The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 143

The designer of the third level is Professor Flitwick, the goblin blood, the master of spells.

The Golden Snitch and the "10,000 bullets fired at once" formed a rain of Gatling bullets with automatic cruise.

With the three-headed dog in high spirits, the devil's vine that doesn't hold back, and this one in front of him, Anton knew how brutal this defense system was to protect the Philosopher's Stone.

Obviously, this is the difficulty fully open.

If the Harry Potter trio is playing the entertainment mode of the novice tutorial.

The arrival of Quirrell and Voldemort is really **** mode.

"You said it was simple?" Anton turned his head to look at Quirrell expressionlessly, and made a gesture of invitation, "Would you like to come?"

10,000 bullets are a high-end magic spell, which usually only requires senior students in the fifth and sixth grades.

What's more, basically when the time comes, it is to summon some birds and the like to attack, and the intensity is not large.

"No!" screamed Quirrell's hat.

"Anton, come here!"

Anton's eyes became cold, "This is more than I can handle. Teacher, are you trying to kill me?"

"chatter..." Voldemort's weird smile was extremely harsh.

"You must be good enough to be my subordinate, otherwise you will be swallowed by me, or..."

Voldemort's voice cooled, "...die!"

Cold words without human emotion.

Anton stared at Quirrell's head tightly, and finally smiled faintly, "Okay!"

He rubbed his wand and said in a low voice, "Professor, you should know that I am a very grateful person. Although you are bad, I am still willing to help you."

"Senseless emotions!" Voldemort screamed.

Anton ignored him and continued, "Go to the mirror for you, and I won't owe you any more."

"After all..." Anton looked at Quirrell with a sneer, "It's a miracle that you can walk to the mirror with such a thing!"

silence……

Voldemort fell silent for a rare moment.

"Armor to protect the body!" Anton released an iron armor spell for himself, walked gently to the corner, silently looked at the broom in front of him, and then looked up at the countless keys.

"Come on!" Voldemort urged, screaming, "I can't wait!"

Anton waved his wand, chanted words, and lightly tapped his left hand, slowly and steadily.

Soon, a feather pattern of pink light appeared on his palm.

Then, he gently brought his palm close to the broom, and the magic pattern burst into a hazy light.

Hold on tight.

call out!

Anton quickly shuttled to the sky.

quick!

Extremely fast!

It was almost impossible to distinguish anything.

Yalong feathers have a great effect on the speed of broomsticks!

"I command you to..." waving the wand, "Blink!"

A golden exclamation mark suddenly floated above one of the countless keys, and followed closely with the key.

call out!

call out!

The flying broom that was blessed with the magic power of Yalong feathers was extremely fast, faster than the golden snitch, so fast that if it accidentally hit the wall, it would be a car crash.

Anton has enough tenacity, no fear and panic in his heart, and he is stable.

He quickly interspersed among the flying keys, and stretched out his hand to hold it.

got you!

All the keys stopped, and then, the speed increased like a bullet.

Circled, circled, quickly came to the door, inserted, turned, and kicked Quirrell in.

Simply neat!

Let go of the broom, roll in, and the floating spell drives the wooden door to close.

dodol dodol dodol...

The wooden board with obvious magical protection was still penetrated by the key, and it was instantly smashed to pieces.

But the keys did not continue to attack, and the wooden door also recovered after a flash of light.

It was like walking into the house in stormy weather, closing the door gently, and everything calmed down.

Behind the door is a huge hall.

A huge chessboard array appeared in the hall.

Anton was silent, pursed his lips, and spread his hands helplessly, "I don't know everything."

"Haha." Quirrell seemed to regain his self-confidence, and said loudly with a smile, "I'll come, I'll come, this kind of thing is not possible for Slytherin who relies on conspiracy to calculate, and Ravenclaw has to come!"

Anton's mouth twitched.

Very good and spirited.

Not only did you mock me, you mocked Tom Riddle.

You know, Lao Fu's feelings for Hogwarts are like a home. Slytherin is definitely a pure holy place in Lao Fu's heart.

Anton looked at Quirrell who was constantly talking trash, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded.

Lao Fu is very quiet.

But it was this quietness that let Anton know that Quirrell, this man, was dead.

Dumbledore is going to kill him, Voldemort is going to kill him, Quirrell, how do you live? you say? How do you live?

"You replace the knight." Quirrell rubbed his hands together, looking full of interest.

Anton smiled coldly, "I refuse!"

He just disappeared into the air.

"Shutter!" Quirrell stared coldly at the place where Anton had disappeared, his face unpredictable.

He originally planned to pass the chess game, but he had no choice but to sacrifice the knight.

Anton fell gently, standing on the head of the queen sculpture, waiting for the change.

This is an opportunity to learn this ultrhigh-end metamorphosis similar to revitalized sculptures, but unfortunately he has no way to use the "Wizard Eyes" in the case of the "Changing Wind Bird".

There will be opportunities later.

He's extremely good at shapeshifting, and will eventually have the chance to learn it at Hogwarts.

Quirrell is indeed worthy of being a Ravenclaw. As long as his IQ is online, he can easily win the game set by McGonagall in chess.

In fact, there are not many people in the wizarding world who are organized and have strong logical reasoning ability like him.

In other words, excellent wizards, there are not many such people.

The more excellent you are, the further you will walk on the path of idealism, the more you will lose the ability of logical reasoning.

Because we believe that as long as we give an order, the chess game will solve itself!

The more you believe it, the less you will need some **** chess moves.

If Voldemort wants Anton to crack the chess game, Anton's thinking direction must be towards 'cracking' the chessboard, rather than winning a game of chess.

On the other hand, when Anton looks at a game of chess and thinks about how to take the next step, it means that his talent for magic is losing.

Get out of the essence, betray magic, and magic will betray you.

so……

Quirrell's talent is superb, and the commander controls the chess pieces firmly. In Anton's eyes, he looks like a mentally retarded.

He has gone astray.

Go against the path of magic.

Lao Fu was very quiet at this time, but Anton could imagine Voldemort's expression, contempt and indifference.

"Hahaha……"

Quirrell laughed wildly as the remaining pieces on the board bowed.

Anton jumped off the head of the queen sculpture.

"Did you see it? Did you see it? Piece of cake!" Quirrell was smug.

"Oh."

"???" Quirrell's entire face froze, "Oh?"

I oh your head!

When I'm so excited, you give me a 'Oh! '

Anton continued walking straight ahead, followed by Quirrell's mocking voice.

"The next level is the troll. This is the most powerful mountain troll among the several types of trolls, and this is the most powerful one in the group."

"Let me guess, is the werewolf you turned into stronger than it? Or more aggressive than it? Or thicker than him?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Your so-called werewolf is like a chick in front of it!"

"No one is better at dealing with this giant creature than I am!"

"nobody!"

Indeed, a monster with a height of 4 meters is enough to hide the sky and the sun. Its arms are thicker than the waist of an adult wizard, waving a huge wooden stick that is surrounded by one person, and roaring towards it.

During the run, the entire stone hall was shaking.

Looking at such a behemoth, everyone would shiver from the bottom of their hearts.

Anton rolled his eyes.

Snapped!

snapped his fingers.

Countless traction ropes appeared, forming a tripping rope under the troll's feet, and at the same time several bound the troll's ears, pulling it hard to the ground.

Bang!

The troll's head hit the ground, making a loud noise, and following the inertia, it rubbed forward viciously on the ground.

Finally stopped in front of Anton.

Anton didn't even look at the troll.

He took a small glass bottle out of his messenger bag and threw it at Quirrell.

Quirrell hurriedly caught it.

"Professor Snape set the flame's clearance potion, drank it, and walked directly to the mirror." Anton's face was calm, "My business is done."

Quirrell's face still froze with a wild laugh on his face.

Yes.

What he said was that no one was better at dealing with giant creatures than he was, the Pulling Rope Charm.

But this little brat seems to be already on the road of pulling the rope curse, walking ahead of him!

Unhappy, he pulled the cork off the bottle~www.mtlnovel.com~ Guru, Quirrell walked to the next level in a very unhappy way.

"I got it wrong, that bottle is lethal poison!"

Quirrell turned his head in disbelief, no, he felt like his head was starting to dizzy, he felt his stomach was burning, he quickly put his hand in his throat and clasped it.

Vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit.

"Idiot!" Voldemort's harsh scream came from the hat. "He's kidding you, can't you see?"

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