Chapter 132: Lao Fu Didn't Fool

By the time the five returned to Weasley's cabin, night had fallen.

The chrysalis of the ghost-faced hawkmoth absorbed all the other ingredients of the potion, and turned itself into a small fur ball the size of a fingernail.

This means that Anton is right to simplify the steps.

The five people came to the terrace on the second floor to welcome the baptism of the moonlight.

"Everything has a price. The simplification of the steps will bring about an increase in danger. We only need to hold this fur ball for one night, but we need to restrain the killing intent in our hearts and keep silently chanting the words of Animagus in our hearts." Turn into a spell."

Anton casually threw the fur ball into his mouth, and in an instant, the world turned blood red, and all the people around him also turned into strange images, with the eyes of black wizards everywhere.

"No one is carrying a magic wand. If you still can't restrain negative emotions such as killing intent, fear, anger, etc., I will tie you up."

"But I hope..."

Anton stared at them, and said earnestly, "Remember, we are wizards, noble wizards, nothing can control our hearts, neither spells nor potions. This is an experience for the soul. I hope you can uphold your heart."

No one answered him, and the expressions of the four people were all different.

Neville looked resolute, staring closely at the Forbidden Forest in the distance. The fighting and killing during the day made this little boy mature a lot.

Hannah slumped on the ground, as if she had seen something terrifying, and finally she gritted her teeth and stood up.

"I don't think we can stand around like this," Fred suggested.

"Indeed, Anton, can't you transform the house? Quickly create a few deck chairs, and we can enjoy a good moonlight bath." George added.

It looked calm, so calm that it didn't look like the twins themselves.

Anton chuckled, after going through a battle, the four of them somehow had the idol baggage of 'I'm actually very good and I need to maintain my image'.

Install, continue to install!

Neville, your legs are almost shaking, and Hannah, your expression is so stiff that you are about to collapse.

While complaining in his heart, he still conjured up five deckchairs on the terrace.

Everyone took their seats.

Anton could hear secretly relieved voices, one after another.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and the moon has cooperatively not disappeared in the middle of the night, otherwise they would need to start all over again.

In this way, before the sun rose, several people buried the bottle containing the potion in the ground of Weasley's cabin.

Pulled by the elephant vine to the deepest part of the ground, it is quiet, undisturbed, and protected by the elephant vine.

Then they have to wait for a storm to come.

Maybe tomorrow morning, maybe two years from now, who knows.

The weather in the wizarding world is disturbed by magic, and it does not communicate with the weather in the Muggle world, and Anton has no way to judge when there will be a storm based on the weather forecast in the Muggle world.

Be patient.

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It wasn't until the next night that Anton Shi Shiran came to Quirrell's office with a simple potion made from a runic snake and a jar of snake blood.

Quirrell couldn't wait to take it, uncorked the bottle, and drank half of the bottle in one go.

"Okay...it seems...it doesn't seem to be that useful anymore." Quirrell said with a sad face, "I need to go to sleep, otherwise I feel like I can't hold it anymore."

If even the potion made from the blood of magical animals is useless, he can only go to the last step.

The blood of unicorns.

God, he really doesn't want to drink the blood that represents holiness but is actually full of filthy curses. After being contaminated, he will be extremely cursed and become half-undead.

"The Philosopher's Stone! Fool!" came a shrill voice from the hat. "The Philosopher's Stone can undo this curse!"

Oh, the Lord Dark Lord once again snooped into his thoughts.

Or rather, his every moment of thought was under the Dark Lord's nose.

Quirrell sighed helplessly, and before he could even drive Anton away, he staggered to the inner room of the office, where there was a bed.

Slap.

He fell on the bed and fell asleep in an instant.

"Get that snake out of the cage!" came a shrill voice from the hat.

Anton nodded, and lightly waved his wand, the fully enclosed iron cage began to deform, and the rune snake crawled out.

He activated the 'wizard eye' spell early on, staring straight at Quirrell's head.

I saw those black silk threads floating gently in the air from the depths of the dark green cracks on Quirrell's body.

The reddest, a whole group of black color blocks floated out of Quirrell.

Under Anton's normal right eye sight, a dense gray-black fog appeared in front of his eyes.

The dense fog rushed towards the rune snake at an extremely fast speed.

Possession again!

Anton raised his eyebrows. He found that when Voldemort possessed the rune snake, there were several color patches all over his body that were about to split, and quickly turned into a group of strange black silk threads.

Instantly submerged in the rune snake.

"!!!" Haha, he seems to have recorded another interesting magic image.

But, what effect should this spell have now?

awesome!

"Not bad." Voldemort's voice came out of the snake's mouth, returning to that elegant tone.

"Even in the body of an ordinary rune snake, it's more comfortable than in the head of a fool like Quirrell."

"Anthony..."

"Join my Death Eaters, I give up the idea of ​​devouring you, your excellence has more uses, you need a bigger stage." Voldemort's rune snake body raised three heads and stared at Anton .

This was clearly the greatest kindness Voldemort could show.

Having been together for so long, Anton could feel that Voldemort was the kind of extremely proud person who didn't even bother to lie.

It is so natural to say that he wants to kill you, and it is so natural to say that he does not intend to kill you.

Anton pursed his lips.

He thought about it seriously, and then looked at Lao Fu, "Okay, tell me what your program is?"

"Programme?" Voldemort's tone rose in disbelief.

just know.

You just want to be disruptive, dictatorial, that's all.

So why am I taking my life to play such a boring trick with you?

"Only when I become strong can I be able to help you." Anton looked at Voldemort sincerely, "However, if I become strong, I can live a good life under the inherent rules. My respect for rights The desire is not strong, so why should I work so hard?"

"Following your footsteps, I have nothing to gain except the need to keep killing people. I also have to be an enemy of Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic."

"No! You don't understand!" Voldemort's voice became a little sharper, "Pure blood is noble, so it should maintain the blood of the wizarding world. Over the years, the wizarding world has continued to mix blood, and the continuous mixing of blood has led to a generation of wizards. Not as good as a generation."

"If this continues, let alone Muggles, all intelligent creatures will want to replace wizards."

"Fairies, centaurs, vampires, werewolves..."

"Even a house-elf would want to step on a wizard's head."

"Oh, at that time, the Muggle world protected by Dumbledore will face a group of goblins or something else."

"Those intelligent races don't control Muggles the way we do."

"They will kill all babies with magical powers, and finally cut off all wizards."

Anton shook his head, "No!"

"Everything you said is based on the 'representative achievements of wizard blood'."

He looked at Voldemort seriously, "But the fact is that wizards have not become stronger because of blood. heart!"

"Self-awareness, memory, emotion, emotion, will, desire, regret, etc., are the source of power for wizards, not blood!"

"A lot of times, we can even throw away the body, not to mention the ridiculous pedigree."

"Hahahaha." Voldemort smirked, "Is that true?"

"You have indeed gone very far in the path of magic."

"But you didn't realize that every powerful wizard has a pure blood, even if it is a mixed blood, it is the first mixed blood wizard."

"Wizards born from mixed blood many times, really have a way to master this kind of spiritual power?"

"Look at the classmates around you...Anthony..." Voldemort dragged his voice, with three heads and six eyes staring at Anton coldly, "Tell me, who can be called excellent, or who has potential? Perfect, but not pure blood or first mixed blood?"

"A lot." Anton said, after thinking for a while, he took a deep breath, "It seems..."

It seems that there is no such thing! ! ! !

Pure-blood families do have a lot of silly kids born from close relatives, like Braque and Goyle. But even for idiots like these two, Braque could still unleash Fiendfire, a high-end black magic capable of incinerating Horcruxes.

Who else?

By the way, wandering Lupin.

Anton quickly flipped through the information deep in his mind, and finally took a breath.

Lupine came from a pure-blood family, the Lupine family.

His father, Lyle Lupine, was once a world-renowned authority on the phantoms of non-human demons. The Ministry of Magic also kindly invited him to join the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control, which shows that his professional ability is extremely recognized.

Therefore, Lupine's achievements in black magic creatures come from family inheritance.

Gan!

Is Lao Fu not fooling around?

Anton looked bewildered.