"No, no, there's obviously something wrong here. According to what you just said, there should be a pause in the third byte, so that the maximum effect can be exerted!" Anton frowned as he looked at the blue flames changing patterns in mid-air.
Frowning.
"Interesting, have you noticed this?" Professor Quirrell smiled slightly, "This can indeed make the spell more powerful, but power also means instability, which requires the caster to maintain extremely high concentration at all times.
, most people can’t do this.”
After explaining the scarecrow curse, Professor Quirrell talked about the curse product of the scarecrow spirit and the content of the original rune spell.
Anton was so intoxicated that he completely entered a state of madness, interrupting the other party's teaching from time to time to ask questions, and sometimes even held objections.
Professor Quirrell was not annoyed, he still looked elegant, spoke softly, and could explain all the little wizard's questions in a few words.
"You seem to be studying something, and your questions are very biased!" The kind smile on Professor Quirrell's face became even brighter.
"!!!"
Anton finally came to his senses and tried his best to show a smile that was not embarrassing, "I just entered school, I am a first-year professor."
Quirrell smiled lightly and said, "Okay, the class is over and you should go back."
Anton stood up quickly. He thought for a moment and looked at Quirrell sincerely, "Thank you, Professor."
"Professor?" A smile broke out on Quirrell's face, he was so happy.
Oh, there is a difference only when there is comparison. Anton finally realized that the professor had been pretending to smile for so long.
"Well, professor, good night, goodbye."
Anton left quickly and walked quickly out of the office.
Anton stiffened suddenly. He had already grabbed the doorknob of the office door with one hand! He squeezed hard and finally let go.
Look back and laugh.
Smiling brightly.
"Professor, is there anything else you can do?"
Quirrell stood up gracefully and walked slowly closer.
One step, two steps.
It's the devil's pace.
Why, Anton felt goosebumps all over his body, and countless cold sweats broke out on his back.
Snapped.
Quirrell put his hand on his shoulder.
Anton felt that he must have been under a petrification spell, otherwise why would he be unable to move.
"As far as I know, you were studying Potions with Snape on Saturday?"
"Yeah." He nodded gently.
"Very good, smart students should study more." Quirrell patted his hand gently, "Come to my office on Sunday."
"???"
Walter?
Wojafak?
After leaving Quirrell's office, Anton fled at a sprint speed of almost 100 meters.
He felt that his life was unlucky, and every time he wanted to learn something he had to do it in such a thrilling way.
When we came out, it was getting dark unconsciously.
Walking aimlessly in the corridors of Hogwarts Castle, Anton fell into deep thought.
Yes, Voldemort does like to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
But this doesn't mean that he should have nothing to do and teach himself!
Anton doesn't feel good about himself. Like the fantasy novel he read in his previous life, the principal of a magic academy cried and begged him to teach him magic.
Definitely being targeted by Voldemort!
So……
What is it about me that Voldemort could target?
Anton is full of confusion. Apart from being studious and displaying his Animagus viper, he has done nothing since the beginning of school?
He really wanted to slap himself now.
You're the one with a bad mouth!
You are the only one who is eager to learn!
There are so many professors who don’t study, so why ask Professor Quirrell?
Go find Dumbledore now?
Yes, look for Lao Deng.
Anton looked stern, "I don't care what monsters and monsters you have, or what the plot of the original novel is, I will invite Dumbledore to suppress you today!"
Walking all the way up the stone steps, Dumbledore's office is on the top floor of the castle.
Anton gritted his teeth, feeling full of anxiety.
He was actually a little afraid of Dumbledore, mainly because of his background as a dark wizard's apprentice, his deep mastery of the Cruciatus Curse, and the fact that he had memorized hundreds of dark curses from the old wizard's diary.
The influence brought by the old wizard was not just knowledge. Anton was studying at Hogwarts during this period and deeply felt the difference between this place and the chaotic place at the bottom of the wizarding world.
Leaving aside Voldemort, the normal wizarding world is too comfortable.
He is like an old mercenary who has returned from a war-torn battlefield to a peaceful society, always so out of place.
Of course, he wouldn't worry about Dumbledore's Legilimency, nor would Voldemort, so this thing just seemed bluffing.
It can only read thoughts, and it can't even explore memories unless your thoughts are recalling a certain scene.
The old elf, Pedro, is a 'collector and explorer of time and memory', and he has some unique and clever tricks for playing with memories and thoughts.
There is no need to learn, Anton has been wandering in Pedro's mind for so long, and he has learned everything he needs to learn.
If Occlumency prevents people from exploring any information, the goblin's method allows people to browse through their brains at will, but what they want to see is what they want to see.
It can be said that Dumbledore and Voldemort's Legilimency can only read what they want others to read in his mind.
Some carefully designed and full of sincere content.
This thing works better than Occlumency.
Turning a corner in a hurry, Anton almost bumped into an adult wizard.
Take a closer look.
Hold the grass!
Professor Quirrell.
And it’s Professor Quirrell who smiles gracefully!
Where did this guy come from? How did he get here before me?
"It's not good for the little wizard to stay up late at night and wander around the castle."
Oh my god~
Anton swallowed.
"Hello, professor."
Smile, smile extraordinarily brightly.
"It was great to teach you the course you just taught. As the saying goes, I know everything about it, and I suddenly have some interesting insights into potions!"
This sentence is actually not a lie.
He inherited Fiennes's academic theory of potions and curses from the old wizard. He really had too many ideas popping up when he was listening to the lecture.
Anton pointed to the office door not far away, "I was just about to come over and ask Professor Snape."
"Yeah?"
Professor Quirrell smiled slightly, "But it seems to me that you intend to continue going up?"
"Ha!" Anton patted his forehead lightly, "Sometimes it's like this, I get lost in thought."
Tsk.
Only then did Anton realize that he was already breaking out in a cold sweat. The moment he patted it, he felt as if his forehead was as cold as a dead person.
"Professor, are you also looking for Professor Snape?"
The little wizard looked curious.
"Snape..." Professor Quirrell's face was full of weirdness, "No, I don't want to see him now."
"That's it." Anton saluted calmly, "Then, my dear professor, good night."
"Good night."
Quirrell squinted his eyes and licked the corners of his mouth, as if he was enduring some delicious food. He watched the little wizard walk forward quickly and knocked on Snape's office.
The wizard's robe was swaying slightly, and Quirrell walked calmly towards the corridor.
Hearing the roar of Snape who had been awakened, and the young wizard telling his thoughts excitedly, Quirrell raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Professor? Ha~"