Snape was about to rescue him, but Quirrell didn't take the opportunity to escape. He rushed over again as if he was jealous.
Lao Si pursed his lips slightly, sensing that Anton still had the strength to resist, he simply turned to Quirrell again.
His expression became serious, no longer the cat-catching-mouse look. The corners of his eyes were slightly narrowed, making Quirrell tremble in fright.
Snow, why did I get so hot that my head rushed up?!!
The atmosphere at this time was particularly delicate.
Snape didn't want to kill him. Quirrell obviously had some connection with the Dark Lord. He wanted to prevent the Dark Lord from resurrecting because Dumbledore said that Voldemort in the wandering spirit state would not be resurrected for a long time.
But if he is resurrected, if he kills Quirrell now, he will lose the space to maneuver.
Quirrell didn't even want to take action. Once the passion had passed, he was now scared to death.
"Stop fighting!"
The cry of the little wizard came from not far away.
"Stop fighting!"
"You are all my beloved mentors~~~~~"
"Why should I be here, watching all this!"
"Stop fighting!"
Snape raised the corners of his mouth slightly, waved his wand to repel the three-headed dog, and closed the door.
Anton panted and returned to his human form as if he was recovering from a disaster.
Then Snape twisted him up and gave him a big gulp of potion, "Go back to the dormitory and don't run around now!"
Anton looked at Snape, then at Quirrell, blinked, "Okay."
He disappeared from the eyes of the two people in a flash.
…
…
Take small steps!
jogging!
Speeding!
Using hands and feet, he rushed all the way to the dormitory.
Anton gasped as he sat on the stairs outside the common room.
Oh my god~
So exciting!
Anton's brain kept replaying the battle just now.
His research was successful!
The magical image of the fire dragon skin plus the werewolf successfully created a muscular version of the werewolf comparable to a black bear.
Its defense is comparable to that of a fire dragon, and its strength rises sharply.
Nice!
There is also a battle scene between the two professors.
The way the two sides used each other's spells just now was obviously some kind of silent spell, but the effect was excellent.
There was also Snape's extremely powerful curse. Even if countless layers of armor curses were continuously released on his body, he was still knocked away.
Thanks to Professor Quirrell for being a meat pad, otherwise he would definitely have suffered internal injuries from the huge impact.
In addition, Quirrell's spells are also very interesting, such as ropes, fireballs, hoops, fire lions... Those who know clearly that he is from Ravenclaw, but those who don't know think that he is from the circus vocational and technical school.
Anton took a fancy to the fire lion. He waved his magic wand, and a lion made of flames with a height of one and a half meters appeared on all fours. It was very cool.
Ask Snape or Professor Flitwick another time.
As for Professor Quirrell...
Anton sighed. The Dark Lord's plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone failed and attracted the attention of the school. Now his hope became slim.
He could imagine how the furious Voldemort would torture Quirrell.
One can also imagine how Quirrell would hate him.
Don't look at Quirrell's stammering look. He is an adult wizard with considerable strength, and he is also a professor. He has too many ways to deal with himself.
Another point is that Voldemort may no longer be in the mood to teach, and may even break up with him directly!
A young wizard who has been wandering around the bottom of the wizarding world for two years should not have a thorough understanding of these human natures.
"What a pity. This is a teacher who gave me many high-end courses."
Anton was disappointed.
Take a long sigh.
He decided to tell Dumbledore that Lao Fu was hiding on Quirrell's head and killed him completely!
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…
the next day.
"Professor Dumbledore, my teacher has become so strange!" Anton looked serious.
Dumbledore grabbed a cockroach and threw it into his mouth, looking at Anton with a smile.
"He once gave me a lecture, and his hat was tilted, and I saw half of his face on the back of his head!" Anton looked extremely serious, "I have reason to guess that my teacher is possessed by something strange!
"
Dumbledore caught another cockroach and threw it into his mouth, eating it happily.
Anton put his hands on the desk and stared at Dumbledore closely, "My teacher! Professor Quirrell! He is in danger now! Professor Dumbledore, please save him!"
Dumbledore once again grabbed a cockroach and threw it into his mouth, squinting his eyes as if he was eating a delicacy in the world.
Damn it!
What kind of reaction is this?!
Anton almost went crazy.
He danced excitedly, "I checked, the professor went to Albania before, and I heard about Fu..."
Dumbledore waved and interrupted him.
"He casts a spell on his name, and everyone who speaks his name will be affected. I think you will mind this."
Anton quickly covered his mouth.
Dumbledore pushed the plate over, "Relax, don't be so anxious, it's best to have some sweets at this time."
"..."
Cockroaches were crawling around on the plate, some crawling on the edge of the plate and tipping back to the bottom, their long tentacles swaying, and their countless little legs swaying.
"You reminded me last time, this should really attract my attention." Dumbledore pointed to the plate with a smile, "So I used magic to detect it, and it was full of candies."
"!!!"
God got enough attention!
When Anton heard the first half of the sentence, he was still thinking about when he had reminded Dumbledore about Voldemort.
Ever since he traveled through time, relying on his pretense of stupidity and his sharp tongue, he has been able to conquer everything he encountered, whether it was a hundreds-year-old goblin, Snape who wandered the border between black and white, or the business elites of the French Muggle world.
.
However, when it came to Voldemort, there was a slight problem.
When it came to Dumbledore, it was completely useless.
His whole body was numb.
He's smiling like a ghost. He can't tell what Lao Deng is thinking at all. He's just playing ball!
He was very unhappy and grabbed a pile of cockroaches and threw it into his mouth. To be honest, he had always felt disgusted by this thing, but now he felt that Lao Deng's unpredictable attitude was even more disgusting, so the pile of cockroaches seemed to be getting better.
.
"Well!!!"
There are piles of cockroaches crawling around in the mouth, but they don't feel itchy. Instead, there is a rich and sweet smell swimming in the mouth.
Try a light bite...
Exploding!
The rich aroma of chocolate, the mellowness of peanut butter, and the attractive oil of cashew nuts explode in your mouth. Several flavors and textures are mixed together, making it look particularly layered.
Anton raised his eyebrows and continued chewing, his eyes brightening.
There was some hesitation, "I seem to have tasted a bit of the sweet and sour taste of berries?"
Dumbledore laughed loudly, "Yes, it's a mixed jam of raspberries and blueberries. How about it? I'll just say it's delicious, right?"
"Bird food!"
Anton licked the corner of his mouth, "Can I have another one?"
Lao Deng clapped his hands, and a drink appeared in front of both of them, "Honey lemon juice, take a sip after eating, your mouth will become particularly refreshing."
So on this Halloween afternoon, the sunset dyed the sky red, the gauze curtains floated in the breeze, and the old and the young carefully tasted the afternoon tea.