090 There is always a brain-dead person who cant figure it out
Anton held the wand tightly, rubbed it, and finally sighed deeply, inserting the wand back into the hidden buckle on his arm.
It can't be killed.
Even though the old wizard killed so many people, he was on the edge of society, a chaotic place like a quagmire.
No one would care about the people there dying in the mud ditch. Only some evil dark wizards who needed some materials would help dispose of the corpses.
In the serious wizarding world, every human life is valued.
It was impossible for him to kill Quirrell. There were too many retroactive spells in the wizarding world to ensure that he could not escape the investigation.
Likewise, Snape couldn't have killed Quirrell.
It was impossible for Snape to kill a professor at Hogwarts just because he planned to steal something.
What's more, he probably also doubted whether Quirrell was working for the Dark Lord. If he took a heavy blow at this time, there would be no room for negotiation when he actually faced the Dark Lord in the future.
simply put.
The three people present appeared to be murderous on the surface, but secretly they were riding a tiger, and their emotions were heightened to this point, making it very difficult to handle.
Breaking the situation...
Hey.
Anton is good at it!
"Quirinus Quirrell..." Snape drawled again, looking at the guy on the ground with cold eyes, and raised the hand holding the wand.
At this moment, the little wizard stood up.
He opened his hands to block Quirrell's face, looking like he was ready to die.
"Don't fight! Don't fight anymore!" the little wizard screamed heartbreakingly, and the cry in his voice echoed in the corridor.
"You are all my dearest professors. You are all so knowledgeable. Why do you choose to fight?"
"Is there something that we can't sit down and reason with?"
He didn't get involved accidentally, he was called here by Professor Voldemort.
If Voldemort hadn't died.
Oh, he won't die that easily.
Then Anton will have to give Voldemort an explanation.
Look, this is what Anton told Voldemort. I saved this scum Quirrell in front of Snape. Isn’t that interesting!
"Go back to your dormitory, or I will let you leave Hogwarts tomorrow." Snape's voice was faint, obviously intending to put away the wand and temporarily stop this meaningless fight.
Okay, idol, I love you. Great, you can leave now.
Nice!
Look, everyone is smart and sober-minded.
Great!
But it’s true that some people’s brain circuits are just abnormal!
Quirrell has always felt that he is weak and timid. He was always laughed at and bullied when he was studying. Even when he became the Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts, no one looked at him seriously.
But he always does extremely bold things. He went to Albania alone to search for traces of the Dark Lord in an attempt to become a master.
In this way, he let the Dark Lord possess him and kept wandering in front of Dumbledore.
he!
Not for the faint of heart!
At this moment, he looked at Snape's sarcastic eyes, which said 'spare your life', and looked at Anton's sultry expression, which said 'I saved your life'.
Dog life'.
This situation severely stabbed his poor and fragile self-esteem. To put it simply, it broke his defense.
Blood surges.
Snapped!
A snap of the fingers.
Countless ropes appeared out of thin air and lifted him from the ground.
Countless ropes flew towards Snape.
Countless ropes rolled up Anton and threw him maliciously towards the chasing three-headed dog.
Die, all die!
"Ha." Snape looked at the ropes and sneered. With a flick of his wand, all the ropes disappeared, and his backhand was like a divine blade.
"Boring..." Snape stared at Quirrell coldly, "circus tricks."
Quirrell trembled, and his expression turned stern, "Snape, I'm not afraid of you!"
Woo hoo hoo, the two started fighting.
Quirrell was not particularly strong, but all kinds of weird spells gave Snape too much trouble.
Things were not going well for Anton. He bumped into the three-headed dog, and one person and one dog rolled to the ground.
Oh, I have to say that the dog’s belly is very soft and warm. Anton stood up holding the three-headed dog’s belly, swallowed, and looked at the three heads that were bigger than a drum washing machine.
"Heh... hello." Anton tried his best to show a kind smile, "Hagrid and I are good friends, you..."
The canine teeth are interlaced and the saliva flows freely.
Dogs see all madness and violence.
He arched his back and growled.
Oh my god~
Roar~
The three heads bit down at the same time, as if they were going to tear him into three pieces at the same time.
At this time, it was too late to release the spell. Anton's expression froze, his body changed rapidly, and countless wolf hairs grew out of his body.
His body became taller and taller, with thick arms and thick feet.
Anton even followed the power of transformation and hit the dog's neck with an uppercut.
Woo~
The three-headed dog was knocked backwards for a while.
Reaching 9 feet tall (2.7 meters), after incorporating the magical image of dragon skin, his skin becomes extremely tough, and...
He raised his arms in surprise, then looked down at the muscles on his body.
Huge knotted muscles cover the entire body. If the werewolf hadn't had a few extra joints, some people would believe him now that he was a bear.
The three-headed dog quickly lowered its head and bit down.
Three heads were too much of an advantage. Anton dodged two heads, but did not dodge the third one.
His shoulder was bitten by the three-headed dog.
Can……
He turned around and looked in surprise. No matter how hard he bit the huge dog head, it didn't even break the skin, and not even a single wolf hair fell off.
"Roar!"
The other two dog heads attacked again.
Anton supported one with one hand, tightened his muscles, and held it firmly.
Then he kicked hard, and his huge feet were like a crane, sending the three-headed dog flying out and slamming into the stone wall of the castle.
Seeing that the three-headed dog was about to pounce on him, Anton's heart moved.
What kind of three-headed dog do you want to shoot? Shoot a chicken!
Quickly assess the situation.
The most critical situation at this time is to find a way to leave this ghost place as quickly as possible and reasonably.
These two professors fight as much as they like and do whatever they want!
He has done what he can do.
There is no way, there are always some idiots who can't figure out the situation.
He thought everyone was smart.
sigh.
Seeing that the spells they used were becoming more and more cruel, the corridor was only so big, so the chance of being accidentally injured was extremely high.
The three-headed dog pounced fiercely!!
He was knocked down, and he held the three-headed dog's head with one foot and two hands.
"Don't come over, don't come over." The little wizard's cry was extremely frightening and pitiful.
The young wizard's shrill screams attracted Snape's attention. He had no intention of killing him, but Quirrell's spell was like a dog-skin plaster.
Waving his wand to fend off Professor Quirrell's annoying and messy attacks, he quickly retreated to Anton.