Chapter 125 The Curse of Restoring Human Form

"The spell that counters the Scarecrow Curse is the 'Return to Human Form' spell, which also restrains werewolves and all human transfiguration." Voldemort looked at Anton jokingly, "You foolishly showed your feet, my student."

"Transforming into a viper? Transforming into a werewolf? And that trick I couldn't do with you last time, transforming into an invisible animal, an invisible beast? Or something else, whatever."

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he stood up gracefully.

"You're very smart, you must know what I'm going to say. All the transformations you are proud of, you only need to use the 'return to human form spell', and they will all disappear!" Lao Fu walked around in the office, laughing wildly, laughing unscrupulously .

He gracefully pulled out his wand from his wizard robe, held the wand in his palm with a unique gesture, and pointed at Anton with a wave.

The little wizard swallowed, looking terrified.

He firmly grasped the armrest of the high-back chair, grasping the armrest extremely hard and ruthlessly, which made his knuckles turn white and his veins exposed.

He gritted his teeth tightly, not allowing himself to say some cowardly pleading words.

Voldemort's eyes were full of mockery.

"I understand you so well. People like you must regard me as a simulated opponent in the bottom of your heart, as if I was thinking of some way to defeat Dumbledore back then."

Voldemort walked lightly around the office, walked slowly behind Anton, put his hand on his shoulder, and smiled softly.

"What can I do, all the efforts are like a joke in front of him."

"That's right, you must be thinking that right now."

"It's just as desperate as I was back then, haha."

Anton was silent and didn't say a word.

"You have listened to so many of my lectures, and you must be very familiar with the difficult living environment of ancient wizards. Transformation is a promising research direction."

"Wolfwolf poison, vampire bat poison, various blood spells, and various transformation spells. Now, no one has the ability to solve the problems left over from the research of these ancient wizards."

"Do you know why?"

"Because of the 'Human Form Restored Curse', yes, because of the appearance of this spell, all transformation magic has become a joke, no one studies in this direction anymore, and all wisdom is cut off."

"A curse that ruined the entire genre, very interesting history."

Ah yes yes yes.

You are right.

The only problem is, I'm not under the shapeshifting spell now.

What can I do?

So annoying, haha.

Oh, don't worry about the inner activities of getting carried away, Anton quickly weaves an emotion to show in his mind.

- It's over! Barbie Q! Why didn't I think of it!

--How to do!

--I am so surprised!

A wand rested on the back of his head, "So, what should I do now that such delicious food finally allowed me to unlock the kitchen door?"

Anton stood up slowly, turned around, and stared at Voldemort coldly.

"Death is a great adventure..."

"My dear professor, you have always avoided death, and you may never understand it."

With a flat tone and a calm expression, Anton has an indescribable calmness and composure.

Now that you are powerless to resist, then go to death generously, walk more calmly, and at least leave a portion of dignity.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes gently.

This moment.

There is only one sentence in his heart - Come on~ Be happy~ After waiting for a long time, I finally waited until today~

tasty? Hehe, then come and eat, hurry up!

The atmosphere is here, so what are you waiting for?

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Lao Fu's laughter is particularly magical.

Anton slowly opened his eyes and looked at Voldemort lightly.

"The restoration of human form spell is very complicated, very remote, and very difficult. Maybe you will find countless opponents, but you will not be able to meet anyone who can use this spell."

Voldemort squinted and spoke in an aria.

"But you have to remember, you must remember, I will, I will!"

Voldemort patted Anton's shoulder lightly, "I need the blood of magical animals, a lot, a lot!"

"Go to the Forbidden Forest, go collect more blood, put away your fake good man tricks, and drain every magical animal!"

"If you don't satisfy me, I'll devour your soul, occupy your body, and do it myself."

"You should know that since I have cracked your invisibility, you have no room for negotiation."

hehe.

Do you see me afraid?

You really want to devour my soul, I can't wait for it.

The little wizard trembled in panic and fear, which made Voldemort laugh even more crazily.

Lao Fu gracefully walked back to the armchair behind the desk, leaned leisurely on the back of the chair, raised his right hand gracefully, and supported his side face.

"Anthony..." Voldemort stroked the wand in his hand.

"I'm already tired of this kind of class. You have to show enough usefulness to let me know the need to impart knowledge to you."

Hehehe.

When I don't know?

If you don't support your head, you will fall limp to the ground now, so pretend to me.

Under the vision of the wizard's eyes, Anton was surprised to find that a dark green crack appeared on Quirrell's body again, and he could vaguely feel the meaning represented by this magical image-the pain of tearing the soul, the piercing heart bone.

A piece of parchment flew out of the shelf and landed lightly on Anton's hand.

"This is the potion that Quirrell drank before. I got the formula. I went to the Forbidden Forest to find magical animals, draw blood, and refine them. I need to see the finished product!"

"Don't make me go that far, my student."

Voldemort's tone was faint.

Anton was silent for a long time, then nodded.

He could not be afraid of Voldemort's plan to devour him, but he also had to consider that this professor who was getting a little crazy suddenly cast a killing curse on himself.

He couldn't beat Voldemort, he knew that very well.

"If this can help you." Anton raised his eyes from the parchment and looked at Lao Fu, "Professor, I will help you."

"Very good~"

Voldemort raised his hand gracefully, "Then go."

"???" Wucao, what about today's class? Anton stared at Lao Fu, and realized that he was really about to lose his hold.

This bad state.

He smacked his lips and left with some regret.

The office door is closed.

Only Voldemort was left in the dark.

In an instant, Voldemort stopped possessing and returned to the back of his head.

Quirrell re-occupied his body, drowned in endless pain, he wailed and fell off the seat, rolling on the ground.

His face was extremely pale, and his body was sweating profusely.

He gritted his teeth, "Master...Master, I may not be able to bear your possession anymore!"

"I know!" screamed Voldemort through his hat.

"This terrible body can't hold my soul at all!"

"Anthony..."

"Why didn't you get scared just now? Isn't his invisibility spell a transformation spell?"

"He's not afraid, I know it, I know it!"

Ever since he knew that Anthony could modify his memories and thoughts, Voldemort hadn't bothered to use Remembrance, which wasn't a 100% effective spell.

After all, Anton's behavior is too strange. When he should be afraid, he behaves like a normal person.

But Voldemort knew Anthony too well, or he was referring to it according to his own school days-in the face of a terrible teacher, he would be afraid. But if the teacher threatened his life, he would only think of counter-kill, not fear.

That reaction shouldn't be closing your eyes, but pulling your wand quickly and unleashing a jinx!

Now he judges people more based on his rich life experience, and he has enough experience to judge-Anthony was not afraid at that time.

This is the reason why he didn't devour Anthony's soul right away!

He could smell danger.

"Quirrell, be careful Anthony!"

If Quirrell hadn't been so painful that he couldn't speak now, he would have cursed out loud.

It's not what you taught! Yes, you yourself taught him enough to be able to resist! Oh, now you're telling me to be careful now?

Why did you go early?

It's a hole in the head!

I have opposed you teaching him a long time ago!

Quirrell imagined that there was a hole in Voldemort's head, oh, what kind of picture is that, with a sunken forehead, or a sunken nose?

This must be interesting.

This malicious fantasy finally brought him some comfort.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that Lord Dark Lord is very good at instigating thoughts.

Quirrell suddenly let out a mournful low growl, and his body paralyzed on the ground suddenly straightened, shaking non-stop.