"The spell that restrains the Scarecrow Curse is the 'Restore Human Shape Curse'. This spell also restrains werewolves and all human transformation spells." Voldemort looked at Anton jokingly, "You showed your heel foolishly, my student."
"Transform into a viper? Transform into a werewolf? And that trick that I couldn't do with you last time, transform into an invisible animal, an invisible beast? Or something else, it doesn't matter."
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he stood up gracefully.
"You are very smart, you must know what I am going to say. All your proud transformations will disappear with just one 'restore human form spell'!" Lao Fu walked around the office, laughing wildly and unbridledly.
.
He elegantly took out the wand from the wizard's robe, held the wand in his palm with a unique gesture, and pointed it at Anton while shaking it.
The little wizard swallowed and looked very frightened.
He grabbed the armrest of the high-backed chair with all his strength, gripping the armrest with such force and force that his knuckles turned white and his veins were exposed.
He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from uttering some cowardly pleading words.
Voldemort's eyes were full of amusement.
"I understand you very well. People like you must regard me as a simulated opponent. It's like I was thinking of ways to defeat Dumbledore back then."
Voldemort walked around the office lightly, walked slowly behind Anton, put his hands on his shoulders, and chuckled.
"What can we do? All our efforts are like a joke in front of him."
"Right, you must be thinking so now."
"I feel just as desperate as I did back then, haha."
Anton was silent and didn't say a word.
"You have listened to so many of my lectures, and you must have a good understanding of the difficult living environment of ancient wizards. Transformation is a promising research direction."
"Wolf's poison, vampire bat poison, various blood curses, various transformation curses, these problems left over from the research of ancient wizards, no one has the ability to solve them anymore."
"Do you know why?"
"Because of the 'Restore Humanoid Curse', yes, because of the emergence of this spell, all transformation magic has become a joke. No one is researching in this direction anymore, and all wisdom has been cut off."
"A curse ruined the entire genre. It's a very interesting history."
Ah, yes, yes.
You are right.
The only problem is, I'm no longer under the transformation spell.
What to do?
It’s so annoying, haha.
Oh, don't worry about the inner activities of the ecstasy, Anton quickly weaved a series of emotions to show in his mind.
——It’s over! Barbie has Q! Why didn’t I think of that!
--what to do!
--I am so surprised!
A wand pressed against the back of his head, "So, such delicious food finally allowed me to unlock the kitchen door, what should I do?"
Anton stood up slowly, turned around, and stared at Voldemort coldly.
"Death is a great adventure..."
"My dear professor, you always run away from death. You may never understand this truth."
With a calm tone and a calm expression, Anton has an indescribable calmness and calmness.
Since you are no longer able to resist, then die generously and walk calmly, at least leaving some dignity.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes gently.
At this moment.
There was only one sentence in his heart - come on~ be happy~ I have waited for a long time and finally waited until today~
Delicious? Haha, come and eat it quickly!
The atmosphere has been set up here, what are you waiting for?
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Lao Fu's laughter is particularly magical.
Anton slowly opened his eyes and looked at Voldemort calmly.
"The humanoid restoration spell is a very complicated, off-the-wall, and very difficult spell. You may search for countless opponents, but you won't find anyone who can do this spell."
Voldemort squinted his eyes and spoke in an aria.
"But you have to remember, you must remember, I can, I can!"
Voldemort gently patted Anton's shoulder, "I need the blood of magical animals, a lot, a lot!"
"Go to the Forbidden Forest, collect more blood, put away your act of pretending to be a good guy, and drain every magical animal dry!"
"If you can't satisfy me, I will swallow your soul, occupy your body, and do it myself."
"You should know that now that I have cracked your invisibility, you have no room for negotiation."
hehe.
Do you think I'm afraid?
If you really want to devour my soul, I can't ask for it more.
The little wizard looked panicked and trembled with fear, which made Voldemort laugh even more crazily.
Lao Fu gracefully walked back to the armchair behind his desk, leaned back leisurely on the chair, and gracefully raised his right hand to support the side of his face.
"Anthony..." Voldemort stroked the wand in his hand.
"I'm getting tired of this kind of class. You have to be useful enough to let me know the need to impart knowledge to you."
Hahaha.
Do you think I don't know?
If you didn't hold your head up, you would be weak and fall to the ground now, why are you pretending to me?
Under the vision of the wizard, Anton was surprised to find that a dark green crack appeared on Quirrell's body again. He could vaguely feel the meaning of this magical image - the pain of tearing the soul, the heart-breaking pain.
bone.
A piece of parchment flew out from the shelf and landed lightly on Anton's hand.
"This is the magic potion that Quirrell drank before. I got the formula. I went to the Forbidden Forest to find magical animals, draw blood, and refine it. I need to see the finished product!"
"Don't push me to that point, my student."
Voldemort's tone was gloomy.
Anton was silent for a long time and nodded.
He could not be afraid of Voldemort's intention to devour him, but he also had to consider that the professor, who was gradually going crazy, would suddenly cast a killing curse on him.
He still couldn't defeat Voldemort, he was very clear about that.
"If this can help you." Anton raised his eyes from the parchment and looked at Lao Fu, "Professor, I will help you."
"Very good~"
Voldemort raised his hand gracefully, "Then go."
"???" Wu Cao, what about today's class? Anton stared at Lao Fu and found that he really couldn't hold on any longer.
Such a bad state.
He smacked his lips and left with some regret.
The office door is closed.
Voldemort was left alone in the darkness.
In an instant, Voldemort stopped possessing him and returned to the back of his head.
Quirrell reoccupied his body, and he was immersed in endless pain. He wailed and rolled off the seat, rolling on the ground.
His face was extremely pale, and his body was dripping with cold sweat.
He gritted his teeth, "Lord...Master, I may not be able to bear your possession anymore!"
"I know!" Voldemort screamed from his hat.
"This terrible body can't contain my soul at all!"
"Anthony..."
"Why weren't you scared just now? His invisibility spell wasn't a transformation spell?"
"He's not afraid, I know that, I know that!"
Since knowing that Anthony can modify his memories and thoughts, Voldemort has been too lazy to use Legilimency, which is not a 100% effective spell.
After all, Anton behaved so strangely, acting like a normal person when he should be scared.
But Voldemort knew Anthony too well, or he was referring to his own school days - he would be afraid when faced with a scary teacher. But if his life was threatened by a teacher, he would only think of ways to fight back instead of killing him.
Fear.
That reaction shouldn't be to close your eyes, but to quickly pull out your wand and cast a curse!
He now relies more on his rich life experience to see people, and he has enough experience to make judgments - Anthony was not afraid at that time.
This is the reason why he didn't devour Anthony's soul immediately!
He can smell danger.
"Quirrell, be careful Antoine!"
If Quirrell hadn't been in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he would have cursed loudly.
You didn’t teach him! Yes, you taught him enough to resist! Oh, now you tell me to be careful?
What did you do early?
It’s just a hole in the head!
I have long objected to your teaching him!
Quirrell imagined that Voldemort had a pit in his head. Oh, what kind of picture would that be? A sunken forehead, or a sunken nose?
This must be interesting.
This malicious fantasy finally brought him a little bit of comfort.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that the Dark Lord was very good at Legilimency.
Quirrell suddenly burst out with a shrill roar, and his body that was lying on the ground suddenly straightened up and shook non-stop.