton disappeared without a trace before his eyes.
He raised his wand and turned quickly, his wizard robes fluttering, and he looked around coldly.
"You can't escape. I've placed a confinement spell here. You can't escape!"
"Reveal quickly!"
The light of the curse emerged, but Anton seemed to have really lost his trace.
"All curses come to an end!"
Still nothing!
"Impossible!" Voldemort roared angrily, and curses were released in the office.
"Restore human form!"
"Human signs appear!"
"Breaking the disguise!"
"Anthony Weasley summoned!"
"Anti-invisibility!"
"Impossible, you must still be here, I know, you must still be here!" The release of spells made him look extremely weak, and phantoms continued to appear on his face.
Finally, he let out a shrill cry and staggered to the bottom.
After a while, Quirrell stood up and looked at the wand in his hand blankly.
"Idiot, release the spell quickly and find Anthony, he is hiding in a corner of the office!" A sharp cry came from Quirrell's hat.
"Take off the headscarf, I want to see it with my own eyes!"
"Yes... yes... master." Quirrell replied in a panic.
He quickly dismantled the turban. It was wrapped so tightly that it hurt his head, but it could definitely prevent any possibility of falling off.
Voldemort's screams resounded loudly, and his curses continued, making Quirrell even more confused.
…
…
Anton did not leave.
He doesn't know how to apparate, and he doesn't have a better way to escape. Only when he faces life and death, many problems will be exposed.
For example, he was led astray by the old wizard's thinking - defensive spells plus attack spells are enough to face everything.
So he bought a broomstick.
Sure enough, he should listen to Dumbledore's advice and learn more about all kinds of magic.
Anton has now become a 'color-changing wind bird', a potion material that looks like a bird but is actually a spore colony.
This potion material is generally invisible to the naked eye, except that it slightly shows its figure under the invisible light of the Moropige crystal stone.
He didn't expect that even Voldemort couldn't detect this transformation spell. It was simply a magical skill.
This made him constantly re-examine the various skills he had learned, such as what Voldemort just said - how powerful it is to be a 5X dangerous level werewolf and a wizard at the same time.
He now flew to the lamp holder on the wall and stared coldly at the figure below.
"Reveal quickly!"
Quirrell waved his wand.
"Idiot, it's useless, don't use this!" Voldemort roared, a face appeared on the back of Quirrell's head, and he looked around coldly, "He must still be here, he can't run away, let him
Let me think about it, let me think about it..."
The quick reveal is actually useful. Anton's true face is revealed, but it is originally invisible to the naked eye.
"Use life detection!" Voldemort screamed.
"As long as he is still here, we will definitely be able to detect him, quick!"
Quirrell swallowed, holding the wand with a sad face, "I...I can't!"
Voldemort's expression was wonderful, he couldn't believe it, "You idiot, this is the most basic spell in war magic, and you don't know how to do it?"
"War... war magic?" Quirrell said that this was the first time he heard this name.
"Choosing you was my biggest mistake. How could you be so stupid!" Voldemort roared repeatedly. Their heads were so close that Quirrell felt his ears buzzing.
Then, Anton miraculously heard another magic lesson.
All kinds of whimsical reconnaissance spells were explained one by one by Voldemort, and Quirrell used them little by little.
It has to be said that Quirrell himself is indeed a powerful wizard with a solid foundation. He needs to learn and practice now without being too powerful.
But Voldemort became more and more irritable and gradually became weaker.
The wall clock on the wall was ticking, which seemed so harsh in this quiet environment.
An hour passed...
Two hours passed...
Three hours passed...
Four hours passed...
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Until, the sky outside the window gradually turned white.
Obviously, it's almost dawn.
By then, Anton's absence from class for no reason will definitely attract the attention of other professors, and if Voldemort is not ready to give up, he will also cause Quirrell to be absent from class.
This will draw everyone's attention.
Especially the sensitive Dumbledore!
But if he gave up and allowed Anton to take the opportunity to leave, Voldemort could guess that his student would definitely call Dumbledore!
Voldemort knew very well that Dumbledore would never allow him to harm his students. Once he found out, he would give up exploring the secret of his immortality and kill him again!
He was stuck in an unsolvable situation.
He felt that he was in a desperate situation and had already begun to think about whether to give up the goal of the Sorcerer's Stone and escape from Hogwarts before Anton could find Dumbledore.
Obviously the best situation is about to arrive!
Obviously all we need to do is catch this student, devour him, and resurrect him!
Then get close to Harry Potter and become his friend!
Then, by virtue of his status, he easily obtained the Philosopher's Stone, and could even kill Harry Potter with his backhand!
Look, he has everything planned out!
He almost succeeded!
But he was very aware of how unfavorable the current situation was. If Dumbledore took action and he was killed again, he might have to spend who knows how many lonely and crazy days in Albania.
He definitely doesn't want to have that feeling again!
So unwilling!
Quirrell was even more desperate. He was almost hysterical. He didn't know what kind of situation he would face next.
Azkaban?
Or...death?
Anton was not feeling well either. The color-changing wind bird he had transformed into was already slumped on the lamp stand. He only felt dizzy. The long hours of transformation made him feel twitching pain deep in his soul.
He might return to his human form at any time, so he could only grit his teeth and endure.
Compared with patience, he could do it, but compared with magic power, he felt that he was almost exhausted.
And the worst thing happened!
His soul had changed, and the old wizard's wand turned out to be quite handy, just a little less effective than the one he got at Ollivander's Wand Shop.
Now, because he cut off the soul of his original body, cleared away his burden, and released the curse, he is much more powerful than before.
One plus and one subtraction should have the same effect as before.
But it's really different.
He even felt like the wand was in conflict with himself.