Chapter 91: Dumbledore's Afternoon Tea

Snape was about to rescue him, but Quirrell didn't take the opportunity to escape, and rushed over again as if he had killed a red eye.

Lao Si pursed his mouth lightly, realizing that Anton still had the strength to fight, so he turned his head to face Quirrell again.

His expression was serious, no longer the kind of cat scratching a mouse, the slightly narrowed corners of his eyes made Quirrell tremble with fright.

Shelly, why did I rush up to my head? ! !

The atmosphere at this time was very delicate.

Snape didn't want to kill him. Quirrell obviously had some connection with the Dark Lord. He wanted to prevent the Dark Lord from being resurrected, because Dumbledore had said that Voldemort in a ghost state would not be resurrected for a long time.

But in case of resurrection, if he kills Quirrell now, he will have no room to maneuver.

Quirrell didn't even want to do it. Once the blood had passed, he was scared to death now.

"Don't fight again!"

The cry of the little wizard came from not far away.

"Don't fight again!"

"You are all my beloved teachers~~~~~~"

"Why do you want me to be here and watch all this helplessly!"

"Don't fight again!"

Snape raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and waved his wand to repel the three-headed dog, closing the door.

Anton gasped as if he was the rest of his life, and returned to his human form.

Then he was twisted up by Snape, took a big mouthful of potion, "Go back to the bedroom, don't run around at this time!"

Anton glanced at Snape, then at Quirrell, and blinked, "Okay."

disappeared in the eyes of the two of them in a flash.

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Take small steps!

Jogging!

Speed ​​run!

Using both hands and feet, he rushed all the way to the bedroom.

Anton sat panting on the stairs outside the common room.

Mommy~

So exciting!

Anton's brain kept echoing the battle just now.

His research was a success!

With the magic image of the fire dragon skin and the werewolf, he successfully created a muscular version of the werewolf comparable to a black bear.

Its defensive power is comparable to that of a fire dragon, and its power has skyrocketed.

Nice!

There is also a battle scene between two professors.

The way the two sides just picked up other people's spells was obviously some kind of silent spell, but the effect was excellent.

And Snape's super powerful spell, even if there were countless layers of Iron Armor spells constantly being released on his body, he was still knocked flying.

Thank you Professor Quirrell for being a meat pad, otherwise he would definitely be hit by a huge force and get internal injuries.

In addition, Quirrell's spells are also very interesting, ropes, fireballs, iron rings, fire lions... I knew he was from Ravenclaw, but those who didn't knew he thought he came from the Circus Vocational Technical School.

Anton took a fancy to the fire lion, waved his magic wand, and a lion made up of flames one and a half meters high appeared on all fours. It was very cool.

Ask Snape or Professor Flitwick some other day.

As for Professor Quirrell...

Anton sighed, the Dark Lord's plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone failed, and it attracted the attention of the school, and now the hope has become slim.

He could imagine what a furious Voldemort would do to Quirrell.

He could also imagine how Quirrell would hate himself.

Don't look at Quirrell's stammering appearance, this is a decent adult wizard, and he's also a professor. He has too many ways to deal with him.

Another point, Voldemort is afraid that he will not be in the mood to teach, and may even tear his face!

The young wizards who have been at the bottom of the wandering wizarding world for two years should not see these human natures too thoroughly.

"It's a pity, this is the teacher who gave me a lot of high-end classes."

Anton was disappointed.

Take a long sigh.

He decided to tell Dumbledore that Old V was hiding on Quirrell's head and killing him completely!

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the next day.

"Professor Dumbledore, my teacher has become so strange!" Anton looked serious.

Dumbledore grabbed a pile of cockroaches and threw it into his mouth, looking at Anton with a smile.

"He was teaching me once, his hat was tilted, and I saw half of his face on the back of his head!" An Dong looked extremely serious, "I have reason to guess that my teacher is being possessed by something strange! "

Dumbledore grabbed another cockroach and threw it in his mouth, eating it deliciously.

Anton put his hands on the desk and stared at Dumbledore closely, "My teacher! Professor Quirrell! He is in danger now! Professor Dumbledore, please save him!"

Dumbledore once again grabbed a pile of cockroaches and threw it into his mouth, squinting his eyes as if he was eating a delicacy in the world.

Special!

What is this reaction? !

Anton almost went crazy.

He danced with emotion, "I checked, the professor went to Albania before, and I heard about V..."

Dumbledore beckoned, interrupting him.

"He casts a spell on his name, and everyone who says his name will be sensed. I think you should mind that."

Anton quickly covered his mouth.

Dumbledore pushed the plate over, "Relax, don't be so anxious, it's best to have some sweets at this time."

"..."

The cockroaches on the plate crawled around, some crawled on the edge of the plate, and fell back to the bottom, their long tentacles swayed, and countless calves swayed and swayed.

"You reminded me last time, this should really have caught my attention." Dumbledore pointed to the plate with a smile, "So I used magic to detect it, and it was full of candy."

"!!!"

God has attracted enough attention!

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Anton was still thinking about when he reminded Dumbledore about Voldemort~www.mtlnovel.com~ Since he crossed over, he has been pretending to be stupid and having a good tongue, wherever he went, Whether it is a hundred-year-old goblin, Snape walking on the border of black and white, or the business elite of the French Muggle world, there is no disadvantage.

However, when it came to Voldemort, there was a little problem.

When it comes to Dumbledore, it is completely ineffective.

He was numb all over.

Smile like a ghost, I can't see Lao Deng's thoughts at all, I'm playing ball!

He was very upset and grabbed a cockroach pile and threw it into his mouth. To be honest, he always felt disgusting about this thing, but now he felt that Lao Deng's unpredictable attitude was even more disgusting, so the cockroach pile seemed to be okay. .

"Well!!!"

The cockroaches were crawling in their mouths, but they didn't feel itchy. Instead, there was a strong sweet smell swimming in their mouths.

Try to take a bite...

It's bursting!

The rich chocolate aroma, the mellowness of peanut butter, and the seductive oil of cashew nuts exploded in the mouth. Several kinds of aromas and tastes were mixed together, making it look extraordinarily layered.

Anton raised his eyebrows and continued chewing, his eyes lit up.

Some hesitation, "I seem to have tasted some sweet and sour taste of berries?"

Dumbledore laughed, "Yes, it's a mixed jam of raspberries and blueberries, how about it, I'll say it's delicious?"

"Sparrow food!"

Anton licked the corner of his mouth, "Can I have another one?"

Lao Deng clapped his hands, and a glass of drink appeared in front of both of them, "Honey lemon juice, take a sip after eating, and your mouth will become particularly refreshing."

So on the afternoon of this Halloween, the sunset glow of the setting sun dyed the sky red, the gauze curtains were floating in the breeze, and the old and the young tasted the afternoon tea seriously.