"You need a good rest. Oh my God, Professor Quirrell has no sense of responsibility. He actually let the little wizard practice spells until he fainted!"
Madam Pomfrey complained and pushed Anton back onto the pillow.
"Kid, you need a good rest."
It's still the same hospital bed, still the same scenery outside the window, it's still the same scene.
Anton smacked his mouth and felt that the school infirmary was so close to him.
sigh.
The sound of classmates having class could be heard outside the window. Anton lay bored on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
After a while, patterns composed of lines of light, color blocks, crack lines, etc. appeared in mid-air.
This is the magical image of the rope pulling spell cast by Professor Quirrell.
Next to it, he drew a magical image of himself casting the traction rope spell.
Very similar, but with many differences.
Apparently this very unlovable professor has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
After the old wizard invented the magic potion "Wizard's Eye", he was able to observe this side of magic, and he was almost immersed in it for the rest of his life.
Study the changes in each magic, study the differences in each person's spells.
He touched some magical realm.
Now, Anton has inherited this precious wealth and continues to walk along the path that the old wizard took.
He also came up with his own invention, which was to imitate the effect of this magical image with his own magic power. He copied it without asking for the principle or understanding, and it was called the 'Bionic Magic Curse'.
But as he accumulated more and more knowledge and gained more and more insights into this aspect, Anton did not focus on imitating more things, but instead researched in more in-depth fields.
Use 'magic images' and 'bionic spells' as tools to explore the mysteries of the spell itself and help you better master the spell.
The results are outstanding.
With a slight snap of his fingers, he was hung up by countless ropes, some even dragged behind his back, gently hanging him in mid-air.
"Wow~"
Is this the extent of Quirrell's leash curse?
"Hehe~" Anton smiled, very pure, as if he was a thief who had stolen some precious treasure.
He has learned all Quirrell's tricks to keep people under control!
Great!
The rope slowly descended and put him down, then rolled up the four corners of the quilt, arranged it gently, and then disappeared in front of him.
It has the same approach as the floating spell, but each has its own characteristics. The traction rope charm looks more delicate.
Anton really likes the leash charm.
The things he likes have always been rather offbeat, and they are all magic spells that others seem useless. Anton himself doesn't know why, but he just likes them.
For example, the floating spell, the ‘moving figure’, or the traction rope spell.
Unlike the research on the Iron Armor Curse, which was a utilitarian research for defense, he had enough subjective initiative in these magic spells.
Go further along Pedro, along Quirrell, along the path that all wizarding realms have taken.
So……
There was an interesting magical image waiting for him in front of him.
Countless lines of black light in mid-air quickly formed a complex image of a thread.
It looks like a mess, but if you look closely, there is a unique rhythm.
Especially when it slowly squirms back and forth, it looks like...
"As if he's sleeping?" Anton raised his eyebrows in surprise.
His research on magic images has surpassed that of the old wizard, and he can predict unknown magic images to some extent.
Without research, he could make countless guesses based on knowledge just by looking at this thing.
I have a clear sense of whether this thing can be simulated with my own magic power, and whether it will be dangerous after the simulation.
The thread ball began to change, suddenly and quickly turning into a magical pattern, and then transformed into a whole patch of color.
Anton observed two changes on the back of Quirrell's head, one was the one in front of him, and the other was a change in which countless black lines extended from the color block.
"The second type should be possession!" Anton instantly made a judgment, "It's not a parasite, it's a possession that can control the body, but it looks extremely unstable!"
The most important thing is that after the second curse was released, Anton obviously found more dark green crack images appearing on Quirrell's body, which obviously caused great harm to Quirrell.
"Try?"
Anton murmured.
Imitation of unknown spells is dangerous.
But Anton clearly feels that the effect of this thing should be positive.
Moreover, you must know that a powerful dark wizard like Voldemort, who is also a dark wizard with profound knowledge, can use the spells when the wandering soul is at his lowest, and they are definitely good spells.
It's worth trying for him!
Moreover, he is in the school infirmary of the almighty Madam Pomfrey!
Just do what you say, and Anton, who has made a decision, has the determination to move forward.
He summoned the magic power, endured the feeling of exhaustion and discomfort that was faintly conveyed in his mind, and simulated the appearance of this magic image bit by bit.
finally.
Phew~
fantastic.
It feels like taking a deep breath.
His whole person fell into extreme tranquility and extreme darkness.
He seemed to have fallen into some warm ocean, rippling and swaying.
just like……
Back to the state of a baby still in the mother's belly.
He felt that he was getting lighter, more comfortable, and healthier little by little, and even the heaviness accumulated in the past was dissipating little by little.
rippling~
I don't know how long it took.
Suck~
He seemed to have taken a deep breath, and in this breath there was the warmth brought by the sun, the smell of grass and earth brought by the breeze, and the slight murmur brought by the hustle and bustle of the world.
Anton slowly opened his eyes.
He blinked and suddenly stretched out his hand and touched strangely everywhere on his body.
It's like taking a long, long nap and waking up feeling energized.
He lifted the quilt, stepped lightly on the wooden floor of the school infirmary with his bare feet, walked slowly to the window sill, and looked at the sky outside the castle and the rippling waves of the black lake.
Then he looked at the time on his watch in surprise.
"An hour has passed."
"Only one hour has passed?"
All the fatigue and discomfort due to excessive release of the magic spell were swept away, and the whole person felt indescribably refreshed.
"Mom~"
Anton was amazed, he seemed to have learned an incredible magic spell.
A magic spell to quickly restore magic power.
No!
Not only the magic power, but also the soul, body, and thoughts are soothed.
“Lao Fu is simply a treasure!”
So, is this the magic spell Lao Fu uses to restore himself to the wandering spirit state?
One of Lao Fu’s trump cards?
"Hey hey hey..."
I don't know where Voldemort learned it or if he invented the curse himself.
It would be so interesting if this was a curse invented by myself. Are you longing for the peaceful embrace of your mother?
Yes, this is the mood of this curse.
From magical images to spells to emotions, it is deduced all the way.
"Let's call this curse 'Tom's mother's arms', quack quack..."