Quirrell did not continue speaking and looked at Anton angrily.
Anton spread his hands, propped his elbows on the desk, and looked at him indifferently without saying a word.
Quirrell clenched his fists with both hands and punched the air.
"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!" He carefully took out a small and exquisite snuff box from the inside of the wizard's robe with some trembling.
This is a box used to hold snuff. It has a golden appearance and is decorated with gilt silver in the style of a Victorian palace. It is inlaid with an emerald. It looks extremely delicate.
He rubbed it for a long time, then reluctantly put the box on his desk and looked at it reluctantly.
Finally, he sighed and closed his eyes, trying not to look at it.
"This is a product of ancient fairies. It contains a permanently reinforced traceless stretching spell. It can hold something as big as two offices."
Anton twitched the corner of his mouth to show that he was laughed at.
He had seen Anna's suitcase, which contained a complete large-scale machinery factory, fifteen meters high and occupying an unknown amount of space.
He didn't even bother to look.
Still just looking at Quirrell indifferently.
"You..." Quirrell was furious at his attitude and pointed at him tremblingly, "Do you know how valuable this kind of alchemy product that permanently strengthens the magic spell is?"
Anton twitched his lips and gave him a Mona Lisa smile.
"Setter!" Quirrell cursed angrily and walked around behind the desk. "If I hadn't spent all my money, if I hadn't spent all my money to recover..., if I hadn't been left with this one
baby……"
He looked at Anton coldly, with determination in his eyes, "I give you things not based on what you want, but based on what I have!"
Anton was unmoved.
"Haha, haha." Quirrell was almost mad. He walked to the cabinet angrily and opened the cabinet door forcefully.
"Look, look, I have nothing, I have nothing now, I put everything in!"
He pulled out a suitcase from inside, opened it and shook it. A pair of clothes, chocolates and other sundries fell out of it.
He then pulled out a huge sack, smashed it on the ground, the mouth of the bag fell apart, and the gold galleons inside fell to the ground.
"Look, look, I used my life's savings to exchange all this money, just for a dragon egg, just for a dragon egg!"
The golden light of Jin Gallon flashed, and he trembled to touch it. Finally, he turned his head and closed his eyes, trembling with grief, "It will no longer be mine!"
He took out the glass jar from the cabinet again and shook it. There was nothing inside, so he smashed it on the ground angrily.
Wow~
The ground is full of debris.
"I could have gone to the black market to buy some blood or potions to recover, but I was at the end of my rope and had to take risks in the Forbidden Forest!"
He walked over coldly, put his hands on the armrests of Anton's seat, lowered his head and stared at Anton coldly, "You don't know what a desperate person will do! You definitely don't want to know!"
Anton pursed his lips.
This man is simply pathetic and pathetic.
He tried everything he could to resurrect Voldemort.
But Anton knew that when Old Deng already knew that Voldemort had possessed Quirrell, the Philosopher's Stone was destined to miss him.
The Philosopher's Stone was like a fish bait, firmly hooking Voldemort and Quirrell.
And if you think about it more deeply, whether the Mirror of Erised should contain the Philosopher's Stone or a pile of cockroaches is all at Dumbledore's discretion.
Being played to death.
"Tsk." Anton sighed with unclear meaning, reached out to pick up the snuff box on the table and stuffed it into his wizard robe.
"I want to learn your spell, the one with the rope and the fire lion."
"The Leash Rope Charm and the Fire Elephant Charm? No problem!" Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tuanxiang?" Anton blinked.
"A magical animal that looks like a lion." Quirrell shrugged, took out his wand and waved it, everything on the ground floated back to the cabinet, and the glass bottle was restored directly from the fragments.
Anton's heart moved. After learning this magic spell, he must see this magical animal if he has the opportunity, and then compare the magic spell with the magical image of the magical animal, and maybe he will find something.
"Follow me to the Forbidden Forest at night. I need someone to look out for me. The centaurs seem to have heard the noise recently and often send people to patrol the Forbidden Forest."
Anton played with his magic wand, "I will not go to that dangerous place without the spell of self-protection."
"Damn it!" Quirrell was shocked, "You promised to help me!"
"It depends on how quickly you teach these two spells, Professor."
Quirrell hammered the table angrily, "The centaurs are protected by Hogwarts. They will not make things difficult for you as a student. Even if you are caught, they will think it is a brave student wandering at night!"
Anton just smiles, smiles~
Quirrell grabbed the edge of the table so hard that his fingers turned white and his veins were exposed.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I'll teach you now!"
Look, both parties reached an agreement in a cordial and friendly atmosphere, great.
The leash charm is very common.
It's a transformation spell and summoning spell similar to the 'Flock of Birds', but it's much simpler to cast.
There are only two points of difficulty. Quirrell magically incorporates the 'Toughness Curse', a magic spell used in the manufacturing process of magic supplies.
There are also unique control techniques.
Wand waved.
call out.
A rope flew out in front of you.
Bang bang bang, Quirrell clapped happily, with a look of surprise on his face, "You are very talented and you learned it in no time. Next, let's learn the Fire Elephant Curse. Then hurry up and go to the Forbidden Forest!"
Anton just looked at him silently, "The traction rope curse I released will not turn or bind any objects!"
Quirrell shrugged, "This requires you to practice slowly."
"The traction rope I released will not turn or bind any object!" Anton repeated the words expressionlessly.
Quirrell gritted his teeth, "I know! You need to practice!"
"The leash spell I cast will not..."
"Okay!" Quirrell roared, "Okay, okay!"
With a distorted expression on his face, he walked around the office, and finally turned back to stare at Anton coldly, "This is my exclusive secret, I can't possibly teach you, this is my trump card!"
"The traction rope I released will not turn or bind any object!"
puff!
Vomiting blood!
Quirrell clenched his fists hard, wanting to pull out his wand and cast a death curse on this annoying child!
Avada Kedavra! Then the world will be pure!
Oh~
Anton grinned and continued to stare at him, "The traction rope curse I released will not turn or bind any objects!"
"!!!"
"!!!"
The two of them were in a stalemate in the office for half an hour.
Finally, Quirrell let out a deep breath. What can he do? His teaching has reached this point and his most beloved treasures have been given away. What else can he do?
"The secret to controlling the effects of magic is very simple, you just need..."
One class lasted for half an hour!
Quirrell's mouth went dry as he spoke.
He thought it was over, but it wasn't!
"I need to recite a spell. This is strange. You don't even have to recite a spell!"
I endured it, gritted my teeth, and said word by word, "That's a silent spell, it needs practice!"
"I need to recite a spell. This is strange. You don't even have to recite a spell!"
"!!!"
"I need to recite a spell. This is strange. You don't even have to recite a spell!"
"Setter!" Quirrell roared and hammered the table. He angrily pulled out his wand and pointed it at Anton viciously.
Anton just looked at him indifferently.
"Okay." Quirrell tried his best to laugh, but he didn't know if his expression would look like crying, "Actually...actually...it's nothing, right, haha, I am your professor and I will teach you how to do it."
That’s as it should be, right?”
Anton smiled and nodded slightly.
"Very good." Quirrell's voice was trembling, "Then let's talk about the secret of silent casting of the traction rope spell."
The night outside the window became dark.
Snapped!
With a snap of his fingers, a rope suddenly appeared in front of Anton, tying up a leg of the high-backed chair not far away.
"You are indeed a genius, Anthony." Quirrell was a little reluctant, but still marveled.
This is his trick. God knows how long he has been thinking about it, but this annoying kid learned it in one night. This is not easy.
He was a little unwilling and just taught him like this?
He was a little confused and began to wonder what on earth he was doing?
Finally, he looked up and looked out the window. It was a dark night and he couldn't see his fingers. It was very suitable for him to go out and do bad things. Oh, yes, he wanted this kid to help him. This was just a reward for working hard. At least he had a helper.
It’s not a huge loss, right?
He could only comfort himself in this way.
However, the voice that seemed to be repeating a mechanical incantation sounded in my ears again, "I can't cast spells without a wand yet!"
puff!
This time a mouthful of blood actually spurted out.
The blood was rolling in my throat, and it felt a little sweet inexplicably.
Quirrell looked at Anton with wide eyes. He couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily, "You really need to practice this. If you don't have a few years of practice, don't even think about casting a spell without a wand!"
He roared so loudly that his voice broke, and he felt that his throat was about to tear apart. He felt that his liver was aching, and he felt that his entire brain was about to burst.
Just say one more thing from this kid!
Just one sentence!
He will definitely duel with him today!
The kind that never stops!
"Okay." Anton stared at Quirrell and sighed unwillingly, "I will practice hard, Professor."
go to hell!
Who cares if you want to practice or not!
Quirrell clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms fiercely. He twisted his face and forced a smile, "Can we go to the Forbidden Forest now?"
Anton looked at Quirrell in disbelief with wide eyes, "There is also the Fire Elephant Curse that I haven't learned yet!"
Damn your Fire Elephant Curse!
Quirrell was furious, waving his wand, and the office door opened with great force, hitting the wall with a loud sound.
Bang!
The shock caused the dust from the ceiling to fall down.
He viciously twisted Anton's collar, pulled it and threw it out.
"Get out of here! I don't want to see you again! Ah~~~~"
Anton took a few steps back before he regained his composure, and almost bumped into someone.
He looked up and said, "Professor McGonagall, good evening."
Mag looked at Anton and Quirrell with a strange expression, "You..."
Quirrell tried his best to make himself smile. Really, he tried his best in his life to smile brightly.
"Tomorrow...tomorrow...tomorrow night...I will teach...teach you again."
"Okay." Anton was very well-behaved, with the same bright smile.
"Very good." Quirrell's face suddenly dropped, and bang, the office door closed.
Only Anton and Professor McGonagall were left looking at each other.