Chapter 112 The Three People in Desperation

White light gushed out from the tip of his wand, building a bridge of light in mid-air, and reached the depths of Anton's soul very quickly.

"Hahahaha, Dumbledore is really old, did he think that I only know black magic? It's ridiculous to cast spells to guard against me."

"what?"

Voldemort's spell fell to nothing, and Anton just disappeared before his eyes.

He turned around quickly with his wand up, his wizard robe fluttering, and he looked around coldly.

"It's impossible for you to escape, I have placed a confinement spell here, there is no way for you to escape!"

"Quick appearance!"

The light of the curse emerged, but Anton seemed to have really lost track.

"All curses end!"

Still nothing!

"Impossible!" Voldemort roared, and curses were released in the office.

"Restore human form!"

"Human traces appear!"

"Break the disguise!"

"Anthony Weasley is calling!"

"Anti-stealth and stealth!"

"Impossible, you must still be here, I know, you must still be here!" The release of one after another spell made him look extremely weak, and phantoms constantly appeared on his face.

Finally, he uttered a shrill cry and staggered to the ground.

After a while, Quirrell stood up, looking blankly at the wand in his hand.

"Idiot, release the spell quickly and find Anthony, he is hiding in a corner of the office!" Quirrell screamed sharply from his hat.

"Take off the turban, I want to see it with my own eyes!"

"Yes... yes... master." Quirrell replied in a panic.

He hurriedly took off the turban, it was so tight that it hurt his head, but it definitely prevented any possibility of falling off.

Voldemort's screams resounded, and the curses continued, making Quirrell even more flustered.

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Anton did not leave.

He still doesn't know how to apparate, and he doesn't have a better way to escape. Only when facing life and death like this, many problems will be exposed.

For example, he was biased by the thinking of the old wizard - defensive spell plus offensive spell, enough to face everything.

So he bought a broomstick.

Sure enough, he should listen to Dumbledore's advice and learn more about all kinds of magic.

Anton has now become a 'color-changing wind bird', a potion material that looks like a bird but is actually a group of spores.

This kind of potion material is invisible to the naked eye except that it will show a little under the invisible light of the Moro Pige crystal stone.

He didn't expect that even Voldemort couldn't detect this transformation spell, it was a magical skill.

This made him start to constantly re-examine the various skills he had learned, such as what Voldemort said just now - how powerful it is to be a werewolf with a 5X danger level and a wizard at the same time.

At this moment, he flew to the lamp socket on the wall, staring coldly at the figure below.

"Quick appearance!"

Quirrell waved his wand.

"Idiot, it's useless, don't use this!" Voldemort roared, a face appeared on the back of Quirrell's head, and he looked around coldly, "He must still be here, he can't escape, let Let me think, let me think..."

Quick display is actually useful, Anton's true face is shown, but it is invisible to the naked eye.

"Use life detection!" screamed Voldemort.

"As long as he's still here, he will definitely be detected, hurry up!"

Quirrell swallowed, holding his wand, with a mournful face, "I...I won't!"

Voldemort's expression was so wonderful that he couldn't believe it, "You idiot, this is the most basic spell in war magic, and you don't know it?"

"War... War magic?" Quirrell said that this was the first time he heard this name.

"Choosing you is simply my biggest mistake, how can you be so stupid!" Voldemort roared again and again, the heads of the two were too close, and Quirrell only felt his ears buzzing.

Then, Anton miraculously heard another lesson about teaching spells.

All kinds of wonderful reconnaissance spells were explained one by one by Voldemort, and Quirrell used them with a little bit of stumbling.

I have to say that Quirrell himself is indeed a powerful wizard with a solid foundation, and he should use what he learns now, so don't be too powerful.

But Voldemort became more and more irritable, and gradually became weaker.

The ticking of the wall clock on the wall was so harsh in this quiet environment.

an hour passed...

two hours passed...

three hours passed...

four hours passed...

...

Until, the sky outside the window gradually turned white.

Apparently, it was nearly dawn.

At that time, Anton, who is absent from class for no reason, will definitely attract the attention of other professors, and if Voldemort does not intend to give up, he will also cause Quirrell to be absent from class.

This will get everyone's attention.

Especially the already sensitive Dumbledore!

But if he gave up at this point and let Anton take the opportunity to leave, Voldemort could guess that his student would definitely call Dumbledore!

Voldemort knew very well that Dumbledore would never allow him to hurt his students. Once he knew, he would give up searching for the secret of his immortality and kill him again!

He is stuck in a situation that has no solution.

He felt that he was in a desperate situation, and he had already begun to think about whether to give up the goal of the Philosopher's Stone and escape from Hogwarts before Anton could find Dumbledore.

Obviously the best situation is about to come!

Obviously, all he needs to do is catch this student, devour him, and resurrect him!

Then approach Harry Potter and become his buddy!

Then, by virtue of his status, he easily got the Sorcerer's Stone, and even killed Harry Potter with his backhand!

Look, he has everything planned!

He's almost there!

But he is very aware of how unfavorable the current situation is. If Dumbledore makes a move and he is killed again, he may have to spend many lonely and crazy days in Albania.

He definitely doesn't want to have that feeling again!

I am so unwilling!

Quirrell was even more desperate, he was almost hysterical, he didn't know what kind of situation he would face next.

Azkaban?

Or... death?

Anton didn't feel well either. His transformed color-changing wind bird was already sitting on the lamp stand, feeling dizzy for a while. The long transformation for several hours made him feel twitching pain in the depths of his soul.

He might return to his human form at any time, so he could only grit his teeth and endure.

More than patience, he can, but more than magic, he feels that he is almost exhausted.

And the worst has happened!

There was a change in his soul, and the old wizard's wand turned out to be pretty good, only a little less effective than the one at Ollivander's wand shop.

Now because he cut off the soul of the original body, cleared the burden, and released the spell, which is much more powerful than before.

One plus and one minus should have the same effect as before.

But really different.

He even felt that the wand contradicted himself.

he……

It seems that I can't hold it any longer!