The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Time passed little by little.

The sound of frolic came faintly from outside the office door. This was the sound of the Weasley twins returning from nowhere.

Not long after, there were sparse footsteps in the corridor.

Here are some early risers.

Voldemort's expression changed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Quirrell still didn't give up, waving the rope to explore the office little by little.

He actually had a conjecture, that Anton had escaped from here long ago and slipped under the nose of the Dark Lord. And they were stupid enough to put a spell in the office all night.

But he didn't dare to say anything, didn't dare to ask anything.

However, the magic power gradually dried up, and the handsome spellcasting performance of snapping a finger to attract a rope in the past is gone. It was a wandless spell and a silent spell, and God knows how proud he was. Now he can barely wield his wand to cast a spell, and the ropes have become weak.

At this moment, Anton's figure appeared on the large back chair behind the desk.

He reclined on the seat, with his elbows on the armrests, his fists against his cheeks, as if he had just woken up, his feet were straight on the desk, and he looked at them lazily.

"You're still here!" Voldemort looked at Anton coldly.

Shrugging, Anton smiled, "Why can't I be here, you are the famous Dark Lord, the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard in history, how can I escape. But I am not without self-protection ability in front of you. "

Rubbing his back against the chair, Anton stretched comfortably.

"It's been a good night's sleep, Dark Lord, my professor, you see, I have a way to deal with you." Anton looked proud, "You want to swallow my soul, but, hey, guess what? What's the matter, the moment you pounce, I'll disappear."

Voldemort's eyes were extremely cold.

"You are indeed good enough, no one has ever done this in front of me."

"Really?" Anton smiled brightly, "I feel very proud too."

They were silent and silent, and the atmosphere in the office was extremely depressing.

Suddenly, Voldemort frowned, "Why do you have so many characters in your head?"

"Is Dementor?" Anton grinned, "Occlumency is too difficult, I can't learn it yet."

The slender fingers lightly nodded his head, "This is called memory sorting. It is a way to sort out memory and thinking. I put the computer program code on the outside." (Anton was a programmer in his previous life. mentioned.)

"Hey hey, Professor, I'm afraid you can't understand the code? According to the third rule of the Seven Laws of Goblin Memory, "If you can't understand, you will be confused."

What is the code?

Voldemort said he couldn't understand.

Legilimency can no longer be the magic weapon for victory, he can only stare at Anton coldly, "Then, why are you still in front of me?"

oh~

Speaking of this, Anton is not sleepy.

He put his feet down and twisted his waist, as if his whole body was aching from a bad sleep, and then he stood up straight and bent slightly.

"My dear teacher, you just said that you are the person who knows the soul best in the world." Anton's eyes lit up, "I want to learn this!"

Voldemort sneered.

"I taught you knowledge before, which really fulfilled my dream of becoming a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but that's all. Using the time of study and using magic spells to affect the balance of your soul is what I want most."

"I don't have any students. If I did, I would be dead."

"You..." Voldemort's eyes were extremely cold, "It will only be my delicious food."

Anton raised his finger and shook it, "No no no, I have more use for you."

Voldemort did not speak.

"For example, the magic stone that can revive you, maybe you can use it to become immortal."

This is nonsense, Voldemort still sneered, not because of the Philosopher's Stone, did he think that he was too long to run under Dumbledore's eyes when he was at his weakest?

"I can give you useful help on the way to obtain the Philosopher's Stone!" The sincerity on Anton's face almost overflowed, "Everything in the world has a price, and this is the tuition I paid."

"Don't rely on you!" Quirrell finally interjected, his scream was so anxious and furious, "Master can get the Philosopher's Stone with me! I don't need anyone else!"

He spoke very fast, like a machine gun, "I already know all the levels, I have already cracked Snape's potion, and I have a way to get the secret of dealing with Hagrid's three-headed dog. , I also found the information on Dumbledore's mirror, I can go in and get the Philosopher's Stone by myself!"

Anton waited for him to finish speaking with a calm face, and said jokingly, calmly and calmly, "The premise is that there is a Philosopher's Stone in there."

"!!!"

"!!!"

Voldemort and Quirrell both expressed shock.

Anton spread his hands helplessly, "Why do you think Dumbledore wouldn't put the Philosopher's Stone on his body, and that thing isn't particularly cumbersome, and it's no safer to put on him than anywhere else?"

"!!!"

"!!!"

"Professor Quirrell, why don't you go and grab the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore and give it to your master?" Anton's face was full of ridicule.

"..."

Anton smiled again and said to Voldemort, "Or do you want to grab it yourself, Professor?"

Get a fart!

Voldemort cursed in the bottom of his heart, and he is in a mess now - yes, why does he believe that the Philosopher's Stone is in that room?

Dumbledore said it himself?

Haha, is that really true? He knew how cunning Dumbledore was. He was a man who was also proficient in black magic. It was the stupidest idea to think of him as a rigid and upright gentleman.

"When does Dumbledore put the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror, or whether the mirror puts the Philosopher's Stone or the cockroach pile, it can only depend on his own will."

"And me!" Anton pointed to himself with a thumbs up, "Thanks to you, my dear teacher, I have a very good relationship with Professor Dumbledore now~www.readwn.com~ I have a chance to know of!"

"..."

Voldemort didn't answer, Quirrell moved his mouth and finally dared not promise what he could do.

The office fell silent again.

Finally, the noise from the stairs outside the office became louder and louder. Obviously, it was almost time for class.

Voldemort waved his fingers lightly, and the office door clicked open a crack, "Get out!"

"Okay." Anton smiled and nodded, facing him slowly backing away, he obviously didn't want to expose his back to Voldemort.

Grabbing the armrest lightly and pulling it away, Anton took a deep look at Voldemort and was about to leave.

"Come here on Sunday." Lao Fu's voice seemed a little hoarse.

"Okay!" An Dong smiled, with a particularly bright smile.

Went out gently and closed the door gently, leaving only darkness in the office.

He took a deep breath and walked up the stairs against the crowd, meeting many students of the same grade to greet him.

"Hey, Anton." Nodding with a smile.

"Hey, Anthony." He nodded with a smile.

All the way to Dumbledore's office, through the monster sculpture at the door, enter.

"What are you doing here with me now?" Dumbledore raised his head from behind the desk, and his half-moon glasses flashed, "Merlin's beard, how did your magic power dry up to such a degree!!!"

Anton just gave a smile.

Bang!

Fainted and fell to the ground.

Dumbledore hurriedly walked out from behind the desk and exclaimed, "You can grit your teeth and insist on coming to my office in this state. You are as tough as Fiennes said."