Chapter 74 My Dear Professor

Knowledge!

Knowledge!

This is valuable knowledge!

"No, no, there is obviously a problem here. According to what you just said, there should be a pause at the third byte, so as to exert the greatest effect!" Anton looked at the blue flames with changing patterns in midair, and frowned. frown.

"Interesting, have you noticed this too?" Professor Quirrell smiled slightly, "This can indeed make the spell stronger, but being strong also means instability, which requires the caster to maintain extremely high concentration at all times , most people can’t do that.”

After explaining the scarecrow curse, Professor Quirrell talked about the product of the scarecrow curse and the content of the original rune spell.

Anton was so intoxicated that he completely entered a state of madness, interrupting the other party's teaching from time to time to ask questions, and sometimes even objecting.

Professor Quirrell was not annoyed, he still had that elegant look, and spoke softly, and a few words could explain all the questions the little wizard had.

"You seem to be researching something, your question is very biased!" The kind smile on Professor Quirrell's face was even better.

"!!!"

Anton finally came to his senses, pulling the corners of his mouth and trying his best to show an awkward smile, "I've just entered school, I'm a first-year student, professor."

Quirrell smiled lightly, "Okay, the course is over, you should go back."

Anton stood up quickly, he thought for a while, and still looked at Quirrell sincerely, "Thank you, Professor."

"Professor?" Quirrell had a smile on his face, so happy.

Oh, there is a difference only when there is a comparison. Anton finally realized that the professor had been smirking for so long just now.

"Well, Professor, good night, goodbye."

Anton hurriedly left, and quickly walked out of the office.

"Anthony Weasley..." Quirrell's voice sounded faintly behind him.

Anton froze suddenly, he had already grabbed the doorknob of the office door with one hand! He squeezed hard, but finally let go.

Turn around and laugh.

With a bright smile.

"Professor, is there anything else?"

Quirrell stood up gracefully, and slowly paced closer.

One step two steps.

It is the pace of the devil.

What the hell, Anton felt goosebumps all over his body, and countless cold sweats burst out of his back in an instant.

Snapped.

Quirrell put a hand on his shoulder.

Anton felt that he must have been under the petrification curse, otherwise he would not be able to move.

"As far as I know, you were studying potions with Snape on Saturday?"

"Yeah." He nodded slightly.

"Very good, smart students should learn more." Quirrell patted his hand lightly, "Come to my office on Sunday."

"???"

Water?

Warjafak?

After leaving Quirrell's office, Anton fled here at almost a sprint speed of 100 meters.

He felt that his fate was bad, and every time he wanted to learn something, he had to be so thrilling and exciting.

When I came out, it was unknowingly dark.

Walking aimlessly in the corridors of Hogwarts Castle, Anton fell into deep thought.

Yes, Voldemort really liked being a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But this doesn't mean that he has nothing to do to teach himself lessons!

Anton didn't feel good about himself. Like the fantasy novels he read in his previous life, the headmaster of a magic academy cried and begged him to teach him magic.

Definitely being targeted by Voldemort!

So……

What can I do to be targeted by Voldemort?

Anton is full of confusion. Apart from being eager to learn, there is also a Viper that exhibits Animagus. He hasn't done anything since the beginning of school?

He really wanted to slap himself right now.

You are the cheapest!

You are easy to learn!

So many professors don't go to study, why ask Professor Quirrell?

Going to Dumbledore now?

Yes, look for Lao Deng.

Anton's face turned ruthless, he doesn't care what monsters you are, or what the plot of the original book is, I will invite Dumbledore to suppress you today!

Walking up the stone steps, Dumbledore's office is at the top of the castle.

Anton gritted his teeth, full of apprehension.

He was actually a little afraid of Dumbledore, mainly because of his background as a dark wizard apprentice, as well as his in-depth grasp of the Cruciatus Curse of the Unforgivable Curse, and he had memorized hundreds of black curses from the old wizard's diary.

The influence brought by the old wizard is not just knowledge. Anton studied at Hogwarts during this period, and deeply felt the difference between this place and the chaotic place at the bottom of the wizarding world.

Voldemort aside, the normal wizarding world is too comfortable.

He is like an old mercenary returning from a war-torn battlefield to a peaceful society, always so out of place.

Of course, he wasn't worried about Dumbledore's insanity, and neither was Voldemort, so it looked like a bluff.

It can only read thoughts, not even memory, unless your thoughts are recalling an image.

And the old goblin, Pedro, is a 'collector and explorer of time and memory'. He has some unique and ingenious techniques for playing with memories and thoughts.

There is no need to learn, Anton has been wandering in Pedro's mind for so long, and he has learned everything that needs to be learned.

If it is said that 'Occlumency' will make people unable to explore any information, the goblin's method is to let people browse in their brains at will, but what they see is what they want them to see.

It can be said that Dumbledore and Voldemort's dementia can only read in his mind what he wants people to read.

Some well-crafted content full of sincerity.

This thing works better than Occlumency.

Turning a corner hastily, Anton almost bumped into an adult wizard.

Take a closer look.

Hold the grass!

Professor Quirrell.

And it's Professor Quirrell with a very elegant smile!

Where did this thing come from? How come here before yourself?

"It's not good for the little wizard to stay up in the middle of the night and wander around the castle."

Mom~

Anton swallowed.

"Hi, professor."

Smile, smile extraordinarily bright.

"It's really great to teach you the lesson just now. As the saying goes, I know everything, and I suddenly have some interesting insights into potions!"

This sentence is not a lie.

Inherited from the old wizard's academic theory of the integration of potions and curses, he really had too many ideas popping up when he was listening to the class just now.

Anton pointed to the office door not far away, "I was just about to come over and ask Professor Snape."

"yes?"

Professor Quirrell smiled slightly, "But I look at you as if you intend to continue going up?"

"Ha!" Anton patted his forehead lightly, "Sometimes it's like this, just thinking about it makes me lose my mind."

Tsk.

Only then did Anton realize that he was already in a cold sweat. The moment he patted it, he felt his forehead was as cold as a dead person.

"Professor, are you here to see Professor Snape?"

The little wizard looked curious.

"Snape..." Professor Quirrell's face was full of strangeness, "No, I don't want to see him now."

"That's it." Anton saluted calmly, "Then, my dear professor, good night."

"Good night."

Quirrell narrowed his eyes and licked the corners of his mouth, as if he was enduring some delicious food. Watching the little wizard walk forward quickly, he knocked on Snape's office.

The wizard robe flicked slightly, and Quirrell walked towards the corridor indifferently.

Hearing the roar of Snape who was awakened, and the little wizard talking about his thoughts excitedly, the corner of Quirrell's mouth slightly raised, "Professor? Huh~"