Chapter 113 Teacher, I Want to Learn This

Time goes by little by little.

The sound of playfulness came faintly from outside the office door, which was the sound of the Weasley twins returning from nowhere.

Not long after, there were scattered footsteps in the corridor.

Here are some early risers.

Voldemort's expression changed, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Quirrell still did not give up, waving the rope and exploring the office little by little.

He actually had a guess that Anton had fled here a long time ago, slipping away from under the nose of the Dark Lord. And they were extremely stupid to cast a spell in the office all night.

But he dared not say anything, dared not ask anything.

But the magic power gradually became exhausted, and the handsome spellcasting performance of snapping his fingers to attract the rope in the past was gone. That's a wandless spell and a silent spell, God knows how proud he is. Now he could barely cast spells with his wand, and the ropes were limp.

At this moment, Anton's figure appeared on the big back chair behind the desk.

He leaned on the seat, leaning his elbows on the armrests, and resting his fists on his cheeks. He looked like he had just woken up, with his feet straight on the desk, and looked at them lazily.

"You are still there!" Voldemort looked at Anton coldly.

Shrugging his shoulders, Anton smiled, "Why can't I be here? You are the famous Dark Lord, the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard in history. How can I escape? But I am not without the ability to protect myself in front of you. "

Rubbing his back on the armchair, Anton stretched comfortably.

"This sleep is really comfortable, Dark Lord, my professor, you see, I have a way to deal with you." Anton looked proud, "You want to swallow my soul, but, hehe, guess what? What's the matter, the moment you rush over, I will disappear."

Voldemort's eyes were extremely cold.

"You are indeed good enough. No one has ever been able to do this in front of me."

"Really?" Anton smiled brightly, "I feel very proud too."

They were speechless and silent, and the atmosphere in the office was extremely oppressive.

Suddenly, Voldemort frowned, "Why is your mind full of messy characters?"

"Insomnia?" Anton grinned, "Occlumency is too difficult, I still can't learn it yet."

His slender fingers tapped his head lightly, "This is called memory sorting. It's a way to sort out memory and thinking. I put the computer program codes on the outside." (Anton was a programmer in his previous life, the previous article mentioned.)

"Hey hey, professor, I'm afraid you can't understand the codes, right? According to the third of the seven rules of elf memory, 'if you don't understand, you will fall into confusion', you have to read these codes carefully before you can enter my deepest brain."

what is the code

Voldemort expressed incomprehension.

Soul-hunting can no longer be a magic weapon, he can only stare at Anton coldly, "Then, why do you still appear in front of me?"

oh~

Speaking of this, Anton is not sleepy.

He put his feet down and twisted his waist, as if his whole body was sore from a bad sleep, and then he stood up straight sincerely and bent slightly.

"My dear teacher, you just said that you are the person who knows the soul best in this world." Anton's eyes lit up, "I want to learn this!"

Voldemort sneered.

"Teaching you knowledge before did fulfill my dream of becoming a Defense Against the Dark Arts class teacher, but that's all. Using the time of study and using spells to affect the balance of your soul is what I want most."

"I don't have any students. If I have any, it must be a dead person."

"You..." Voldemort's eyes were extremely cold, "you will only become my delicious food."

Anton raised his finger and shook, "No, no, I'm more useful to you."

Voldemort did not speak.

"Like the Philosopher's Stone that can bring you back to life, maybe you can use it to become immortal."

This is nonsense, Voldemort still sneered, not because of the Philosopher's Stone, he thought he would have to die to run under Dumbledore's eyes when he was weakest?

"I can help you on the way to obtain the Philosopher's Stone!" The sincerity on Anton's face was almost overflowing, "Everything in the world has a price, and this is the tuition I paid."

"You don't need to rely on you!" Quirrell finally interjected, his screams were so anxious and angry, "Master can get the Philosopher's Stone relying on me! No one else is needed!"

He spoke extremely fast, rattling like a machine gun, "I already know all the levels, I'm already cracking Snape's potion, and I have a way to get the secret to deal with Hagrid's three-headed dog." , I also found the information about Dumbledore's mirror, I can go in and get the Philosopher's Stone by myself!"

Anton waited for him to finish speaking calmly, and said in a teasing, calm and unhurried manner, "The premise is that there is a Philosopher's Stone in it."

"!!!"

"!!!"

Voldemort and Quirrell expressed shock at the same time.

Anton spread his hands helplessly, "Why do you think Dumbledore won't put the Philosopher's Stone on his body? It's not particularly bulky, and it's no safer than anywhere else?"

"!!!"

"!!!"

"Professor Quirrell, why don't you snatch the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore and dedicate it to your master?" Anton's face was full of ridicule.

"..."

Anton smiled at Voldemort again, "Professor, you should go grab it yourself?"

grab a fart!

Voldemort cursed a dirty word in his heart, and he was in a mess now—yes, why did he believe that the Philosopher's Stone was in that room?

Did Dumbledore say it himself?

Hehe, is that true? He knew how cunning Dumbledore was, but he was also proficient in black magic. It would be the most stupid idea to really treat him as a dull gentleman.

"When Dumbledore put the Sorcerer's Stone in the mirror, or whether the Sorcerer's Stone or the pile of cockroaches are put in the mirror, it can only depend on his own mind."

"And me!" Anton pointed at himself with a thumbs up, "Thanks to you, my dear teacher, my relationship with Professor Dumbledore is very good now, I have a chance to know!"

"..."

Voldemort didn't answer, Quirrell moved his mouth, and finally dared not promise what he could do.

The office fell silent again.

Eventually, the stairway outside the office became louder and louder, and it was clear that it was almost time for classes.

Voldemort waved his finger lightly, and the office door clicked open a crack, "Get out!"

"Okay." Anton nodded with a smile, facing him back slowly, he obviously didn't want to expose his back in front of Voldemort.

Gently grabbing the armrest and pulling it away, Anton took a deep look at Voldemort and was about to leave.

"Come over on Sunday." Lao Fu's voice was a little hoarse.

"Okay!" Anton smiled, very brightly.

He walked out softly and closed the door softly, leaving only darkness in the office.

He took a deep breath, walked up the stairs against the crowd, and greeted him with many students of the same grade.

"Hey, Anton." He nodded with a smile.

"Hey, Anthony." Nodding with a smile.

Go all the way to Dumbledore's office, enter through the monster sculpture at the door.

"What are you looking for me at this time?" Dumbledore raised his head from behind the desk, and the half-moon-shaped glasses flashed, "Merlin's beard, why is your magic power exhausted to such an extent!!!"

Anton just gave a smile.

Boom!

Fainted and fell to the ground.

Dumbledore hurriedly walked out from behind the desk, exclaiming, "How dare you grit your teeth and insist on coming to my office in this state. You are indeed as tough as Fiennes said, with the ultimate tenacity."