The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

"The spell to restrain the Scarecrow is the 'Restore Humanoid Charm', which also restrains werewolves and all human transfiguration." Voldemort looked at Anton jokingly, "You foolishly showed your heels, my student."

"Turn into a viper? Turn into a werewolf? And the trick I used last time to turn you into an invisible animal, an invisible beast? Or anything else, whatever."

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he stood up gracefully.

"You're very smart, you must know what I'm going to say. All your proud transformations only need one move, the 'Restoring Humanoid Charm', and they all disappear!" Lao Fu walked around the office, laughing wildly, laughing unscrupulously .

He gracefully took out the wand from the wizard's robe, held the wand in his palm with a unique gesture, and waved it to Anton.

The little wizard swallowed, looking extremely frightened.

He gripped the armrest of the high-back chair forcefully, gripping the armrest extremely hard and ferociously, which made his knuckles white and his veins exposed.

He gritted his teeth, preventing himself from saying some cowardly pleasing words.

Voldemort's eyes were full of playfulness.

"I know you too well. People like you must think of me as a simulated opponent, just like I was thinking about how to defeat Dumbledore."

Voldemort walked lightly in the office, walked slowly behind Anton, put his hand on his shoulder, and chuckled lightly.

"What can I do? All the hard work is like a joke in front of him."

"Right, you must be thinking this way now."

"It's really as desperate as I was back then, haha."

Anton was silent, not saying a word.

"After listening to so many of my classes, you must have a good understanding of the difficult living environment of ancient wizards. Transformation is a promising research direction."

"Wolf poison, vampire bat poison, all kinds of blood magic spells, all kinds of transformation spells, no one has the ability to solve the problems left over from the research of these ancient wizards today."

"Do you know why?"

"Because of the 'Restore Humanoid Spell', yes, because of the appearance of this spell, all transformation magic became a joke. No one is researching in this direction anymore, and all wisdom is cut off."

"A spell that ruined the entire genre, very interesting history."

Ah yes yes yes.

You are right.

The only problem is that I'm not turning into a spell now.

How can this be done?

So annoying, haha.

Oh, don't worry about the complacent inner activities, Anton quickly weaved an emotion and revealed it in his mind.

- It's over! Barbie Q! I didn't think so!

-How to do!

-I am so surprised!

A wand pressed against the back of his head, "Then, such delicious food finally made me unlock the door of the kitchen, what should I do?"

Anton stood up slowly, turned around, and stared coldly at Voldemort.

"Death is a great adventure..."

"My dear professor, you always avoid death, and you may never understand this truth."

With a flat tone and a calm expression, Anton has an indescribable calm and composure.

Now that you are powerless to resist, you should die generously, walk calmly, and at least save a decent amount of money.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes gently.

At this moment.

There was only one word in his heart: Come on~ Be happy~ After waiting for a long time, I finally waited until today~

tasty? Oh, then come and eat, fast!

The atmosphere is all set here, so what are you waiting for?

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Lao Fu's laughter is particularly magical.

Anton slowly opened his eyes and looked at Voldemort lightly.

"The humanoid restoration spell is a very complex, very partial, and very difficult spell. Maybe you look for countless opponents, but you can't find a person who can master this spell."

Voldemort squinted and spoke in an aria.

"But you have to remember, you must remember, I will, I will!"

Voldemort patted Anton's shoulder gently, "I need the blood of magical animals, a lot, a lot!"

"Go to the Forbidden Forest, go to collect more blood, put away your pretending to be a good person, and drain every magical animal!"

"If it doesn't satisfy me, I'll devour your soul, occupy your body, and come by myself."

"You should know that since I have cracked your invisibility, you have no room for negotiation."

Ha ha.

Do you see that I am afraid?

You really want to devour my soul, I can't ask for it.

The little wizard shivered in panic and fear, which made Voldemort laugh even crazier.

Lao Fu gracefully walked back to the armchair behind the desk, leaned leisurely against the back of the chair, and gracefully raised his right hand to support his profile.

"Anthony..." Voldemort rubbed the wand in his hand.

"I'm getting tired of this kind of class. You have to be useful enough to let me know the need to impart knowledge to you."

Hahaha.

When I don't know?

If you don't hold your head up, you'll fall to the ground softly now, and pretend it to me.

Under the vision of the wizard, Anton was surprised to find that a dark green crack appeared on Quirrell's body again. He could vaguely feel the meaning represented by this magical image - the pain of tearing the soul, piercing the bone .

A piece of parchment flew out from the shelf and landed lightly on Anton's hand.

"This is the potion that Quirrell drank before. I got the formula. I went to the Forbidden Forest to find magical animals, draw blood, and refine it. I need to see the finished product!"

"Don't force me to go that far, my student."

Voldemort's tone was faint.

Anton was silent for a long time, then nodded.

He could not be afraid of Voldemort's intended devouring, but he also had to consider that the professor who was getting a little crazy suddenly cast a Killing Curse on him.

He still couldn't beat Voldemort, he was very clear about that.

"If this can help you." Anton raised his eyes from the parchment and looked at Lao Fu, "Professor, I will help you."

"Very good~"

Voldemort raised his hand gracefully, "Go ahead then."

"???" Wucao, what about today's class? Anton stared at Lao Fu and found that he really couldn't hold it anymore.

This bad state.

He smacked his mouth and left with some regret.

The office door is closed.

Only Voldemort was left in the dark.

In an instant, Voldemort stopped possessing and returned to the back of his head.

Quirrell regained his body, drowning him in endless pain, and he whimpered as he rolled off his seat and rolled on the ground.

His face was extremely pale, and his body was dripping with cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth, "Lord... Master, I may no longer be able to bear your possession!"

"I know!" Voldemort screamed from inside his hat.

"This bad body can't hold my soul at all!"

"Anthony..."

"Why wasn't he afraid just now? Isn't his invisibility spell a transformation spell?"

"He's not afraid, I know, I know!"

Ever since he knew that Anthony could modify his memories and thoughts, Voldemort had been too lazy to use Dementor, which was not a 100% effective spell.

After all, Anton's behavior is too strange. When he should be afraid, he acts like a normal person.

But Voldemort knew Anthony too well, or he was referring to his own school years - he would be afraid of a terrible teacher. But if his life is threatened by the teacher, he will only think of ways to fight back, not fear.

The reaction should not be to close your eyes, but to quickly draw out your wand and cast a curse!

He now relies more on his rich life experience to see people, and he has enough experience to judge - Anthony was not afraid at that time.

That's why he didn't immediately swallow Anthony's soul!

He could smell danger.

"Quirro, watch out for Anthony!"

Quirrell would have scolded out loud if it wasn't for the pain to speak now.

You didn't teach it! Yes, you taught him enough to be able to resist! Oh, now turn me back and tell me to be careful?

Why did you go early?

It's just a pit in the head!

I have long opposed you teaching him!

Quirrell imagined that Voldemort had a pit in his head, oh, what kind of image was that, with a sunken forehead, or a collapsed nose?

This must be interesting.

This kind of malicious fantasy finally brought him a trace of comfort.

However, he seems to have forgotten that Lord Dark Lord is very good at dementing.

Quirrell suddenly let out a shrill low roar, and his body, which was paralyzed on the ground, tensed up and kept shaking.