Chapter 98 Precious Master Lesson

"Professor~~~"

In the dark corner deep in the Forbidden Forest, the flowers, plants and trees here seem to have been ravaged by some terrible monsters, and they look messy everywhere.

Beside a large pit that obviously collapsed, Anton pulled Quirrell's hand, which had apparently broken several bones, and cried miserably.

"Professor~~~"

"You died so badly~~~"

"My professor! Oh~ my dear professor! My poor professor~~" Anton took a deep breath, pulled the hand that became grotesque, and cried loudly, "You died so miserable~ so miserable Ah~~~”

I don't know if the cry of the little wizard is too shrill and high-pitched,

It was still the painful jerk of the whole body caused by the violent pulling of the broken hand, and Quirrell finally woke up.

"Haha~" Anton was surprised, "Professor, you finally woke up!"

"Great! You're not dead!"

"Quick, get out of the pit!"

Anton held Quirrell's twisted hand with one hand, and his twisted foot with the other, and pulled hard again.

Quirrell stared, rolling his eyes in pain.

Don't pull it, it hurts!

It hurts!

In the end, he took a weak breath, trembled a few times, and passed out again.

"!!!"

So careless?

Anton swallowed, stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and put them gently in front of Quirrell's nose.

"You...don't die..."

This time he was really a little scared, especially if Quirrell was killed, Voldemort would have to find another body to parasitize.

So, where to find it is more appropriate.

The answer is obvious.

Anton was too nervous, and poked Quirrell's face a few times with his fingers before putting it in front of his nose.

"No……"

"Out of breath?"

Anton burst into tears, "My professor~~~~"

Suddenly, Quirrell's eyes snapped open.

Staring at Anton.

Hiss~

This look is wrong!

Anton realized instantly, this is Lao Fu!

He is still in the vision of the "wizard's eye" now, if it wasn't for secretly mapping Voldemort's magical image, he wouldn't bother to accompany Quirrell to cry here.

At that moment, the change was extremely fast, less than a second.

A tangle of black threads on the back of Quirrell's head suddenly unfolded, just like the thread in the subdragon's throat stretched, instantly expanding into a mass of color. Countless black lines emerged and extended up and down Quirrell's body, twisting into a unique pattern.

In less than a second, Quirrell's whole body changed from a shit-yellow color block to a black color block.

Black with a deep and lonely taste.

very unique.

It was the first time Anton saw a magical image of a wizard with a 'feeling'.

Voldemort's magical image is obviously very problematic. The large and small dark green crack lines on his body are different from those of ordinary people, and they almost catch up with the lines of "glued and broken porcelain".

Thanks to Pedro's unique skills of "Time and Memory Collector", Anton instantly modified all the thoughts and memory representations in his brain.

Thanks to the old wizard's high-pressure two-month training, he reacted extremely quickly.

Flint Lightning Room.

Great joy bloomed on Anton's face, "Professor!"

"Oh~ my dear professor, that's great, you're not dead!"

Professor Quirrell smiled gracefully.

Well, it's Voldemort.

Anton waved his fingers quickly, and the traction rope spell of the silent spell was released, and several ropes hung Quirrell out of the big pit, "Great, professor, hold on, I'll take you to the school infirmary right away."

"Can't go!" Voldemort said flatly, but with an unquestionable determination.

"Give me the Healing Charm, at least so I can pick up my wand, and I'll do the rest myself."

Anton was stunned.

He opened his mouth, "Healing spell? I don't know how?"

Voldemort thought for a while, "That's right, this is a seventh-grade elective course that only teaches magic spells, so what about healing potions? You've been studying with Snape for so long, don't tell me you can't? You're like this I know the person too well, and I will definitely carry it with me.”

Anton spread his hands helplessly.

"Sorry, really not."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

Anton sighed, "Professor Snape really didn't teach me, he has been giving me theoretical lessons and various ideas for doing experiments."

Surprised this time, Voldemort rolled his eyes and looked Anton up and down.

"It seems that Snape values ​​you very much. This is taught in the way of personally teaching apprentices."

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, dragging his voice, "Anthony Weasley..."

"You are really similar to my childhood. I was so outstanding back then, and too many professors treated me like this, worrying that I didn't have a solid foundation."

Anton's mouth twitched.

Should this be a sign of pride? he does not know. What's so good about being like Voldemort.

Voldemort thought for a while, "Let me teach you. The healing spell is not difficult for you. In fact, this spell can only heal minor injuries. You may have to cast it a few more times."

"???" Anton looked at him curiously, "Why don't you teach a more powerful healing spell, maybe I can heal you better?"

"Oh~"

Voldemort let out a sneer with ambiguous meaning, "Healing spells are a subject, more complicated than transfiguration spells. Unless they specialize in learning, ordinary adult wizards can only master the simplest 'healing as before' at best, or even This spell can only heal minor wounds without magical damage."

"If you are injured by a certain spell, or even cut off your head, you can recover it by reciting the counter spell."

"But if it's a knife that cuts off the head, unless a master who is proficient in healing spells is nearby to make a timely move, then he can only die."

"Anthony, you think too much about the spell."

"At this time, the most useful thing is not the magic spell, but the potion."

"Think about Dumbledore's ridiculously broken two completely crooked noses, think about Harry Potter's nearsightedness, think about the obese and skinny people who are flooding the wizarding world and affect life expectancy..."

This is the key to Anton's efforts to reach Snape, Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Look at what people say.

A simple spell, from the description of the broadest field of view to the most profound and subtle manipulation, the courses of these masters have a depth that ordinary courses do not have.

Anton loves this class.

The notepad floated up from the messenger bag, and several ballpoint pens of different colors automatically wrote and drew on it, recording all the contents.

"Heal as before!"

"Heal as before!"

Practice again and again, suddenly a group of white light shines on the tip of the staff.

Different from the lighting spell, this kind of light is milky white, it looks like a lot of milky white thread mist is surging.

"Remember, many people say that spells require determination and emotion. This is wrong!" Voldemort casually said some very subversive words.

"Extremely strong emotions will only make this curse get out of control, and getting out of control is the most dangerous."

"Relax as much as possible, let your mind relax, let your emotions relax, and release the spell in the most relaxing way possible."

"At this time, you will find that although the power of the spell cannot reach the highest limit you can release, you can freely control every tiny corner of the spell."

"And the power of a spell of this level will be greater than extreme emotions."

"Freely control your healing goodwill, and freely control your killing malice, this is a common principle in any spell." Voldemort's eyes were extremely proud, with a look of 'the whole world is a fool'.

"Remember, when a dark wizard casts a spell, if his posture is elegant, not crazy or even crazy, he must be an extremely dangerous dark wizard."

"Similarly, some white wizards who roared loudly and looked very imposing are not worth mentioning."

"Then that's the end of the lesson."

"Hurry up and treat my arm."

"Okay!" Anton happily recorded every sentence of the Dark Lord, put away the notepad, and waved his wand quickly.

In fact, the Dark Lord is very tricky.

The so-called graceful and free control is not a field that Anton, a first-year kid, can touch at all. His power varies from time to time, and it is better to make his will extremely firm, and the effect will be better.

There is also the so-called "healing as before" that needs to be played a few more times...

From the very beginning at eleven o'clock in the evening.

Anton was released until 5:30 in the morning!

He had no idea how many spells he had unleashed.

Release until the whole person is numb.

Released until the whole person is about to split.

It's really about to crack.

An extremely deep sense of tearing came from the depths of the soul, which was the pain caused by the exhaustion of magic power.

In fact, it has already been so uncomfortable.

Anton had asked his dear professor for that recovery potion.

A precious full bottle that dries up overnight.

What needs to be explained is that this thing is not a magic potion. There is no magic potion in the world of wizards. Magic power comes from the soul. The best way for a wizard to recover is to have a good night's sleep.

Snape's potion is a bit like a spa for the body, the effect is 'at least it feels much more comfortable this way'.

Kankan just healed Quirrell's arm.

Voldemort finally managed to draw out his wand and waved it lightly, but after a while, he stood up intact.

He looked at the little wizard lying on the ground with blank eyes, and smiled slightly, with strange and unspeakable emotions.

Randomly twisting the strap of Anton's messenger bag, he lifted it up like a feather.

Walking slowly all the way back to the castle, I even ate an acromantula for supper.

He casually threw Anton into the school infirmary, and went back to catch up on sleep by himself.

The ghost knows how dazed Anton was when he woke up from the school infirmary, "Why? Why am I lying in the school infirmary?"