The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts Chapter 99

"You need a good rest, my God, Professor Quirrell has no sense of responsibility. He even let the little wizard practice spells until he fainted!"

Madam Pomfrey grumbled and pushed Anton back onto the pillow.

"Son, you need a good rest."

It was the same hospital bed, the scenery outside the window, and the same scene.

An Dong smacked his mouth and felt that the school infirmary had too much fate with him.

Sigh.

There were noises from the classmates outside the window. Anton was lying on the hospital bed bored, staring at the ceiling.

After a while, a pattern composed of light lines, color blocks, crack lines, etc. appeared in the air.

This is the magical image of the Pulling Rope Charm that Professor Quirrell cast.

Next to him, he drew another magical image of himself casting a rope-pulling spell.

Similar, but there are many differences.

Apparently this very unlovable professor hid several hands.

After the old wizard invented the 'Wizard's Eye' potion, he was able to observe this aspect of magic, and he was almost immersed in it for the rest of his life.

Study the variation of each magic, study the difference of each person's spell.

He touched some magical realm.

But now, Anton has inherited this precious wealth and continues to walk along the path that the old wizard walked.

He also has his own invention, which is to simulate the effect of this kind of magic image with his own magic power. He does not ask for the principle or seeks a deep understanding, and imitates it by copying it, which is called the "Bionic Magic Spell".

But with the accumulation of more and more knowledge, Anton has more and more perceptions in this area. Anton did not focus on pondering and imitating more things, but moved towards more in-depth research.

Use 'magic images' and 'bionic spells' as tools to explore the mysteries of the spells themselves, to help you better master the spells.

Outstanding results.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and countless ropes hung him, some even dragged him behind his back, gently hanging him out of thin air in mid-air.

"Wow~"

Is this the extent of Quirrell's leash charm?

"Hehe~" An Dong smiled, his smile was pure, as if he was a thief who stole some kind of precious treasure.

He had learned Quirrell's box-pressing techniques!

Great!

The rope slowly descended to put him down, then rolled up the four corners of the quilt, tidied it up gently, and then disappeared in front of him.

Similar to the Floating Charm, but with its own characteristics, the Pulling Rope Charm looks more sophisticated.

Anton really likes tow rope spells.

The things he likes have always been different, and they are spells that others seem useless. Anton doesn't know why, but he just likes it.

Such as floating spells, such as 'moving figures', such as traction rope spells.

Different from the study of the Iron Armor Spell, it was a study full of utilitarianism for the sake of defense, and he had sufficient initiative in these spells.

To go further along Pedro, along Quirrell, along the road that all the wizarding realms have traveled.

So……

There is a very interesting magic image waiting for him in front of him.

Countless lines of black light in mid-air quickly formed a complex image of coils.

It looks like a mess, but if you look closely, there is a unique rhythm.

Especially as it creeps back and forth slowly, it looks like...

"It's like sleeping?" Anton raised his eyebrows in surprise.

His research on magic images has surpassed that of old wizards, and he is somewhat predictable about unknown magic images.

He doesn't need to study, he can make guesses based on countless knowledge when he looks at this thing.

Whether this thing can be simulated with its own magic power, and whether it will be dangerous after the simulation, is somewhat clearer.

The spool of thread began to change, one piece suddenly and quickly, quickly turned into a magical pattern, and then transformed into a whole piece of color.

Anton observed two changes on the back of Quirrell's head, one was the one in front of him, and the other was a change of countless black lines extending from the color block.

"The second type should be possession!" Anton instantly made a judgment, "It's not a parasite, it's a body that can control the body, but it looks extremely unstable!"

The most important thing is that after the second spell was released, Anton obviously found that there were more dark green crack images on Quirrell's body, which obviously did great harm to Quirrell.

"Try?"

Anton murmured.

It is dangerous to imitate unknown spells.

But Anton clearly felt that the effect of this thing should be positive.

And you must know that Voldemort is a super-strong dark wizard, and he is a knowledgeable dark wizard. The magic spell that he can use when the wandering soul is the most depressed is definitely a good spell.

It's worth a try!

And, he's in the almighty Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary!

Do what he says, Anton who has made a decision has the determination to move forward.

Invoking magic power, enduring the exhaustion and discomfort faintly conveyed in his mind, he simulated the image of this magic power little by little.

finally.

huh~

fantastic.

It's like the feeling of taking a deep breath.

His whole person fell into extreme tranquility and extreme darkness.

He seemed to fall into some warm ocean, rippling and swaying.

just like……

Back to the state of a baby still in the mother's womb.

He felt that he was becoming more relaxed, comfortable, and healthy, and even the heaviness accumulated in the past was gradually dissipating.

rippling~

I don't know how long it took~www.mtlnovel.com~suck~

He seemed to take a deep breath. In this breath, there was the warmth brought by the sun, the smell of grass and soil brought by the breeze, and the slight murmur brought by the hustle and bustle of the world.

Anton slowly opened his eyes.

He blinked, and suddenly reached out his hand and touched all over his body strangely.

It was as if he had slept for a long, long sleep, and when he woke up, his whole body was full of energy.

Lifting the quilt, he stepped lightly on the wooden floor of the school infirmary with his bare feet, walked slowly to the windowsill, and looked at the sky outside the castle and the rippling light of the black lake.

He glanced at the time on his watch again in astonishment.

"It's been an hour."

"It's only been an hour?"

All the fatigue and discomfort due to the excessive release of the spell were swept away, and the whole person was indescribably refreshing.

"Mom~"

Anton was amazed, he seemed to have learned an incredible spell.

A spell that quickly restores magic power.

Do not!

Not only the magic power, but even the soul, the body, and even the mind have been comforted.

"Lao Fu is simply a treasure!"

So, this is the magic spell that Lao Fu used to restore himself in the wandering spirit state?

One of Lao Fu's trump cards?

"Hey hey hey..."

I don't know where Voldemort learned it, or whether it was a spell he invented.

If this is a magic spell invented by oneself, it would be too interesting, longing for a peaceful mother's embrace?

Yes, this is the emotion of this spell.

From magic images to magic spells to emotions, all the way back.

"This spell, I call it 'Mama Tom's Embrace', quack..."

Chapter end