The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 98

"Professor~~~"

In the dark corners of the Forbidden Forest, the flowers, plants and trees here seem to have been ravaged by some terrifying giant beast, and they look messy everywhere.

Next to a large pit that had apparently collapsed, Anton was pulling **** Quirrell's hand, which apparently had several broken bones, and wept bitterly.

"Professor~~~"

"You died so miserably~~~"

"My professor! Oh~ my dear professor! My poor professor~~" Anton took a deep breath, pulled the hand that had become strangely shaped, and cried aloud, "You died so miserably~ so miserable Ah~~~"

I don't know if the little wizard's cry was too shrill and high-pitched.

It was still the hand that was about to break that was pulled so hard that his whole body twitched in bone-piercing pain, and Quirrell finally woke up.

"Haha~" An Dong looked surprised, "Professor, you finally woke up!"

"Great! You're not dead!"

"Quick, get out of the pit!"

Anton grabbed Quirrell's twisted hand with one hand and twisted foot with the other, and pulled hard again.

Just as Quirrell was about to speak, he took a sharp breath, rolled his eyes, shook a few times, and passed out again.

So unplayable?

Anton swallowed his saliva, stuck out his finger tremblingly, and gently placed it in front of Quirrell's nose.

"You...you can't die..."

This time he was really a little scared, especially if Quirrell was killed, Voldemort would have to find another body to parasitize.

So, where is the best place to look?

The answer is obvious.

Anton was too nervous, and jabbed his finger on Quirrell's face a few times before placing it in front of his nose.

"No……"

"Are you out of breath?"

An Dong burst into tears, "My professor~~~"

Suddenly, Quirrell's eyes snapped open.

Staring at Anton.

hiss~

This look is not right!

Anton reacted instantly, this is so old!

He is still in the vision of the "wizard's eye", and if it wasn't for the purpose of secretly mapping Voldemort's magical image, he would be too lazy to accompany Quirrell in mourning here.

At that moment, the changes were extremely fast, less than a second.

The tangled black line on the back of Quirrell's head suddenly spread out, as if the yarn of the Yalong species' throat stretched, and instantly expanded into a blob of color. Countless black lines appeared again, extending up and down Quirrell's body, twisting into a unique pattern.

In less than a second, Quirrell's entire body changed from a yellowish **** to a black one.

Black with a deep and lonely smell.

very unique.

For the first time, Anton saw the magic image of the wizard with 'feeling'.

Voldemort's magical image is obviously very problematic. The large and small dark green crack lines on his body are different from those of ordinary people, which are almost catching up with the lines of 'sticked and broken porcelain'.

Thanks to the unique skills of Pedro's "Time and Memory Collector", Anton instantly modified all the thoughts and memory representations in his brain.

Thanks to the old wizard's high-pressure two-month training, which made him respond extremely quickly.

Flint Electric Light Room.

Anton's face showed great joy, "Professor!"

"Oh~ my dear professor, that's great, you're not dead!"

Professor Quirrell smiled gracefully.

Well, it's Voldemort.

Anton hurriedly waved his fingers, and the Traction Rope of the Silent Curse was released, and several ropes hung Quirrell out of the pit, "Very good, Professor, hold on, I'll take you to the school infirmary."

"Can't go!" Voldemort said lightly, but with undeniable determination.

"Release the healing spell for me, at least so that I can pick up the wand, and I'll do the rest myself."

Anton was stunned.

He opened his mouth, "Healing spell? I can't?"

Voldemort thought for a while, "That's right, this is a spell that is only taught in the seventh grade elective course, so what about the healing potion? You've been studying with Snape for so long, don't tell me you can't? You are like this I know too well who I am, and I will definitely carry it with me.”

Anton spread his hands helplessly.

"I'm sorry, really not."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

Anton sighed, "Professor Snape really didn't teach me. He has been teaching me theory classes and various ideas for experiments."

This time, Voldemort was surprised. His eyes rolled and looked at Anton up and down.

"It seems that Snape values ​​you very much. This is taught in the way of teaching an apprentice himself."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, dragging a long voice, "Anthony Weasley..."

"You are really similar to my childhood. I was so good back then, and too many professors treated me like this, worrying that I didn't lay a solid foundation."

Anton's mouth twitched.

Should this be a sign of pride? he does not know. What's so good about being like Voldemort.

Voldemort thought for a while, "Let me teach you, the healing spell is not difficult for you. In fact, this spell can only cure minor injuries. You may have to cast it a few more times."

"???" Anton looked at him curiously, "Why don't you teach a more powerful healing spell, maybe I can treat you better?"

"Huh~"

Voldemort let out a sneer, "Healing spells are a subject, a more complex subject than transformation spells. Unless you specialize in learning, the average adult wizard can only master the simplest 'healing as ever', and even This spell can only heal minor wounds without magical damage."

"If you are hurt by a certain spell, or even cut off your head, you can recover as long as you recite the reverse spell."

"But if it is a knife that cuts off the head, unless a master who is proficient in healing spells makes a timely move, then it will only be death."

"Anthony, you think too much about the spell."

"At this time, the most useful thing is not a spell, but a potion."

"Think about Dumbledore's funny nose that was cut off in two and completely crooked, think about Harry Potter's short-sightedness, think about the fat and thin bones that are flooding the wizarding world with life expectancy..."

This is the key to Anton's efforts to reach out to Snape, Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Look at what people say.

A simple spell, from the broadest vision description to the most in-depth subtle manipulation, the courses of these masters have a depth that the general teaching courses do not have.

Anton loves this kind of class.

The notepad floated up from the messenger bag, and several ballpoint pens of different colors automatically wrote and drew on it, recording all the contents.

"Healing as ever!"

"Healing as ever!"

After practicing again and again, a cloud of white light suddenly lit up at the tip of the stick.

Different from the lighting spell, this light is milky white, and it looks like a lot of milky white silk threads are surging in mist.

"Remember, many people say that spells require firm will and full of emotions, which is wrong!" Voldemort said some very subversive words at random.

"Extremely strong emotions will only make this spell out of control, and out of control is the most dangerous."

"Relax as much as possible, let your will relax, let your emotions relax, and release the spell in the easiest way possible."

"At this time, you will find that although the power of the spell cannot reach the highest limit you can release, you can freely control every subtle corner of the spell."

"And such a spell will be more powerful than extreme emotions."

"Controlling the good intentions of your healing freely and the malice of killing with ease, this is the general truth for any spell." Voldemort's eyes were extremely proud, with a look of "the whole world is a fool".

"Remember, when a dark wizard releases a spell, if his posture is graceful, rather than crazy or even crazy, he must be an extremely dangerous dark wizard."

"Similarly, some white wizards who roar loudly and look imposing are not worth mentioning."

"Then, the lesson ends here."

"Hurry up and treat my arm."

"Okay!" Anton happily recorded every word of the Dark Lord, put away the notepad, and quickly waved his wand.

In fact, the Dark Lord is very pitiful.

The so-called elegant and comfortable control is not at all a field that Anton, a first-year child, can touch~www.mtlnovel.com~ His power varies from time to time, it is better to make the will extremely firm, and the effect will be better.

There is also the so-called "healing as ever" that needs to be put on a few more times...

From the very beginning at eleven o'clock in the evening.

Anton released until 5:30 in the morning!

He didn't know how many spells he had released.

Released until the whole person was numb.

Released until the whole person is about to split.

It is really about to crack.

An incomparably deep tearing feeling came from the depths of the soul, which was the pain caused by the depletion of magic power.

In fact, it has already been so uncomfortable.

Anton asked his dear professor for that kind of healing potion.

A whole bottle of precious, dried up all night.

It should be noted that this thing is not a magic potion. There is no magic potion in the wizarding world. Magic power comes from the soul. The best way for a wizard to recover is to take a good night's sleep.

Snape's potion is a bit like giving the body a spa, the effect is 'at least it feels more comfortable this way'.

Kankan just treated Quirrell's arm.

Voldemort finally had a way to pull out his wand and waved it gently, but after a while, he stood up intact.

He looked at the dumb-eyed little wizard lying on the ground, smiled slightly, with a strange and indescribable emotion.

Randomly twisting the strap of Anton's messenger bag, the whole person lifted like a feather.

Walking slowly all the way back to the castle, he also nibbled an eight-eyed giant spider for supper.

He threw Anton into the school infirmary and went back to sleep by himself.

The ghost knows how dazed Anton was when he woke up from the school infirmary, "Why Mao? Why is Mao lying in the school infirmary?"

Chapter end