The sound of playing was faintly heard from outside the office door. This was the sound of the Weasley twins returning from nowhere.
Soon after, sparse footsteps were heard in the corridor.
Here are some students who got up early.
Voldemort's expression changed, he didn't know what he was thinking.
Quirrell still didn't give up, waving the rope and exploring the office bit by bit.
He actually had a guess, that is, Anton had escaped from here long ago and slipped away from under the eyes of the Dark Lord. But they were extremely stupid and put a spell in the office all night.
But he didn't dare to say anything or ask anything.
But the magic power is gradually drying up, and the handsome spellcasting performance of the past where he could snap his fingers to summon a rope is no longer there. It was a wandless spellcasting plus a silent spell. God knows how proud he is. Now he can only barely wave the wand to cast spells, and the rope can't be cast.
Become weak.
At this moment, Anton's figure appeared on the large chair behind the desk.
He was leaning on the seat, resting his elbows on the armrests, with his fists on his cheeks, as if he had just woken up, with his feet upright on the desk, looking at them lazily.
"You are indeed still here!" Voldemort looked at Anton coldly.
Anton shrugged and said with a smile, "Why can't I be here? You are the famous Dark Lord, the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard in history. How can I escape? But I am not incapable of protecting myself in front of you.
"
Rubbing his back against the armchair, Anton stretched out comfortably.
"I had such a comfortable sleep this time, Dark Lord, my professor, you see, I have a way to deal with you." Anton looked proud, "You want to swallow my soul, but, hey, guess what?
What's the matter, the moment you pounce on me, I will disappear."
Voldemort's eyes were extremely cold.
"You are indeed good enough. No one has ever been like this in front of me."
"Really?" Anton smiled brightly, "I feel very proud too."
They looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere in the office was extremely depressing.
Suddenly, Voldemort frowned, "Why are there all these messy characters in your mind?"
"Legilimency?" Anton grinned, "Occlumency is too difficult, I still can't learn it yet."
He tapped his head lightly with his slender fingers, "This is called memory sorting. It's a way to sort out memory and thinking. I put the computer program code on the outside." (Anton was a programmer in his previous life, as mentioned above.
Mentioned it before.)
"Hehehehe, Professor, are you afraid that you can't understand the code? According to the third of the seven rules of goblin memory, 'If you can't understand, you will fall into confusion.' You have to take a good look at these codes before you can enter the deepest part of my brain."
What is the code?
Voldemort said he couldn't understand.
Legilimency could no longer be a magic weapon to win. He could only stare at Anton coldly, "Then, why do you still appear in front of me?"
Oh~
Speaking of this, Anton doesn’t feel sleepy anymore.
He put down his feet and twisted his waist, as if his whole body was sore after sleeping in a bad posture. Then he stood up straight and bent slightly.
"My dear teacher, you just said that you are the person who knows the soul best in the world." Anton's eyes lit up, "I want to learn this!"
Voldemort sneered.
"The knowledge I taught you before has indeed fulfilled my dream of becoming a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but that's all. Using the time spent studying to influence the balance of your soul with magic spells is what I want most."
"I don't have any students. If I do, they must be dead."
"You..." Voldemort's eyes were extremely cold, "You will only become my delicious food."
Anton raised his finger and shook it, "No, no, no, I am of more use to you."
Voldemort said nothing.
"For example, the magic stone can resurrect you. Maybe you can use it to become immortal."
This was nonsense, but Voldemort still sneered. Not for the Philosopher's Stone, did he think he had to live under Dumbledore's nose when he was at his weakest?
"I can help you with useful help on the way to obtain the Magic Stone!" The sincerity on Anton's face almost overflowed, "Everything in the world has a price, and this is the tuition I paid."
"You don't have to rely on me!" Quirrell finally intervened, his screams filled with anxiety and anger, "Master can get the Philosopher's Stone just by relying on me! You don't need anyone else!"
He spoke very fast, banging like a machine gun, "I already know all the levels. I'm already cracking Snape's potion, and I also have the secrets to deal with Hagrid's three-headed dog."
, I also found information about Dumbledore’s mirror, I can go in and get the Sorcerer’s Stone by myself!”
Anton waited for him to finish with a calm expression, then said teasingly and calmly, "The premise is that there is a magic stone in it."
"!!!"
"!!!"
Voldemort and Quirrell expressed shock at the same time.
Anton spread his hands helplessly, "Why do you think Dumbledore wouldn't put the Sorcerer's Stone on his body? It's not particularly bulky and it's no safer than anywhere else on his body."
"!!!"
"!!!"
"Professor Quirrell, why don't you go grab the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore and present it to your master?" Anton's face was full of ridicule.
"..."
Anton smiled at Voldemort and said, "Professor, should you go grab it yourself?"
Grab the shit!
Voldemort cursed in his heart, and now he was completely confused - yes, why did he firmly believe that the Sorcerer's Stone was in that room?
Did Dumbledore say it himself?
Haha, is it true? He knew how cunning Dumbledore was, and he was also proficient in black magic. It would be the stupidest idea to really treat him as a dull gentleman.
"When Dumbledore put the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror, or whether the mirror contained the Philosopher's Stone or a pile of cockroaches, it all depends on his own will."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "And me!" Anton pointed at himself with a thumbs up, "Thanks to you, my dear teacher, I now have a good relationship with Professor Dumbledore
It’s amazing, I have a chance to know!”
"..."
Voldemort didn't answer, and Quirrell moved his mouth, finally not daring to promise what he could do.
The office fell into silence once again.
Finally, the noise on the stairs outside the office became louder and louder. Apparently, it was almost time for class.
Voldemort waved his finger gently, and the office door opened a crack with a click, "Get out!"
"Okay." Anton nodded with a smile and slowly backed away facing him. He obviously didn't want to expose his back to Voldemort.
Gently grabbing the armrest and pulling away, Anton took a deep look at Voldemort and was about to leave.
"It's better to come here on Sunday." Lao Fu's voice seemed a little hoarse.
"Okay!" Anton smiled, very brightly.
He walked out gently and closed the door gently, leaving only darkness in the office.
He took a deep breath and walked up the stairs against the crowd, meeting many students of the same grade greeting him.
"Hey, Anton." He nodded with a smile.
"Hey, Anthony." He smiled and nodded.
Go all the way to Dumbledore's office and enter through the monster sculpture at the door.
"Why are you looking for me now?" Dumbledore raised his head from behind his desk, his half-moon glasses flashing, "Merlin's beard, how come your magic power has dried up to this extent!!!"
Anton just gave a smile.
Bang!
Fainted and fell to the ground.
Dumbledore hurriedly walked out from behind the desk and exclaimed, "You are actually able to grit your teeth and insist on coming to my office in this state. You are indeed as tough as Fiennes said."