White light gushed out from the tip of his wand, building a bridge of light in mid-air, and hurried to the depths of Anton's soul.

"Hahahaha, Dumbledore is so old, do you think I only know black magic? It's ridiculous to cast a spell to prevent me."

"what?"

Voldemort's spell was thrown into the air, and Anton disappeared without a trace in front of his eyes.

Holding his wand, he turned around quickly, his wizard robes danced, and looked around coldly.

"You can't escape, I set up a confinement spell here, you can't escape!"

"Quickly show up!"

The light of the curse emerged, but Anton seemed to have really disappeared.

"All curses end!"

Still not!

"Impossible!" Voldemort roared, and curses were released in the office.

"Return to human form!"

"The traces appear!"

"Break the disguise!"

"Anthony Weasley summoned!"

"Anti-hidden!"

"Impossible, you must still be here, I know, you must still be here!" The release of the spells made him look extremely weak, and phantoms continued to appear on his face.

In the end, he let out a shrill cry and stumbled to the bottom.

After a while, Quirrell stood up, staring blankly at the wand in his hand.

"Idiot, release the spell, find Anthony, he is hiding in a corner of the office!" A sharp cry came from Quirrell's hat.

"Take off the hood, I want to see it with my own eyes!"

"Yes... yes... master." Quirrell replied in a panic.

He hurriedly dismantled the hood, which was so tightly wrapped that it hurt his head, but it definitely prevented any possibility of falling.

Voldemort's screams resounded, and the scolding continued, making Quirrell even more in a hurry.

Anton did not leave.

He still doesn't know how to Apparate, and he doesn't have a better way to escape. Only when he faces life and death directly will many problems be exposed.

For example, the thinking that he was led by the old wizard - the defensive spell plus the attacking spell, is enough to face everything.

So he bought a broom.

Sure enough, he should have listened to Dumbledore's advice and learned more about all kinds of magic.

Anton has now turned into a 'color-changing wind bird', a potion material that looks like a bird but is actually a swarm of spores.

Except that this potion material will show a little figure under the invisible light of the Moropi Pavilion crystal stone, it is usually invisible to the naked eye.

He didn't expect that even Voldemort couldn't detect this transformation spell. It was a magical skill.

This made him start to constantly re-examine the various skills he had learned, such as what Voldemort said just now - being a werewolf with a 5X danger level and a wizard at the same time, how powerful.

At this moment, he flew to the lamp socket on the wall, staring coldly at the figure below.

"Quickly show up!"

Quirrell waved his wand.

"Idiot, it's useless, don't use this!" Voldemort roared, a face appeared on the back of Quirrell's head, and he looked around coldly, "He must still be here, he can't run away, let him I think about it, let me think about it..."

Susu Xianxing is actually useful. Anton's true face is shown, but it is originally invisible to the naked eye.

"Detect with life!" Voldemort screamed.

"As long as he's still here, he'll be able to detect it, hurry up!"

Quirrell swallowed, holding his wand and crying, "I... I can't!"

Voldemort's expression was so wonderful that he couldn't believe it, "You idiot, this is the most basic spell in war magic, why don't you know it?"

"War... war magic?" Quirrell said that this was the first time he had heard the name.

"Choosing you was my biggest mistake, how could you be so stupid!" Voldemort roared again and again, their heads were too close together, Quirrell could only feel his ears buzzing.

So, Anton miraculously heard another lesson about teaching spells.

Voldemort explained all kinds of whimsical reconnaissance spells one by one, and Quirrell used it little by little.

I have to say that Quirrell is indeed a powerful wizard with a solid foundation.

But Voldemort became more and more irritable, and gradually became weaker.

The wall clock on the wall is ticking, looking so harsh in this quiet environment.

An hour has passed...

Two hours have passed...

Three hours have passed...

Four hours have passed...

Until, the sky outside the window gradually turned white.

Obviously, it's almost dawn.

At that time, Anton's unexcused absence from class will definitely attract the attention of other professors, and if Voldemort doesn't intend to give up, he will also cause Quirrell to miss class.

This will cause everyone's attention.

Especially the sensitive Dumbledore!

But if he gave up and let Anton take the opportunity to leave, Voldemort could have guessed that his student would definitely call Dumbledore!

Voldemort knew very well that Dumbledore would never allow him to hurt his students. Once he knew it, he would give up exploring the secret of his immortality and kill him again!

He was caught in an unsolved situation.

He felt that he was in a desperate situation, and he had begun to think about whether to abandon the goal of the Philosopher's Stone and escape from Hogwarts before Anton could find Dumbledore.

Obviously the best situation is coming!

Obviously just need to catch this student~www.mtlnovel.com~ devour him and resurrect him!

Then approach Harry Potter and become his friend!

Then, by virtue of his status, he easily obtained the Philosopher's Stone, and he could even kill Harry Potter with his backhand!

Look, he has everything planned!

He's almost done!

But he is very clear how unfavorable the current situation is. If Dumbledore shoots and he is killed again, he may not know how many lonely and crazy days he will spend in Albania.

That kind of feeling, he definitely doesn't want to do it again!

I'm so unwilling!

Quirrell was even more desperate, he was almost hysterical, he didn't know what kind of situation he was going to face next.

Azkaban?

Or...death?

Anton was not feeling well either. The color-changing wind bird he transformed into was already sitting on the light stand, and he only felt dizzy. The long hours of transformation made him feel a throbbing pain in the depths of his soul.

He could return to his human form at any time, so he could only endure it through gritted teeth.

Compared with patience, he can, but compared with magic, he feels that he is almost exhausted.

And the worst happened!

His soul has changed, and the old wizard's wand used to be a good one, and it was only a little less effective than the one that was bought at Ollivander's wand shop.

Now, because he has cut off the soul of the original body, removed the burden, and released the spell, it is much more powerful than before.

One addition and one subtraction should be similar to the previous effect.

But it's really different.

He even felt that the wand was contradicting himself.

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It seems that I can't hold it anymore!