In the dark corners deep in the Forbidden Forest, the flowers, plants and trees here seemed to have been ravaged by some terrible beast, and everything looked messy.
Next to a large pit that was obviously collapsed, Anton pulled Quirrell's hand, which had obviously broken several bones, and cried miserably.
"Professor~~~"
"You died so miserably~~~"
"My professor! Oh~ my dear professor! My poor professor~~" Anton took a deep breath, pulled the grotesque hand hard, and cried loudly, "You died so miserably~ so miserably
Ah~~~"
I don’t know if it’s because the little wizard’s cry is too loud and shrill.
The hand that was about to break was pulled hard, causing his whole body to twitch with bone-chilling pain, and Quirrell finally woke up.
"Haha~" Anton looked surprised, "Professor, you finally woke up!"
"Great! You're not dead!"
"Quick, get out of the pit!"
Anton held Quirrell's twisted hand with one hand and his twisted foot with the other, and pulled hard again.
Quirrell's eyes widened and he rolled his eyes in pain.
Don't pull, it hurts!
It hurts!
Finally, he took a weak breath, trembled a few times, and passed out again.
"!!!"
So inexperienced?
Anton swallowed, tremblingly stretched out his fingers and gently placed them in front of Quirrell's nose.
"You...don't die..."
This time he was really a little scared, especially if he killed Quirrell, Voldemort would have to find another parasitic body.
So, where to find a better place?
The answer is obvious.
Anton was so nervous that he poked Quirrell's face hard several times with his fingers, and then put them in front of his nose.
"without……"
"Out of energy?"
Anton burst into tears, "My professor~~~~"
Suddenly, Quirrell's eyes opened suddenly.
Staring at Anton.
Hiss~
This look is wrong!
Anton reacted instantly, this is Lao Fu!
He still has the vision of "wizard eyes". If he hadn't secretly mapped Voldemort's magical image, he would have been too lazy to accompany Quirrell in mourning here.
At that moment, things changed extremely quickly, in less than a second.
A mess of black lines on the back of Quirrell's head suddenly spread out, just like the thread of the subdragon's throat stretched, and instantly expanded into a ball-shaped block of color. Countless black lines appeared and stretched all over Quirrell's body, twisting
into a unique pattern.
In less than a second, Quirrell's entire body changed from a shit-yellow color block to a black color block.
Black with a deep and lonely flavor.
Very unique.
Anton saw for the first time a magical image of a wizard that had 'feeling'.
There is obviously something wrong with Voldemort's magic image. The large and small dark green crack lines on his body are different from the few on ordinary people. They are almost as good as the lines of "glued up and broken porcelain".
Thanks to the unique skills of Pedro's 'Collector of Time and Memory', Anton instantly modified all the thoughts and memory representations in his brain.
Thanks to the old wizard's high-pressure training for two months, his reaction speed was extremely fast.
Flint and light room.
Anton's face burst with great joy, "Professor!"
"Oh~ my dear professor, great, you're not dead!"
Professor Quirrell smiled gracefully.
Well, it's Voldemort.
Anton quickly waved his fingers, and the traction rope spell of the silent spell was released. Several ropes lifted Quirrell out of the pit, "Great, Professor, hold on, I will take you to the school infirmary."
"You can't go!" Voldemort said lightly, but with an unquestionable determination.
"Cast the healing spell on me so that I can at least pick up the wand. I'll do the rest myself."
Anton was stunned.
He opened his mouth, "Healing spell? I can't do it?"
Voldemort thought for a while, "That's right. This is a magic spell that is only taught in the seventh grade elective course. What about healing potions? You have been studying with Snape for so long, don't tell me you don't know how? You are like this
I know the person very well and will definitely carry it with me."
Anton spread his hands helplessly.
"I'm sorry, I really can't."
Voldemort narrowed his eyes.
Anton sighed, "Professor Snape really didn't teach me. He has been giving me theoretical lessons and various ideas for doing experiments."
This time Voldemort was surprised. His eyes rolled and he looked up and down at Anton.
"It seems that Snape values you very much. He teaches you like a disciple."
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said in a long voice, "Anthony Weasley..."
"You are really similar to my childhood. I was so good back then, but too many professors treated me the same way, worrying that I had not laid a solid foundation."
The corner of Anton's mouth twitched.
Should this show pride? He didn't know. What's so good about being similar to Voldemort?
Voldemort thought for a while and said, "Let me teach you. The healing spell is not difficult for you. In fact, this spell can only cure minor injuries. You may have to cast it a few times."
"???" Anton looked at him curiously, "Why not teach you a more powerful healing spell? Maybe I can treat you better?"
"Ha~"
Voldemort sneered unintelligibly, "Healing Charms is a subject, a more complex subject than the Transfiguration Curse. Unless they specialize in learning, the average adult wizard can only master the simplest 'healing as before', or even
This kind of magic spell can only treat minor injuries without magic damage."
"If you are injured by a certain spell, or even have your head cut off, you can recover by just chanting the counter-spell."
"But if the head is cut off with a knife, unless a master who is proficient in healing spells is around and takes action in time, he will die."
"Anthony, you think too much about magic."
"At this time, the most useful thing is not the magic spell, but the magic potion."
"Think about Dumbledore's hilariously broken nose that was completely crooked in two parts, think about Harry Potter's myopia, and think about the obesity and skinny people that are prevalent in the wizarding world and affect lifespan..."
This is the key to Anton's efforts to contact Snape, Dumbledore and Voldemort.
Look at what people are saying.
A simple magic spell, from the broadest description of vision to the most profound and subtle control, these masters' courses have a depth that is not found in ordinary teaching courses.
Anton loved this class.
The notepad floated up from the crossbody bag, and several ballpoint pens of different colors automatically wrote and drew on it, recording all the contents.
"Healed as good as ever!"
"Healed as good as ever!"
After practicing again and again, suddenly a ball of white light lit up at the tip of the staff.
Different from the lighting spell, this light is milky white and looks like a lot of milky white threads of mist surging.
"Remember, many people say that magic requires a strong will and strong emotions. This is wrong!" Voldemort casually said some very subversive words.
"Extremely strong emotions will only make this curse get out of control. Losing control is the most dangerous thing."
"Relax as much as possible, let your will relax, let your emotions relax, and release the spell in the most relaxed way."
"At this time, you will find that although the power of the curse cannot reach the highest limit that you can release, you can freely control every detail of this curse."
"And a curse of this level is more powerful than extreme emotions."
"Control your healing kindness and your killing malice freely. This is a universal principle for any spell." Voldemort's eyes were extremely proud, with a look that said, "The whole world is a fool."
"Remember, when a dark wizard casts a spell, if his posture is elegant and not crazy or even insane, then he must be an extremely dangerous dark wizard."
"Similarly, some white wizards who roar loudly and seem very powerful are not worth mentioning."
"Then, the lesson ends here."
"Hurry up and treat my arm."
"Okay!" Anton happily recorded every word of the Dark Lord, put away his notepad, and waved his wand quickly.
In fact, the Dark Lord is quite a trick.
The so-called elegant and comfortable control is simply not a field that Anton, a first-grade child, can deal with. His power varies from time to time, so it would be better to have an extremely firm will and the effect would be better.
There is also the so-called ‘healing as before’ which needs to be repeated several times...
From the very beginning at 11pm.
Anton was released until 5:30 in the morning!
He didn't know how many spells he had released.
It was released until the whole person was numb.
Release until the whole body is about to burst.
It's really going to burst.
An extremely deep tearing feeling came from the depths of the soul, which was the pain caused by the exhaustion of magic power.
In fact, I have already felt this uncomfortable.
Anton had asked his dear professor for the recovery potion.
A whole precious bottle was drained throughout the night.
It should be noted that this thing is not a magic replenishing potion. There is no magic replenishing potion in the wizarding world. Magic power comes from the soul. The best way for wizards to recover is to have a good sleep.
Snape's potion is a bit like giving your body a spa, the effect is 'at least it makes you feel better'.
Kankan just healed Quirrell's arm.
Voldemort finally found a way to pull out his wand and waved it gently. After a while, he stood up intact.
He looked at the little wizard lying on the ground with lifeless eyes, and smiled slightly, with a strange and unspeakable emotion.
He casually twisted the strap of Anton's cross-body bag, lifting his whole body like a feather.
We walked slowly back to the castle, and ate an Acromantula as a midnight snack.
He threw Anton into the school infirmary and went back to catch up on his sleep.
Who knows how confused Anton was when he woke up from the school infirmary, "Why? Why am I lying in the school infirmary?"