The designer of the third level is Professor Flitwick, a master of goblin blood and spells.
The Golden Snitch and the ‘Salute of Ten Thousand Bullets’ form a Gatling rain of bullets with automatic cruise.
With the energetic three-headed dog, the relentless devil's vine, and what he saw in front of him, Anton realized just how cruel this defense system to protect the magic stone was.
Obviously, this is all-out difficulty.
If the Harry Potter trio plays the entertainment mode of the novice tutorial.
With the arrival of Quirrell and Voldemort, it's really hell mode.
"You said it's easy?" Anton turned to look at Quirrell expressionlessly and made a gesture of invitation, "How about you come?"
Thousands of Bullets is a high-end magic spell that generally requires senior students in the fifth and sixth grades to master.
What's more, it basically means summoning some birds to attack, which is not very powerful.
"No!" screamed Quirrell's hat.
"Anton, come here!"
Anton's eyes turned cold, "This is beyond what I can handle. Teacher, do you want me to die?"
"Chacha..." Voldemort's strange smile was extremely harsh.
"You must be good enough to become my subordinate, otherwise you will either be devoured by me, or..."
Voldemort's voice turned cold, "...just die!"
Cold words, devoid of human emotion.
Anton stared at Quirrell's head closely, and finally smiled lightly, "Okay!"
He stroked his wand and said in a faint voice, "Professor, you should know that I am actually very grateful. Although you are very bad, I am still willing to help you."
"Senseless emotions!" screamed Voldemort.
Anton ignored him and continued, "I won't owe you anything if I help you walk to the mirror."
"After all..." Anton looked at Quirrell with a sneer, "With such a thing, it's a miracle that you can even walk in front of the mirror!"
silence……
Voldemort fell into rare silence.
"Armor for protection!" Anton cast an armor spell on himself, walked gently to the corner, silently looked at the broomstick in front of him, and then looked up at the countless keys.
"Hurry!" Voldemort screamed, "I can't wait any longer!"
Anton waved his magic wand, muttered something, and tapped his left hand gently, slowly and slowly.
Soon, a feather pattern of pink light appeared in his palm.
Then, he gently brought his palm close to the broomstick, and the magic pattern burst out with hazy light.
Take a hold of it.
call out!
Anton quickly shuttled up to the sky.
quick!
Extremely fast!
It's so fast that you can hardly distinguish anything with your eyesight.
The sub-dragon feathers have a great effect on the speed of broomsticks!
"I command you..." The wand waved, "Sparkle!"
A golden exclamation mark suddenly floated in the sky above one of the countless keys, and followed closely as the key flew.
call out!
call out!
The flying broomstick blessed with the magical power of the dragon's feathers is extremely fast, faster than the Golden Snitch. It is so fast that if it accidentally hits a wall, it will cause a car crash and death.
Anton has enough tenacity, no fear or panic in his heart, and is very stable.
He quickly darted through the flying keys and stretched out his hand to grasp them.
Got you!
All the keys stopped, and then the speed increased and they struck like bullets.
Circling, circling, quickly coming to the door, inserting, turning, and kicking Quirrell in.
Simple and neat!
Let go of the broomstick and roll in. The floating spell drives the wooden door to close.
Doo doo doo doo......
The wooden plank, which was obviously protected by magic, was still penetrated by the key, and was instantly broken into pieces.
But the keys did not continue to attack, and the wooden door recovered again after a flash of light.
It's like a stormy weather comes into your home, and when you close the door gently, everything calms down.
…
Behind the door is a huge hall.
A huge chessboard array appeared in the hall.
Anton fell silent, pursed his lips, and spread his hands helplessly, "I don't understand everything."
"Haha." Quirrell seemed to have regained his confidence and said loudly with a smile, "I'll do it, I'll do it. Slytherin can't do this kind of thing through conspiracy and calculation, so Ravenclaw has to do it!"
The corner of Anton's mouth twitched.
Very good, very energetic.
Not only did you mock me, you also mocked Tom Riddle.
You must know that Lao Fu's feelings for Hogwarts are as if he is at home. Slytherin is definitely a pure and holy place in Lao Fu's heart.
Anton looked at Quirrell, who kept talking rubbish, as if he were a mentally retarded person.
Laofu is very quiet.
But it was this kind of silence that made Anton know that Quirrell, this person, was dead.
Dumbledore wants to kill him, Voldemort wants to kill him, Quirrell, how do you live? You say? How do you live?
"You take the place of the knight." Quirrell rubbed his hands, looking very interested.
Anton smiled coldly, "I refuse!"
He simply disappeared into thin air.
"Xuet!" Quirrell stared sternly at the place where Anton disappeared, with an unpredictable expression on his face.
He originally planned to pass the chess game, but had no choice but to sacrifice the knight.
Anton fell gently and stood on the head of the Queen's sculpture, waiting for the change.
This was an opportunity to learn this ultra-high-end transformation technique similar to living sculpture. Unfortunately, he couldn't use the "Wizard Eyes" in the case of the "Color-Changing Wind Bird".
There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
He is extremely good at transfiguration, and will eventually have the opportunity to learn this technique at Hogwarts.
Quirrell is indeed worthy of being a Ravenclaw. As long as his IQ is online, he can easily win the chess game set by McGonagall in things like chess.
In fact, there are not many people in the wizarding world who are as organized and have strong logical reasoning abilities like him.
In other words, there are not many excellent wizards.
The more excellent you are, the further you go on the idealistic path, and the more you lose your ability to reason logically.
Because we believe that as long as we give the order, the chess game will solve itself!
The more you believe in it, the less bullshit moves you will need.
If Voldemort insists on Anton cracking the chess game, Anton's thinking direction must be towards 'cracking' the chess board, rather than winning a game of chess.
On the other hand, when Anton is looking at a game of chess and thinking about the next move, it means that he is losing his talent for magic.
Lose yourself from your essence and betray magic, and magic will betray you.
so……
Quirrell is extremely talented and controls the chess pieces with command and determination. In Anton's eyes, he is just like a weakling.
He has already gone astray.
Going against the path of magic.
Lao Fu was very quiet at this time, but Anton could imagine Voldemort's expression, contemptuous and indifferent.
"Hahaha……"
When the remaining chess pieces on the chessboard were bowing, Quirrell laughed wildly.
Anton jumped off the head of the Queen's sculpture.
"Did you see it? Did you see it? It's a piece of cake!" Quirrell was extremely proud.
"oh."
"???" Quirrell's entire face froze, "Oh?"
Oh, your size!
When I'm so excited, you give me an 'Oh!'
Anton continued walking straight ahead, followed by Quirrell's mocking voice.
"The next level is the giant monster. This is the most powerful mountain monster among several kinds of giant monsters, and it is the most powerful one in the group."
"Let me guess, is the werewolf you transformed into stronger than him? Or more aggressive than him? Or thicker and rougher than him?"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"What you call a werewolf is like a little chicken in front of it!"
"No one is better at dealing with giant creatures like me!"
"nobody!"
Indeed, the 4-meter-tall giant monster was enough to hide itself from the sky. Its arms were thicker than an adult wizard's waist, and it roared and charged at it while waving a huge wooden stick that was as thick as one person could wrap around it.
As he ran, the entire stone hall was shaking.
Looking at such a huge creature, everyone will tremble from the bottom of their hearts.
Anton rolled his eyes.
Snapped!
Snapped his fingers.
Countless traction ropes appeared, forming a stumbling rope under the giant monster's feet. At the same time, several ropes tied the monster's ears and pulled it to the ground with force.
Bang!
The giant monster's head hit the ground, making a huge sound, and with inertia, it viciously rubbed forward on the ground.
Finally, he stopped in front of Anton.
Anton didn't even look at the troll.
He took out a small glass bottle from his messenger bag and threw it to Quirrell.
Quirrell hurriedly caught it.
"Professor Snape set up the flame potion, drank it, and walked directly to the mirror." Anton looked calm, "My work is done."
"!!!"
Quirrell's face still had an expression of wild laughter, and he was frozen there.
Yes.
What he said is that no one is better at dealing with giant creatures than him, which is the pulling rope spell.
But this little kid seems to be walking ahead of him on the road of pulling the rope charm!
"..."
With a look of displeasure on his face, Quirrell uncorked the bottle and walked to the next level.
"I took the wrong bottle, that bottle is lethal poison!"
"!!!"
Quirrell turned his head in disbelief. No, he felt his head was starting to feel dizzy, and his stomach was burning. He quickly inserted his hand into his throat and held it.
Vomit, vomit, spit it out quickly, spit it out.
"Idiot!" Voldemort's ear-piercing scream came from the hat, "He's teasing you, can't you tell?"