Anton did not go to the Forbidden Forest immediately. Yes, he was not that well-behaved.
He was waiting for Lao Fu's final warning. This silent resistance would prevent Lao Fu from thinking that this student could get whatever he wanted.
He has always been good at this kind of delicate situation.
As he established the theory of the trinity of "self, soul and body", many spells became interesting.
Even the Charms class and Transfiguration became interesting.
It's like observing these things through another perspective.
He knew very well that now he had reached the deepest point he could explore and reached a certain level. He was unable to explore upwards. The only thing he could do was to expand horizontally.
For example, thoroughly master ‘Elf Eyes’, ‘Wizard Eyes’, and ‘Grindelwald’s Research’.
There are also the 'Iron Armor Curse' and the 'Cruciatus Curse' that are burned into the soul. This old wizard's last drop of knowledge is about the so-called 'spell slot'.
Spell slots are very tempting.
But Anton did not dare to rashly try what a dead man taught him.
In particular, the old wizard was killed by him because his body was on the verge of collapse. Anton suspected that this kind of messing around with the soul was the reason why the old wizard's body collapsed.
He needs more knowledge.
Take the class seriously, learn every useful knowledge, and lay a solid foundation.
He is only eleven years old!
He is just a young wizard who has been attending a magic school for half a year.
Anton has enough patience.
Anton is patient, Chiloco is not so patient.
After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell stopped Anton and took him into the woods outside the school.
Forbidden forest!
"Now, immediately, immediately, go in and get the blood!" Quirrell's face turned pale, and the timid expression on his face became distorted, "You promised to make the potion!"
Anton just stared at him coldly.
In the vision of the wizard's eyes, he found that Voldemort was in a worse state, and another huge crack appeared in the overall color block.
At the same time, more and more black lines extended from the cracks and submerged into Quirrell's body.
Obviously, Voldemort is hurting Quirrell's body, and Quirrell's body is hurting Voldemort's soul in turn.
Just like a ball being stuffed into a glass bottle, the force of the rebound pushes the glass bottle until it almost breaks, and the ball is also scratched by the glass fragments.
This is an interesting observation. Anton creates chance encounters every day to allow himself to record Voldemort's state.
Opportunities like this are rare.
"Stupid Quirrell..." Anton looked at him with a sneer, "If you hadn't destroyed my broomstick, I would have gone in long ago. Now I can only ask others to buy it for me. This is not easy, a first-year student.
You're not allowed to own a broomstick, and the person who helped me do it violated school rules. You can't expect it too soon."
Quirrell was obviously choked, and his expression twisted, "No, that's my broomstick!"
How many days and nights, through ups and downs, have been accompanied by that broomstick!
Anton looked at him expressionlessly, turned around and left.
At this moment, a sharp voice came from Quirrell's hat, weak and low, "Anthony, help me catch a rune snake! I need to change my body occasionally, when Dumbledore is not at school.
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Anton stopped, was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, "I'll go when the broomstick arrives."
His brain is working rapidly.
Will he switch to the rune snake when Dumbledore is gone?
In other words, he has a magic spell that blocks other people's detection, and he needs the help of a human body to release the wizard's magic power?
Also, why a rune snake?
He couldn't help but think of Nagini.
If I remember correctly, Voldemort's wandering spirit state was possessing various animals, especially snakes.
So, why snakes?
Anton found this information extremely useful.
When he first traveled through time, he was barely surviving under the old wizard's hands. He relied on his insight to explore the old wizard's habits and weaknesses bit by bit, and finally found a solution.
"Runest?"
Anton's eyebrows raised slightly.
…
…
"Wow~"
When Anton returned to the Weasley cabin, he heard George and Fred yelling on the second floor.
Following the sound, I walked up and was shocked to find a ridiculously ugly and weird-looking rag doll stumbling on the ground.
"Anton, come and take a look, Hannah found something interesting."
Anton stared at the doll in confusion, well, it still felt weird.
Under the vision of the wizard's eyes, inside the doll's Gothic style clothes, countless black silk threads like spider webs were twisting in the body like blood vessels.
"!!!"
This weird scene instantly reminded Anton of Voldemort and Quirrell.
"this……"
Anton pointed at the doll in disbelief, "What is this?"
"This is a ball of black hair peeled off from the mandrake. It is attached to my rag doll. Anton, I didn't mean it." Hannah looked at him carefully.
The little girl's eyes were red and she looked like she was about to cry.
Neville quickly explained from the side, "We were dealing with the jumping pea pods, using the 'Pulp Separation' spell you taught me, but I happened to be talking about something to distract her, and Hannah's spell accidentally hit your vagina.
A mandrake came up."
Neville's face clearly showed fear, but he manfully walked up to Anton holding the mandrake pot, "We accidentally killed it, Anton, I will compensate."
Mandrake looks a bit like a misshapen ginseng, with green leaves on top and a human-shaped stem in the soil.
Moreover, it is the kind that moves, and its screams are extremely sharp and can cause death.
But now, this mandrake is lying limply in the pot, seemingly completely lifeless.
This mandrake was found with the help of Rozier, mainly because its leaves are used to study Animagus.
If the leaf in the mouth fails, you can immediately pick one and continue the operation.
"No need to compensate, it's a small thing. You should be lucky that she just missed the herb. If it missed you, you would really be 'separated'." Anton casually grabbed the leaf and pulled out the mandrake.
The grass looked twice and then casually threw it into the fang-filled mouthparts of an elephant-eating vine on the wall.
Neville and Hannah looked at each other with some fear.
George and Fred were holding their wands and gently nudging the doll, as if they were playing with a cricket.
"A rag doll that can move on its own is really an interesting discovery." George exclaimed in amazement.
Fred thought thoughtfully, "I think it can be used in many places. I like this fluffy ball of thread."
"I'm afraid not." Anton waved his magic wand and made the rag doll float in front of him.
"Mandrake is rare. It is difficult and costly to cultivate this kind of plant. It is even more difficult to cultivate ramets by yourself." He shook his wand and let the black plush balls in the doll's clothes grow.
Float out.
To be precise, it cannot be called a plush picture.
It was like the tails of countless tiny nematodes were tied together, and all the black threads were twisting rapidly in mid-air.