The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 95

Quirrell didn't continue speaking, looking at Anton angrily.

Anton spread out his hands, propped his elbows on the desk, looked at him lightly with his face on, and didn't speak.

Quirrell clenched his fists with both hands and hammered in the air.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!" He carefully took out a small and exquisite snuff box from the inside of the wizard's robe, trembling.

This is the box for snuff, with a golden exterior, Victorian court-style gilt silver decoration, and an emerald gemstone set on it, which looks very delicate.

He rubbed it for a long time, put the box on the desk unwillingly, and looked at it reluctantly.

In the end, he closed his eyes with a sigh, forcing himself not to look at it.

"This is the product of the ancient goblin. There is a permanently reinforced traceless stretching spell in it, which can hold things the size of two offices."

Anton twitched the corners of his mouth, indicating that he was laughed at.

He had seen Anna's suitcase. Inside was a complete large-scale machinery factory. It was 15 meters high, and it took up an unknown amount of land.

He didn't even bother to look at it.

Still just looked at Quirrell lightly.

"You..." Quirrell was annoyed by his attitude, and pointed at him shiveringly, "Do you know what goods are, how precious is this alchemy product that permanently strengthens the spell!"

Anton twitched the corners of his mouth and gave him a Mona Lisa smile.

"Shutter!" Quirrell scolded angrily, walking behind the desk, "If I hadn't spent all my money, if it wasn't for recovery..., if I didn't have this one left on me. baby……"

He looked at An Dong coldly, with determination in his eyes, "I give you something, not because of what you want, but because of what I have!"

Anton was unmoved.

"Haha, haha." Quirrell was almost insane. He angrily walked to the cabinet and pulled the door open.

"Look, look, I have nothing, I have nothing now, I put everything in!"

He pulled out a suitcase from it, opened it and shook it, a pair of clothes, chocolates and other sundries fell out.

He then raised a huge burlap bag inside, smashed it on the ground, the bag opened, and the gold Galleon inside fell to the ground.

"Look, look, so much money, all I've exchanged with my life savings, just for a dragon egg, just for a dragon egg!"

Jin Jialong's golden light flickered, he trembled to touch it, and finally turned his head and closed his eyes, trembling with grief, "It's not mine soon!"

He took out the glass jar from the cabinet again and shook it. It was empty and there was nothing in it, so he smashed it on the ground angrily.

wow~

The ground is full of debris.

"I could have gone to the black market to buy some blood or potions to recover, but I am exhausted, and I have to venture into the Forbidden Forest!"

He walked over coldly, put his hands on the armrests of Anton's chair, and stared at Anton grimly, "You don't know what a desperate person would do! You absolutely don't want to know!"

Anton pursed his lips.

This man is simply pathetic and pitiful.

In order to revive Voldemort, he had done everything he could.

But Anton knew that when Old Deng knew that Voldemort had possessed Quirrell, the Philosopher's Stone was doomed to miss him.

The Philosopher's Stone was like a bait that hooked Voldemort and Quirrell firmly.

And thinking deeply, whether or not to put a Philosopher's Stone or a pile of cockroaches in the Mirror of Erised, it's all just according to Dumbledore's wishes.

Played to the death.

"Tsk." Anton let out an inexplicable sigh, reached out and picked up the snuff box on the table and stuffed it into his wizard robe.

"I want to learn your spell, the spell of rope and fire lion."

"Leave Rope Charm and Fire Elephant Charm? No problem!" Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tuan elephant?" An Dong blinked.

"A magical animal that looks like a lion." Quirrell shrugged, took out his wand and waved it. Everything on the ground floated back into the cabinet, and the glass bottle was restored directly from the shards.

Anton's heart moved. After learning this magic spell, he must have the opportunity to see and see this magical animal, and then compare the magic spell with the magical image of the magical animal, and maybe he will find something.

"I will go to the Forbidden Forest with me at night. I need someone to look out for me. Recently, the centaurs seem to have heard a movement and often send people to patrol the Forbidden Forest."

Anton played with his wand, "I wouldn't go to that dangerous place without the curse of self-protection."

"Damn it!" Quirrell was stunned, "You promised to help me!"

"It depends on how fast you teach these two spells, Professor."

Quirrell slammed the table angrily. "The centaurs are sheltered by Hogwarts. They won't embarrass your student at all. Even if they get caught, they'll think it's a daring student walking around at night!"

Anton just smiles, smiles~

Quirrell grabbed the edge of the table so hard that his fingers turned white and his veins were exposed.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I'll teach it now!"

Look, the two sides reached an agreement in a cordial and friendly atmosphere, which is great.

The leash spell is very common.

It is a transformation spell similar to the 'Flying Birds', a simple summoning spell, but it is much simpler to cast.

There are only two points of difficulty. Quirrell has magically integrated the spell of the manufacturing process of magic items such as the 'Fortitude Spell'.

There is also a unique control method.

The wand waved.

Huh.

A rope flew out in front of him.

Papapa, Quirrell applauded happily, with a look of surprise on his face, "You're very talented, you learned it right away, then let's learn the Fire Elephant Mantra. Then hurry up and go to the Forbidden Forest!"

Anton just looked at him silently, "The leash curse I released will not bend, nor can it bind anything!"

Quirrell shrugged, "This will take you to practice slowly."

"The leash spell I released won't turn, nor can it bind anything!" Anton repeated his words expressionlessly.

Quirrell gritted his teeth, "I know! You need practice!"

"The leash spell I released will not..."

"Okay!" Quirrell roared, "Okay okay!"

With a distorted expression, he walked around the office, and finally turned his head and stared at Anton coldly, "This is my exclusive secret, I can't possibly teach you, this is my trump card!"

"The leash spell I released won't turn, nor can it bind anything!"

Poof!

Spitting up blood!

Quirrell clenched his fists hard, wanting to pull out his wand and give this nasty child a life-threatening spell!

Avada Kedavra! Then the world will be clean!

oh~

Anton grinned and continued to stare at him, "The leash curse I released will not bend or bind anything!"

The two were deadlocked in the office for half an hour.

In the end, Quirrell sighed fiercely. What could he do? He had taught him to this point, and he had given away his most beloved treasure. What else could he do?

"The secret to controlling the spell's effect is very simple, just need..."

In one class, the lecture lasted for another half an hour!

Quirrell's mouth was dry.

He thought it was over, but it wasn't!

"I need to chant a mantra, it's weird, you don't even need to chant a mantra!"

I endured, gritted my teeth, and said word by word, "That's a silent spell, it needs to be practiced!"

"I need to chant a mantra, it's weird, you don't even need to chant a mantra!"

"Shutter!" Quirrell roared and hammered the table. He angrily drew his wand and pointed at Anton viciously.

Anton just looked at him lightly.

"Okay." Quirrell tried his best to make himself laugh, but he didn't know if his expression would look like crying, "Actually...actually...it's nothing, right, haha, I'm your professor, teaching you how to It's as it should be, right?"

Anton smiled and nodded lightly.

"Very good." Quirrell's voice trembled a little, "Then let's talk about the secret to the silent casting of the Pull Rope Charm."

The night outside the window turned pitch black.

Snapped!

With a snap of his fingers, a rope suddenly appeared in front of Anton, tying a leg of a high-back chair not far away.

"You are indeed a genius, Anthony." Quirrell was a little unwilling, but still exclaimed.

This is his unique trick. God knows how long he has been thinking about it, but this nasty child learned it in one night, which is not easy.

He was a little unwilling, so he taught it like this?

He was a little dazed, and began to wonder what he was doing?

In the end, he looked up and looked out the window. It was pitch-dark night, and he couldn't see his fingers. It was very suitable for going out to do bad things. Oh, yes, he asked this child to help him, it was just a reward for his life, at least he had a helper.

It's not a huge loss, right?

He could only comfort himself like this.

However, the voice that seemed to repeat a mechanical spell resounded in my ears again, "I can't cast spells without a staff yet!"

Poof!

This time, a mouthful of blood really spurted out.

The blood rolled in his throat, inexplicably still a little sweet.

Quirrell stared at Anton with wide eyes. He couldn't bear it any longer, and roared, "This really needs to be practiced. You don't plan to cast spells without a stick in a few years!"

He roared so loudly that it broke, and he felt his throat was about to tear open~www.mtlnovel.com~ He felt a dull pain in his liver, and he felt that his whole brain was about to burst.

Just say this kid again!

Just one sentence!

Today he will definitely duel him!

The kind that never die!

"Okay." Anton stared at Quirrell and sighed unwillingly, "I'll practice hard, Professor."

go to hell!

Who cares if you want to practice or not!

Quirrell clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug into his palms viciously, he contorted his face and forced a smile, "Can we go to the Forbidden Forest now?"

Anton stared at Quirrell incredulously with wide eyes, "I still haven't taught the Fire Elephant Mantra!"

I'm going to use your Fire Elephant Charm!

Quirrell was out of anger, waving his wand, the door of the office slammed open, slamming against the wall with a loud noise.

Bang!

The dust that shook the ceiling fell down.

He twisted Anton's collar viciously and threw it out.

"You go out! I don't want to see you again! Ah~~~"

Anton took a few steps back before he stabilized, and almost collided with someone.

Looking up, "Professor McGonagall, good evening."

Mag looked at Anton and Quirrell strangely, "You..."

Quirrell tried his best to make himself smile. Really, he tried his best in his life to laugh, smiling brightly.

"Ming...tomorrow...tomorrow night...I'll teach...I'll teach you."

"Okay." Anton was very well-behaved, with the same bright smile.

"Very good." Quirrell's face instantly fell, bang, the office door was closed.

Only Anton and Professor McGonagall looked at each other.

Chapter end

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