The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 111

Voldemort leisurely admired Anton's expression and licked the corner of his mouth, as if examining a delicious meal.

Anton's brows furrowed.

There was only one thought in his mind - is this time for Mao?

Why did Mao suddenly want to open up his words at this time? Obviously this time has reached a turning point that Anton does not know!

The magic wand in the hidden buckle of his arm slid, and the tail of the wand slipped gently into his palm.

At the same time, the fingers of his left hand moved gently, hooking a hidden button, and a very elastic rubber band restrained his fingers.

As long as he straightens his fingers slightly, the device on his arm will bounce the spare wand into his hand, which is to prevent being 'unarmed'.

"Hahahaha..." Voldemort opened his hands and smiled happily.

"I noticed you when you were an ordinary student, Anthony Weasley."

He looked down at Anton on the chair. At this moment, the child looked so weak and helpless, "Thank you to Snape. He took special care of you, and that's why you came into my sight."

Snapped!

With his hands on the table, he lowered his head and approached Anton, staring closely at Anton's face, "It's like looking in a mirror, looking at someone who is so similar to me."

Anton looked at him coldly, "Really?"

"Hahaha." Voldemort smiled more freely, "Look at this calm and composed look, obviously scared to death, but not showing any expression, don't be too familiar with it, oh, that's how I faced Dumbledore back then. Yes, haha."

"Except your weapons!"

Huh.

The wand in Anton's hand fluttered and fell gently into his palm.

"I didn't read it wrong." Voldemort held his wand with **** and stroked it with the other hand, smiling slightly, "Yewish!"

"The yew is often associated with magic and death due to its poisonous sap. After the old outer tree of the yew dies, a new tree will continue to grow from the center, so it is regarded as the "tree of immortality" ", but also symbolizes the reincarnation of the soul."

He raised his eyebrows, "So does my wand."

Anton sighed, it was great, Lao Fu found another common ground.

Voldemort flicked his wand with his long, slender fingers. "Thestral tail hair? That's interesting. The core is not considered stable enough to be used in wand making."

"Of course, that's why I like you."

Voldemort casually threw his wand on the table and looked at Anton with a smile, "Unstable, dying, yet wonderfully alive."

He roamed the office at will, waving his wand, and the rays of magic spell covered the whole office, "I'm talking about your soul, Anton."

"Your soul is so unique, twin soul?"

"Obviously, you've been tortured by many curses and even unforgivable curses, and your soul looks shattered, like a mess."

"You should be thankful for the existence of another unconscious soul, and it was he who kept you through the dangerous moment when the early soul was wiped out."

"I was thinking at the time!" Voldemort turned his head to look at Anton.

"It's a gift from God. It's so wonderful, so miraculous, to have such a muddy soul appear in front of my eyes." Voldemort spoke with an aria, "I just need your memory and your will. , your emotions, blah, blah, blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah soul is the best tool to mend my soul."

"Not only that……"

Voldemort was obviously very happy, "Because of the characteristics of your twin soul, I can still be reborn on you! Anton, you are so unique! It's perfect!"

Anton pursed his lips, but still did not speak.

Although he really wanted to complain about the villain's death, he really had no spell to resist, and the proud Dumbledore obviously didn't think that Voldemort would act at this time.

Now only praying that Dumbledore's reworked dragon spell would work.

With his brain running fast, Anton kept thinking about ways to break the game.

He guessed Voldemort's desire for immortality, but he didn't guess that the best solution was not the Philosopher's Stone but himself!

It's very sad.

Sigh.

Voldemort was still talking over there, "It's a pity that the power I can exert in this terrible body that I parasitized is no longer able to remove the twin soul in your soul."

"A small obstacle!" He smiled proudly, "Then who else has the ability to help me do this?"

Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore is indeed the most powerful wizard." Voldemort mentioned this without any admiration on his face. "But if you want to know the soul, there is no one stronger than me in this world."

"I frequently call you to the office to teach you. It is impossible for the sensitive Dumbledore to ignore you."

"It's not easy. I spent a huge price to control this body to teach you, and I also quietly cast a spell on you."

"Curse?" An Dong was stunned, "I didn't notice it!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Voldemort laughed, leaning back and forth, "Perceived? How ridiculous, still aware! It would be strange if I cast a spell to make you perceive. Don't talk about you, as long as you're not there, Dumbledore still can't know."

He paced the office with a triumphant look, "How could he have guessed that I didn't cast black magic on you, huh, thought I only knew black magic?"

"You're in the forbidden forest, don't you think it's strange that you suddenly rose from that ridiculous 'moving figure' to summon a werewolf knight?"

"Of course, you are also very smart and excellent. But the most important thing is that I have helped you improve the strength of your soul."

"Time and time again, little by little, very carefully."

"But there was a little accident, I just wanted to destroy the balance between you and that unconscious soul~www.mtlnovel.com~ so that you will faint at a certain critical point and become a living dead, in exchange for Dumbledore It was shot. I didn't expect this day to be so early."

"very nice!"

Voldemort raised his wand gracefully and pointed at Anton, "That's what he's doing, putting your most delicious state in front of me."

"You should be honored that you are about to be part of me, part of greatness."

Anton's expression was still evaluated, and he looked at Voldemort coldly, "Then what? You devour my soul and regenerate in my body, Dumbledore will know right away, he knows that I am in contact with you, and has been paying attention. I."

"You are reborn, you can neither beat him nor escape from Hogwarts. This plan is simply stupid."

"Stupid?" Voldemort was obviously provoked, he stared at Anton coldly, "Let me tell you what stupidity is, werewolves are magical animals with a 5X danger level, and the same level is a basilisk, a giant spider, It's a human-headed lion-body scorpion-tailed beast, and it's a fire dragon!"

Anton frowned, "Werewolves are essentially wizards and shouldn't be classified as magical animals!"

"Heh~" Voldemort sneered, "I don't want to argue with you about this. After I respawn on you, you will be able to see clearly what a werewolf is! It is a magical animal with a 5X danger level and a wizard at the same time. Powerful, but you only use it as a transformation trick, and you have to learn some ridiculous ropes."

"Oh, it's a pity that you may not see it by then, but Dumbledore will see it, which is a big surprise for him."

He held up his wand again and pointed at Anton, "Then, finally, let's thank the teachers and students for the friendship during this time. Goodbye, my only student."

Chapter end