Chapter 124 My Teacher Cracked

Anton has never been interested in Quidditch, he really just came to relax his tense spirit.

After all, the complete upgrade of the 'Color-Changing Wind Bird' is enough for him to face Voldemort and any other spells, and half of the Horcrux shell in his mind is also waiting for Lao Fuzi to fall into the trap.

He no longer needed to be so nervous.

soon.

Snape came to the middle of the field, opened the game box, and the Bludger, Quaffle, and Snitch flew into the sky.

"Wow~" Anton looked at the golden figure in surprise.

quick!

Almost to the extreme!

He quickly took out the 'wizard eyes' potion and drank it in one gulp.

oh~

Drinking this potion on the occasion of so many wizards is simply a kind of torture, everyone turns into a color block, which is uncomfortable and makes people dizzy.

He concentrated his energy and turned his gaze to the Golden Snitch constantly flying in mid-air.

This thing is too small and extremely fast to catch.

It is said that the first game of Quidditch was not the Golden Snitch, but a bird called the Golden Snidget.

But due to the popularity of hunting Golden Snidgets, the bird's population declined dramatically and it was eventually listed as endangered.

Later skilled metalsmith Bowman Wright invented the Snitch as a replacement.

The Snitch weighs exactly the same as the Snidget, with rotatable wings that mimic a bird, allowing it to change direction with lightning speed and the precision of a Snidget.

Rumor has it that a Snitch on Bodmin Moor in 1884 flew around the field for six months without being caught, and both teams watched their Seekers perform and gave up in disgust. The wizards of Cornwall still insist to this day that the Snitch still roams the heath. But this story has not been confirmed.

The Snitch isn't that hard to find in mid-air.

A vast cloudless sky, a magic image moving fast, not too conspicuous.

The only problem is that it's too fast.

"Why do I feel that the magical image of this thing is a bit like the magical image of the sub-dragon's wings?" Anton hesitated.

The magical image of the subdragon's wings is a combination of countless spheres, which are constantly twisted and flipped.

The magic image of the Golden Snitch is a combination of countless rhombuses, which are also twisted and flipped.

The difference is that the magic image of the subdragon's wings vaguely makes people feel strong and strong, while the golden snitch is light and light.

This thing...

If it is integrated into the color-changing wind bird...

Anton's eyes sparkled.

He also remembered Professor Snape's experiments on the sub-dragon species, and that pink feather was a good material for making broomsticks.

A small feather brings earth-shaking improvements in flight speed, flight braking force, flight control and so on.

This is a good research direction!

According to the old wizard's theory of the unity of spells and potions, Anton felt that the magical powers of magical animals, wizard spells, alchemy items, etc. could all be shared.

For example, the magic power on the alchemy item 'Grindelwald's Eye' was simulated by Anton as a spell.

Cheers filled the Quidditch field.

Snape started acting like a demon, in front of Dumbledore and McGonagall, crazily deducting points from Gryffindor and giving Hufflepuff several free throws.

The prefect, Faney, was about to boil, sitting next to Anton, waving his arms, "Yes, that's it, that's it!"

He turned his head to Anton excitedly and said, "Yes, with the dean here, we can still maintain the first place!"

Anton twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to say that this is not something to be proud of.

All the Slytherins and Gryffindors are excited.

Not far away, Hermione jumped on her seat screaming, Ron and Draco wrestled together, brave Neville 1v2 against Goyle and Crabbe.

At this moment, Harry swooped down suddenly, grabbing the Snitch firmly in his hand.

oh~

great~

Anton finally saw the magical image of the Golden Snitch clearly. Indeed, this thing has a strange similarity to the wings of the sub-dragon species.

"Nice~"

Everything else is irrelevant to him.

He stood up, without disturbing anyone, and walked slowly towards the castle.

...

...

Bionic spell, Anton's pride.

In this respect, he was ahead of many wizards.

Now he has taken another solid step forward, using the bionic spell to gain an in-depth understanding of the object that is about to change, and finally turned into a complete transformation spell.

It can't even be called a transformation spell, just like creating a new body for yourself, turning it over is the effect of transformation.

The feeling of being invincible is wonderful.

Anton knocked on Quirrell's office door briskly.

"Good morning, Professor."

Anton's eyes narrowed slightly.

With the success of the color-changing wind bird, he began to enter the second experiment - the simulation of the 'wizard eyes' potion.

If you look closely at his eyes at this moment, you can see that the pupil of his left eye has expanded to the maximum, and there are faint dark green stars in it.

If Anton is not mistaken...

Do not!

Can't be wrong!

Old V...

He cracked!

So, my dear Professor Voldemort, what have you been doing this holiday season?

Under the wizard's eyes, a normal wizard is a big color block, while Voldemort is a ball of black thread when entering the "Mother Tom's embrace" spell, and when he wakes up, he is a black with the breath of "deep and lonely".

At this moment, Anton was surprised to find that along the dark green cracks, Voldemort's color block split into two halves, connected by black silk threads in the middle.

Quirrell's appearance is not very good either, his whole body is covered with dense dark green cracks, as if it will split apart with just a light tap.

Moreover, the silk threads of Voldemort's color block were also stuck into the cracks of Quirrell, quickly absorbing nutrients.

This wonderful effect is somewhat similar to a half-manufactured Horcrux.

Anton sat calmly in front of the office, looking at Quirrell with a smile.

awesome~

He was very clear that when Lao Fu left this body, it was when Quirrell died.

Lao Fu is like a big banyan tree that grew out of the cracks in the foundation of Qiluo's house. If you pull out the big banyan tree, the house will collapse.

Moreover, this banyan tree is still frantically absorbing nutrients from the house, and the house seems to be gradually deserted and about to collapse on its own.

"You are in a very dangerous situation now." Voldemort stared at Anton lightly, "My student, do you know that your road is narrowed?"

Anton leaned back and took a breath.

Mom~

You stole my lines!

"Levitation spell? Heh, this low-level spell can be studied so deeply. Should I say that you are very research-minded, or should I laugh at you for wasting your time and energy?"

Voldemort sat behind the desk, talking eloquently, "The magic of transformation? You seem to have forgotten the 'Scarecrow Curse' I taught you."

Anton shook his head, "The source of the scarecrow spirit is a curse-type transformation spell."

How could this curse be forgotten? It was because of this curse that he found Professor Quirrell.