Time passed quietly, and Anton always felt that there was not enough time.
Yesterday Saturday, Snape took him to do an experiment on how to test the medicinal properties, functions, and characteristics of dragon lung. The extremely smooth operation method gave him more insights into the old wizard's previous manuscripts.
The pink, fluffy and round sub-dragon that Anton saw was actually the eighteenth sample sent from the dragon farm. Snape needed to keep it to test the overall reaction, so he could survive
Until now.
The other seventeen were completely dismantled into countless parts. This is already the third assistant-type practical class.
For the first time, Anton knew that testing the properties of an unknown potion material actually required so many steps.
The first is the magic spell. Since most magic spells have counter-spells and recovery spells, the first thing to experiment with materials is the magic spell.
The dragon lungs of this sub-dragon species have good adaptability to the spells of body size changes.
A drug that can be used instead of Polyjuice Potion to extend the duration of Polyjuice Potion.
It has an excellent stabilizing effect on the traceless stretching spell. Just adding a little bit will not only expand the space, but also have a good effect on the duration of the spell.
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In terms of curses alone, Snape listed dozens of records.
After that, there will be drug testing, physical testing, etc.
Anton learned so much that he dug out the old wizard's previous experimental manuscripts and read them all night after he came back yesterday.
Each time you study a little more and read these manuscripts again, you will gain more insights.
Seeing daybreak, he followed Draco and others to the large dining room on the first floor to have breakfast.
Of course, Draco couldn't eat more than a few bites normally, because he would soon start a fight with Harry Potter.
Anton was not in the mood to care about them. His brain, which had been working at high speed all night, became dizzy and uncomfortable.
But I have to go to Laofu later.
For this reason, he had to drink himself a bottle of homemade simple refreshing potion.
Oh, the smell was like smelly socks mixed with perfume soaked overnight. It was so irritating that I almost vomited out my breakfast in nausea.
But I finally got excited.
So, let's take a deep breath, and another deep breath, and another deep breath.
Anton hesitated for a long time by the stairs, and finally stepped forward and opened the door of Professor Quirrell's office.
"Good morning, Professor." The little wizard smiled brightly.
"Sit down!" Professor Quirrell, well, Voldemort.
Professor Voldemort sat elegantly behind the big table, his chair turned to the bay window next to him, and he squinted at the window.
Anton followed his gaze and looked out. At this moment, on the Quidditch pitch, the teams of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were competing fiercely.
"The cute little wizard is always so energetic."
"I didn't like the sport of Quidditch before, which obviously made me miss the most passionate fun at this age."
Anton didn't know what Lao Fu was like in normal times, but when he was a professor, he always talked a lot.
He won't interrupt at this time.
He would interrupt Lao Fu when he was most confused when learning knowledge. At other times, he would try not to speak and just smile.
"In 1894, there was a Quidditch team called the Appleby Arrows, and their fans celebrated by releasing an arrow with a wand."
The professor elegantly placed the wand in the palm of his hand and waved it gently. An arrow appeared out of thin air and hit the oak bookshelf at an extremely fast speed. The magic light shook and the arrow disappeared.
"That year, a fan's arrow shot referee Nugent Potts through the nose, so the Department of Magical Games and Sports banned the old practice."
"This record is from Chapter 7 of Quidditch: The Quidditch Teams of Great Britain and Ireland."
The professor turned his head and stopped looking at a cute little Gryffindor boy.
"Today we are going to talk about this arrow spell."
"Ancient magic and modern magic are almost completely different systems. They have advantages and disadvantages in their respective fields."
"Modern magic is more powerful and easier to master. It allows us to quickly enter the palace of high-end magic spells."
"Ancient magic is more complex, more mysterious, requires more complex knowledge, and it is easier to penetrate into the essence of magic."
"If an ancient magic spell like the Arrow Curse is broken down into a modern magic system, first of all it is a flying spell, which is a kind of summoning spell. Secondly, it is also a high-end transformation spell and a branch of the summoning spell."
Anton was confused, "The transformation spell is a summoning spell?"
"No, it's not." The professor smiled and shook his head, "Some transformation spells have touched the field of summoning spells. It is often difficult for us to clearly distinguish which system a spell belongs to."
He waved his wand again, "Birds flock!"
A group of little birds flapped their wings and flew out from the tip of the stick, flew around the office, and flew out of the open window.
"This is a high-end transformation spell and a kind of summoning spell."
"Going back to the Arrow Curse, aside from the appeal, it's still a curse."
"The same principle as the Arrow Curse is also an ancient rune spell. In ancient times, spells were rarely named. The main function of this spell is to separate the bones and flesh of animals."
"When the Ministry of Magic was founded, this ancient curse was prohibited from being used on living creatures. Later, harsh laws were enacted against this curse."
The professor raised a sarcastic smile on his lips, "The only ones authorized to use now are slaughterhouses, but most of the slaughterhouses now use enslaved goblin workers, and they don't need this magic spell."
"Then, let's learn to use this spell while explaining the principles behind the Arrow Curse and the Flesh-Fine Separation Curse."
There was a flash of light.
An iron cage appears on the oak table.
There were thousands of rats inside.
Anton swallowed, twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled with some difficulty, "Okay... okay."
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Anton came out smelling of blood and feeling nauseated.
Blood soaked his wizard robe, and even after using the 'clean up' spell, Anton still felt as if his whole body was soaked in rich blood.
No!
Not just blood.
There was even a mouse spine that fell into the pocket of his wizard robe. God knows how disgusting he endured to take the mouse spine out.
There was even a time when the spell failed, and the whole mouse exploded, and its face was covered in plasma mixed with pieces of meat.
It was Anton who developed extremely strong toughness and kept his expression straight in front of Voldemort.
Yes, he couldn't show a cowardly expression in front of the dark lord with a joking face.
More elegant, right?
Isn't it better than being calm and composed?
You, Lord Voldemort, are not afraid of dragging his remnant soul right under Dumbledore's nose. Although I have a relatively low-end experience, I am still clearly wandering between life and death.
Anton's expression was extremely calm.
I even deliberately weaved a thought in my mind - Oh, I love the taste of blood so much, no, I can't show it in front of the professor!
As a result, Professor Voldemort's attitude became much gentler, and he switched from watching plays to giving guidance.
It's different with guidance. Sometimes the casting of ancient magic spells doesn't follow the three elements of magic at all, and everything is weird.
Until late at night.
After Anton returned to the dormitory, he lay on the toilet and vomited for half an hour, almost vomiting out his stomach. After taking a long bath, he lay down on the bed in a daze. It was difficult to distinguish whether he was asleep or not.
Passed out.
The study process is really difficult.
It was completely different from what he imagined in Hogwarts, where he would be relaxing, drinking tea and reading books!
But no matter what, as long as I can have a good sleep.