Chapter 95 Smiling Brightly

Quirrell didn't continue talking, and looked at Anton angrily.

Anton spread his hands, propped his elbows on the desk, looked at him with his face on his side, and didn't speak.

Quirrell clenched his fists and hammered the air.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!" With some trembling, he carefully took out a delicate and small snuff box from the inside of the wizard's robe.

This is a box used to hold snuff. It has a golden appearance and a Victorian court-style gilt silver decoration. It is inlaid with an emerald gemstone, which looks extremely delicate.

He caressed for a long time, put the box on the desk unwillingly, and glanced at it reluctantly.

Finally he closed his eyes with a sigh, trying not to look at it.

"This is the product of an ancient goblin. There is a permanently reinforced traceless stretching spell inside. It can hold things the size of two offices."

Anton twitched the corners of his mouth, indicating that he was laughed at.

He had seen Anna's suitcase before, and inside it was a complete large-scale machinery factory, which was fifteen meters high and occupied an unknown amount of land.

He didn't even bother to take a look.

Still just looking at Quirrell lightly.

"You..." Quirrell was blown away by his attitude, and pointed at him tremblingly, "Do you understand the goods, how precious is this alchemy product that permanently strengthens the spell!"

Anton twitched the corners of his mouth and gave him a Mona Lisa smile.

"Snow!" Quirrell cursed angrily, walking back and forth behind the desk, "If I hadn't spent all my money, if it wasn't for recovering..., if it wasn't for the only one left on me baby……"

He looked at Anton coldly, with determination in his eyes, "I will give you something not because of what you want, but because of what I have!"

Anton was unmoved.

"Haha, haha." Quirrell was about to go mad with anger, he walked to the cabinet angrily, and pulled the cabinet door open forcefully.

"Look, look, I've got nothing, I've got nothing now, I put everything in!"

He pulled out a suitcase from inside, opened it and shook it, and a pair of clothes, chocolates and other sundries fell out of it.

He took out a huge sack from inside, smashed it on the ground, the mouth of the bag fell apart, and the golden Galleon inside fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Look, look, so much money, I used all my savings in this life to exchange, just for a dragon egg, just for a dragon egg!"

The golden light of Jin Jialong shone, and he trembled to touch it, and finally turned his head and closed his eyes, trembling with grief, "It won't be mine soon!"

He took out the glass jar from the cabinet again and shook it, but there was nothing in it, so he smashed it on the ground angrily.

Wow~

The ground was full of debris.

"I could go to the black market to buy some blood or potions to recover, but I'm at the end of my rope, and I have to take an adventure in the Forbidden Forest!"

He walked over coldly, put his hands on the armrests of Anton's chair, and stared at Anton coldly with his head down, "You don't know what a desperate person will do! You definitely don't want to know!"

Anton pursed his lips.

This man is simply pathetic and pathetic.

He did everything he could to revive Voldemort.

But Anton knew that when Lao Deng already knew that Voldemort had possessed Quirrell, the Philosopher's Stone was destined to miss him.

The Sorcerer's Stone is like a bait, firmly hooking Voldemort and Quirrell.

And thinking deeply, whether the Mirror of Erised should contain the Sorcerer's Stone or a pile of cockroaches is just up to Dumbledore's will.

Being played to death.

"Tsk." Anton let out an incomprehensible exclamation, and reached out to pick up the snuff box on the table and stuffed it into his wizard robe.

"I want to learn your spell, the rope and fire lion spell."

"The Pulling Rope Curse and the Fire Elephant Curse? No problem!" Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tuanxiang?" Anton blinked.

"A magical animal that looks like a lion." Quirrell shrugged, pulled out his wand and waved it. Everything on the ground floated back into the cabinet, and the glass bottle was recovered directly from the fragments.

Anton's heart skipped a beat. After learning the spell, he had the opportunity to see this magical animal, and then compare the spell with the magical image of the magical animal. Maybe he would find something.

"Follow me to the Forbidden Forest at night. I need someone to look out for me. Recently, the horsemen seem to have heard the movement, and they often send people to patrol the Forbidden Forest."

Anton played with his wand, "I wouldn't go to that dangerous place without the spell of self-protection."

"Damn!" Quirrell was stunned. "You promised to help me!"

"It depends on how quickly you impart the two charms, Professor."

Quirrell hammered the table angrily, "The centaurs are under the protection of Hogwarts, they will not make things difficult for you, a student, even if you are caught, they will think it is a bold student who is going out at night!"

Anton just smiles, smiles~

Quirrell grabbed the edge of the table so hard that his fingers turned white and his veins were exposed.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I'll teach now!"

Look, the two sides reached an agreement in a cordial and friendly atmosphere, great.

Pull rope spells are common.

It's a simple summoning spell similar to 'Flock of Birds', but it's much easier to cast.

There are only two points of difficulty, and Quirrell magically integrated the magic spell of the manufacturing process of magic items such as the "Fortitude Curse".

There are also unique controls.

Wand waving.

call out.

A rope flew out in front of him.

Papapapa, Quirrell applauded happily, with a look of surprise on his face, "You are very talented, and you learned it all at once. Next, let's learn how to make an elephant spell with fire. Then hurry to the Forbidden Forest!"

Anton just looked at him silently, "The traction rope spell I released will not turn around, nor will it bind any objects!"

Quirrell shrugged, "This requires you to practice slowly."

"The traction rope spell I released won't bend, and it won't be able to bind anything!" Anton repeated with a blank expression.

Quirrell gritted his teeth, "I know! You need to practice!"

"The Leash Charm I cast it won't..."

"Okay!" Quirrell roared, "Okay, okay!"

His complexion was distorted, he walked up and down the office, and finally turned his head to stare at Anton coldly, "This is my exclusive secret, I can't possibly teach you, this is my trump card!"

"The traction rope spell I released won't turn around, and it won't be able to bind anything!"

puff!

Hematemesis!

Quirrell clenched his fists hard, wanting to draw out his wand and cast a death curse on this annoying child!

Avada Kedavra! Then the world will be clean!

Oh~

Anton grinned, and continued to stare at him, "The leash spell I cast won't turn around, and it won't be able to bind anything!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

The two stalemate in the office for half an hour.

In the end, Quirrell exhaled fiercely. What can he do? He has already taught him to this point, and he has given away his most beloved treasures. What else can he do?

"The secret to controlling the effect of the spell is very simple, all you need is..."

One class, and another half an hour of speaking!

Quirrell's mouth was parched.

He thought it was over, but it wasn't!

"I need to chant a mantra, which is very strange, you don't even need to chant a mantra!"

I endured it, gritted my teeth, and paused word by word, "That's a silent spell, it needs practice!"

"I need to chant a mantra, which is very strange, you don't even need to chant a mantra!"

"!!!"

"I need to chant a mantra, which is very strange, you don't even need to chant a mantra!"

"Snow!" Quirrell roared and hammered the table, he drew out his wand angrily, and pointed at Anton viciously.

Anton just looked at him lightly.

"Okay." Quirrell tried his best to make himself laugh, but he didn't know if his expression would look like crying, "Actually...actually...it's nothing, right, haha, I'm your professor, teaching you how to That's what it should be, right?"

Anton smiled and nodded slightly.

"Very good." Quirrell's voice trembled a little, "Then let's talk about the secret of the silent casting of the Pull Rope Curse."

The night outside the window became pitch black.

Snapped!

With a snap of his fingers, a rope suddenly appeared in front of Anton, binding a leg of the high-back chair not far away.

"You are indeed a genius, Anthony." Quirrell was a little unwilling, but still exclaimed.

It was his trick, God knows how long he'd been thinking about it, but it wasn't easy for the nasty kid to learn it in one night.

He was a little unwilling, so he taught it like this?

He was a little dazed and began to wonder what he was doing?

Finally he looked up out of the window, the pitch black night, he couldn't see his fingers, it was very suitable to go out and do bad things. Oh, yes, he asked this kid to help him, it was just a reward for his life, at least he had a helper.

Not a huge loss, right?

He can only comfort himself like this.

However, the voice that seemed to be repeating mechanical incantations sounded in my ears again, "I can't cast spells without a staff yet!"

puff!

This time it was really blood spurting out.

The blood rolled in the throat, and there was still a little sweetness inexplicably.

Quirrell stared at Anton with wide eyes, couldn't help it anymore, and roared, "This really needs to be practiced, it won't take a few years, don't plan to cast spells without a stick!"

He roared loudly until his voice broke, he felt that his throat was about to be torn open, he felt his liver was aching, and he felt that his whole brain was going to burst.

As long as the kid says one more word!

Just one sentence!

He will definitely fight him today!

The kind that never dies!

"Okay." Anton stared at Quirrell and sighed unwillingly, "I will practice hard, Professor."

go to hell!

Who cares if you want to practice or not!

Quirrell clenched his fists, and his nails dug into his palm viciously. He twisted his face and forced a smile, "Can we go to the Forbidden Forest now?"

Anton stared at Quirrell incredulously, "I still haven't taught the Fire Elephant Curse!"

I will go to your fire and elephant curse!

Quirrell was furious and waved his wand. The door of the office slammed open and hit the wall with a loud noise.

Boom!

The dust from the ceiling was shaken and fell down.

He twisted Anton's collar viciously, pulled it and threw it out.

"Get out! I don't want to see you again! Ah~~~~"

Anton took a few steps back before he stabilized, and almost ran into someone.

Looking up, "Professor McGonagall, good evening."

Mag looked at Anton and Quirrell strangely, "You..."

Quirrell tried his best to make himself smile. Really, he tried his best in his life to laugh, smiling brightly.

"Tomorrow...tomorrow...tomorrow night...I will teach...to you again."

"Okay." Anton was very well-behaved, with the same bright smile.

"Very good." Quirrell's face pulled down instantly, bang, the office door closed.

Only Anton and Professor McGonagall were left looking at each other.