The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 74

Knowledge!

Knowledge!

This is valuable knowledge!

"No, no, there is obviously a problem here. According to what you just said, you should pause for a while in the third byte, so as to have the greatest effect!" Anton looked at the blue flames changing patterns in the air, wrinkled. frowning.

"Interesting, have you noticed this?" Professor Quirrell smiled slightly, "This does make the spell stronger, but strength also means instability, which requires the caster to maintain a very high concentration at all times. , ordinary people can't do that."

After explaining the Scarecrow Curse, Professor Quirrell talked about the Scarecrow Spirit, a curse product, and the content of the original rune spell.

Anton was fascinated and completely insane. He interrupted each other's teaching from time to time to ask questions, and sometimes even held objections.

Professor Quirrell wasn't annoyed either. He was still as elegant as he was. He spoke softly and could explain all the little wizard's doubts in a few words.

"You seem to be researching something, your question is very biased!" The kind smile on Professor Quirrell's face was even better.

Anton finally woke up, twitching the corners of his mouth and trying his best to show an embarrassing smile, "I've just entered school, I'm in the first year, professor."

Quirrell smiled lightly, "Okay, the class is over, you should go back."

Anton stood up quickly, he thought for a while, but still looked at Quirrell sincerely, "Thank you, Professor."

"Professor?" Quirrell's face burst into a smile, so happy.

Oh, there is a difference when there is a comparison. Anton finally realized that the professor had been smirking for so long.

"Well, professor, good night, goodbye."

Anton said goodbye quickly and walked out of the office quickly.

"Anthony Weasley..." Quirrell's voice sounded faintly behind him.

An Dong stiffened violently, he already grabbed the handle of the office door with one hand! She squeezed hard, but finally let go.

Looking back, laughing.

He smiled brightly.

"Professor, is there anything else?"

Quirrell stood up gracefully and slowly paced closer.

One step, two steps.

It is the pace of the devil.

What's the matter, Anton only felt goosebumps all over his body, and countless cold sweats burst out on his back instantly.

Snapped.

Quirrell put his hand on his shoulder.

Anton felt that he must have been hit by a petrification spell, otherwise he would not be able to move.

"As far as I know, you were studying potions with Snape on Saturday?"

"Well." He nodded lightly.

"Very good, smart students should learn more." Quirrell patted his hand lightly, "Come to my office on Sunday."

Walter?

Warrafak?

After exiting Quirrell's office, Anton fled from here at almost a 100-meter sprint speed.

He felt that his life was not good, and every time he wanted to learn something, he had to be so thrilling.

When I came out, it was dark before I knew it.

Walking aimlessly in the corridors of Hogwarts Castle, Anton fell into deep thought.

Yes, Voldemort really likes to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But this doesn't mean that he has nothing to do to teach himself lessons!

Anton doesn't feel good about himself. Like the fantasy novels he read in his previous life, the principal of a magic academy cried and begged him to teach him magic.

He was definitely being watched by Voldemort!

So……

What can I be targeted by Voldemort?

Anton is full of confusion. In addition to being eager to learn, there is also Viper who shows Animagos. He hasn't done anything since the start of school?

He really wants to slap himself right now.

It's just you being rude!

You just want to learn!

So many professors don't go to school, why ask Professor Quirrell?

Now go to Dumbledore?

Yes, find Lao Deng.

Anton's expression turned ruthless, no matter what kind of monsters and ghosts you have, no matter what the plot of the original work, I will invite Dumbledore to suppress you today!

Walking up the stone steps, Dumbledore's office is at the top of the castle.

Anton gritted his teeth, full of anxiety in his heart.

He was actually a little afraid of Dumbledore, mainly because of his background as a dark wizard apprentice, as well as his in-depth mastery of the Cruciatus Curse of the Unforgivable Curse, and even memorized hundreds of dark curses from the old wizard's diary.

The influence brought by the old wizard is not only knowledge. Anton studied at Hogwarts during this period, and deeply felt the difference between this place and the chaotic place at the bottom of the wizarding world.

Aside from Voldemort, the normal wizarding world is too comfortable.

He is like an old mercenary who returned to a peaceful society from a war-torn battlefield, always so out of place.

Of course, he wouldn't be worried about Dumbledore's Demention, and neither was Voldemort, so it looked like a bluff.

It can only read thoughts, not even memory, unless your thoughts are recalling a certain picture.

And the old goblin, Pedro, is a "collector and explorer of time and memory". He has some unique and ingenious tricks for memory and thoughts.

There is no need to learn. Anton has been wandering in Pedro's mind for so long, and he has learned everything that should be learned.

If it is said that "Occlumency" will make people unable to explore any information, the goblin's method is to let people browse freely in their brains, but they see what they want to see.

It can be said that Dumbledore and Voldemort's Demention can only read in his mind what he wants people to read.

Some well-crafted, heartfelt content.

This thing works better than Occlumency.

Turning a corner hastily, Anton almost bumped into an adult wizard.

Take a closer look.

Hold the grass!

Professor Quirrell.

And it's Professor Quirrell who smiles gracefully!

Where did this stuff come from? Why did you get here before yourself?

"The little wizard doesn't go to bed in the middle of the night and wanders around the castle~www.mtlnovel.com~ This is not good."

Mommy~

Anton swallowed.

"Hello, professor."

Smile, with an extraordinarily bright smile.

"It's really good to teach the course you just taught. As the saying goes, everything is perfect, and I suddenly have some interesting insights into potions!"

This sentence does not lie.

Inherited from the old wizard's academic theory of Fiennes' potions and spells, he really had too many ideas when he was listening to the lecture.

Anton pointed to the door of the office not far away, "I was just about to come and ask Professor Snape."

"yes?"

Professor Quirrell smiled slightly, "But I look at you as if you're going to keep going?"

"Ha!" An Dong patted his forehead lightly, "Sometimes it's like this, and I'm lost in thought."

Gee.

Only then did An Dong realize that he was already in a cold sweat. The moment he took the photo, he only felt that his forehead was as cold as a dead person.

"Professor, are you also looking for Professor Snape?"

The little wizard looked curious.

"Snape..." Professor Quirrell's face was full of weirdness, "No, I don't want to see him now."

"That's it." Anton saluted calmly, "Then, my dear professor, good night."

"Good night."

Quirrell narrowed his eyes and licked the corner of his mouth, as if he was enduring some delicious food. Watching the little wizard step forward quickly, he knocked on Snape's office.

The wizard's robe swayed gently, and Quirrell walked to the corridor indifferently.

Hearing Snape's roar, who was awakened, and the little wizard talking excitedly about his thoughts, Quirrell's mouth was slightly raised, "Professor? Ha~"

Chapter end