After returning to the hut to clean up the test bench that Draco and the others had messed up, he pulled out a very long list and slapped his lovely roommate hard on it. Anton got a perfect amount of money.
Although his small vault was already filled by Mr. Rozier.
But this is different.
Anton had to take care of the twins' emotions. If he took out too many gold coins for no reason, the Weasley cabin would completely become his, and the twin brothers would become wage earners.
This will only sour their relationship and is not a wise move.
He doesn't have much desire for money, and he values the relationship between these two cousins who get along well.
Draco's money is a good investment for the Weasley Cottage, and the twins can finally enter research with more adequate conditions.
To be precise, it was a study by three people.
Anton can always find new ways to solve problems that no one else has thought of.
The twins seemed to see the same kind, "We are indeed brothers!"
So under the leadership of these two cousins, Anton also began to come into contact with a brand new field - the art of manufacturing magic items.
Look, it’s not bad to have two brothers like that, right?
Oh, sometimes he also has to take care of Ron, his little cousin.
"She was like this, waving her wand, her feathers fluttering gently, and looking at me with a haughty look." Ron was obviously in a bad mood, and he took a sip of juice angrily, "No wonder everyone can't stand her.
"
Anton picked up the fried chicken legs on the long table, dipped them in ketchup, and took a hard bite. Steam came out of the crispy skin.
"So, you made her angry again?"
"What do you mean again?" Ron's eyes widened.
Harry, who was sitting next to her, was obviously worried, "I just saw her crying. Maybe we shouldn't say that to her."
"So what!" Ron hesitated, a little uneasy, but still said firmly, "She must have noticed that she doesn't have any friends!"
"Hmm~~" Anton took a hard bite of the fried chicken leg again. I have to say that the cooking skills of the house elves in Hogwarts are definitely at the level of young masters, delicious!
He gently put the chicken leg bones on the plate, picked up a paper towel and wiped his hands, "You are wrong, she has friends."
Ron and Harry both looked over.
"Hell, I've never seen it before!" Ron's eyes widened.
Harry thought for a moment and nodded vigorously in agreement.
Anton looked at them helplessly, "It's you two, but now the boat of your friendship has capsized. She really has no friends."
"..." Ron and Harry looked at each other.
"I'm going to class. There's a spell class in the afternoon. I happen to have a lot of questions to ask. I'll see you at the banquet in the evening."
Today is the day before Halloween.
There will be a Halloween dinner in the evening, and everything in the restaurant is decorated in colorful colors.
Jack-o'-lanterns float above the seemingly roofless restaurant.
The food is richer than usual and the presentation is more exquisite.
Then Professor Quirrell ran in in panic and said to Dumbledore, "The troll...is in the underground classroom...thought you should know."
Paji.
He fainted and fell to the ground.
Trolls are not ordinary things. It would be strange for Professor Quirrell to find a random piece of rubbish to distract from Dumbledore's mission of guarding the Philosopher's Stone.
According to the classification of the Ministry of Magic, trolls belong to the XXXX level of dangerous magical animals. At the same level, there are also Dumbledore's phoenix, Newt's bird snake, and the centaur in the Forbidden Forest. Most wizards cannot see it.
The invisible beast (the old monkey in Fantastic Beasts 2), the griffon, etc.
It has thick skin and rough flesh, strong resistance to magic spells, and extremely lethal power!
Magical Creatures are introduced in the first grade of the course, and everyone knows how terrifying these things are.
Suddenly, all the students screamed in panic and ran around.
"Everyone, be quiet!"
A majestic and thick voice sounded in everyone's ears.
Dumbledore looked at everyone seriously, "Prefect, lead the students from your college to the dormitories immediately!"
After giving the instructions, he took the professors to search the castle.
Snape stared at all this, turned around and left through the back door.
Harry Potter stared closely at Snape's back, and finally turned to Ron and told Ron that Hermione didn't know about the troll. The two brave Gryffindors began to bravely travel to the ends of the world to find their friends.
Everything is like a silent drama.
A fleeting glimpse unfolded in front of Anton.
There was no disturbance in his heart.
Troll?
This kind of magical animal can really make Ron knock it out with a stick using the levitating spell. That would be really crazy.
Replace it with a griffon or phoenix of the same level and let Ron knock it over?
If Dumbledore hadn't been behind this, Anton would have eaten his brain on the spot!
"Haha~"
"good luck!"
He walked out with the crowd.
At this moment, a voice with an elegant tone sounded next to his ear.
"You are cold-blooded."
"!!!" Anton seemed to be under a petrification spell, and slowly turned around and looked at Professor Quirrell.
Your scene in the restaurant is over, right?
At this time, you should quickly find the magic stone, and then come back as soon as possible to show off.
Why are you chatting with me?
"I like it very much." Professor Quirrell raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He didn't know when he climbed onto the chair next to the long table and sat down, staring at Anton with cold and teasing eyes.
Snapped.
His hand gently rested on Anton's shoulder.
"Quirrell is a fool. I need someone smart and astute to help him. My dear student, you will definitely know how to do it, right?" Quirrell looked at Anton and licked the corners of his mouth.
"But the principal just asked us to go back to the dormitory." The obedient little wizard was obviously afraid of the principal.
Professor Quirrell stared at him and gently squeezed his hand on his shoulder, "Don't let me down."
Okay, Lao Fu, you win.
Professor Quirrell returned to his timid and panic-stricken look, looking a little surprised as he grabbed Anton's shoulders.
sigh.
Anton helped Professor Quirrell up and said, "I'll take you back to the office."
"Great." Quirrell nodded.
Until he left the sight of the crowd, Professor Quirrell pulled out his wand and waved it gently. Anton could feel a wind wrapping around his body.
Simple walking becomes much faster.
Professor Quirrell looked at Anton deeply and said, "Let's hurry up."
Take the lead and walk towards the castle stairs.
Anton squinted at Quirrell's back. He actually had a plan all along. If Voldemort attacked him, with his insights into the fine-tuning of the soul, he might be able to try to completely lock Voldemort in Quirrell's body.
This idea has been tickling his mind for a long time.
Just now...
He touched the magic bracelet on his wrist and pursed his lips.
They arrived at the fourth floor corridor very quickly.
Quirrell clenched his wand nervously, glanced at Anton who was hiding far away in the corner, and curled his lips. The master also said that this little wizard would be useful. Haha, he is not just a coward!
He, Quirinus Quirrell, will get the Philosopher's Stone tonight!
He will resurrect the Dark Lord tonight!
He is the biggest contributor!
With longing for a better life, he forcefully opened the door where the magic stone was stored.
"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"
A magic spell quickly shot over from another corner!