Chapter 99 Mother Tom's Embrace

"You need to take a good rest, my God, Professor Quirrell has no sense of responsibility, and let the little wizard practice the spell until he fainted!"

Madam Pomfrey grumbled and pushed Anton back onto the pillow.

"Son, you need a good rest."

It was the same hospital bed, the same scenery outside the window, the same scene.

Anton smacked his lips, feeling that the school infirmary had a lot of fate with him.

sigh.

The sounds of students in class came from outside the window, and Anton lay bored on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After a while, patterns composed of lines of light, color blocks, crack lines, etc. appeared in midair.

This is a magical image of the Pull the Rope Charm cast by Professor Quirrell.

Next to it, he drew a magical image of himself casting the Pulling Rope Curse.

Very similar, but with many differences.

Apparently this very unlovable professor has a lot to hide.

After the old wizard invented the 'wizard eyes' potion, he was able to observe the magic side of the landscape, and was almost immersed in it for the rest of his life.

Study the variation of each spell, study the differences in each person's spellcasting.

He touched a certain magical field.

But now, Anton has inherited this precious wealth, and continues to walk along the path walked by the old wizard.

He also has his own invention, which is to imitate his own magic power to simulate the effect of this magic power image, without asking the principle or understanding, and imitating it, which is called "bionic magic spell".

However, with the accumulation of more and more knowledge and more and more insights into this aspect, Anton did not focus on thinking about imitating more things, but researched in more in-depth fields.

Use the 'magic images' and 'bionic spells' as tools to explore the mysteries of the spell itself, to help you better master the spell.

Great results.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and countless ropes hung him, some even dragging behind his back, gently hanging him in midair out of thin air.

"Wow~"

Is this the extent of Quirrell's leash spell?

"Hey~" Anton smiled purely, as if he was a thief who stole some kind of precious treasure.

He has learned all of Quirrell's methods of pressing the bottom of the box!

Great!

The rope slowly descended and put him down, and then rolled up the four corners of the quilt, tidied them up gently, and then disappeared in front of him.

It is similar to the Levitation Charm, but has its own characteristics. The Traction Rope Charm looks more delicate.

Anton really liked the Leash Charm.

The things he likes have always been quite different, and they are all magic spells that others seem useless. Anton himself doesn't know why, but he just likes them.

For example, the floating spell, such as the "moving figure", such as the pulling rope spell.

Unlike the study of the Iron Armor Curse, which is full of utilitarian research for defense, he has enough subjective initiative in these few spells.

To go further along the way that Pedro, along Quirrell, along all the wizarding realms have already walked.

So……

There is an interesting magical image waiting for him in front of him.

Countless lines of black light in the midair quickly formed a complicated image of a ball of threads.

It looks like a mess, but when you look closely, there is a unique rhythm.

Especially as it wriggled slowly back and forth, looking as if...

"Like sleeping?" Anton raised his eyebrows in surprise.

His research on magic images has surpassed the old wizard, and he is somewhat predictive of unknown magic images.

He doesn't need to study it, he can make guesses based on countless knowledge when he looks at this thing.

Whether this thing can be simulated with my own magic power, and whether it will be dangerous after the simulation is a bit clearer.

The ball of thread began to change, and quickly turned into a magical pattern, and then transformed into a whole piece of color block.

Anton observed two changes on the back of Quirrell's head, one is the one in front of him, and the other is the change in which countless black lines extend from the color block.

"The second type should be possession!" Anton made a judgment instantly, "It's not parasitic, it's a possession that can control the body, but it looks extremely unstable!"

The most important thing is that after the release of the second spell, Anton obviously found that there were more dark green crack images on Quirrell's body, which obviously hurt Quirrell a lot.

"Try?"

Anton murmured.

It is dangerous to imitate unknown spells.

But Anton obviously felt that the effect of this thing should be positive.

And you must know that for a super-powerful dark wizard like Voldemort, and a knowledgeable dark wizard, the spells that can be used when the wandering soul is at its most desperate are definitely good spells.

It is worth him to try!

Moreover, he is in the school infirmary of the almighty Madam Pomfrey!

Just do what you say, and Anton, who has made up his mind, has the determination to move forward.

Invoking the magic power, enduring the exhaustion faintly conveyed in the mind, and simulating the appearance of this magic power image little by little.

finally.

Huh~

fantastic.

It felt like taking a deep breath.

His whole body fell into extreme tranquility, and also into extreme darkness.

He seemed to have fallen into some warm ocean, rippling and swaying.

just like……

Back to the baby still in the mother's womb.

He felt that he was becoming lighter, more comfortable, and healthier little by little, and even the heaviness accumulated in the past was dissipating little by little.

rippling~

I don't know how long it has been.

suck~

He seemed to take a deep breath. In this breath, there was the warmth brought by the sun, the smell of grass and soil brought by the breeze, and the slight murmur brought by the hustle and bustle of the world.

Anton slowly opened his eyes.

He blinked, and suddenly stretched out his hand to touch all over his body strangely.

It's like sleeping for a long, long time, and waking up feeling refreshed.

Lifting the quilt, he lightly stepped on the wooden floor of the school infirmary with bare feet, walked slowly to the window sill, and looked at the sky outside the castle and the rippling light of the Black Lake.

He glanced at the time on his watch in astonishment.

"An hour has passed."

"It's only been an hour?"

All the tiredness and discomfort caused by excessive release of the spell were swept away, and the whole person was indescribably refreshed.

"Mom~"

Anton was amazed, he seemed to have learned an incredible spell.

A spell that restores mana quickly.

Do not!

Not only the magic power, but also the soul, body, and thoughts have been soothed.

"Lao Fu is simply a treasure!"

So, this is the magic spell used by Lao Fu to restore himself in the state of wandering soul?

One of Lao Fu's hole cards?

"Hey hey..."

I don't know where Voldemort learned it, or if he invented the spell himself.

If this is a magic spell invented by myself, it would be too interesting, longing to be embraced by a peaceful mother?

Yes, that's the mood of this spell.

From magic images to spells to emotions, all the way back.

"This spell, just call it 'Mother Tom's arms', quack quack..."