Chapter 144 Can't You See It

The designer of the third level is Professor Flitwick, who is of goblin blood and a master of spells.

The Golden Snitch and the "Thousands of Bullets" form a Gatling bullet rain with automatic cruise.

With the energetic three-headed dog, the relentless devil vine, and the one in front of him, Anton knew how brutal the defense system for protecting the Philosopher's Stone was.

Obviously, it's all about difficulty.

If it is the Harry Potter trio playing the entertainment mode of the novice tutorial.

The arrival of Quirrell and Voldemort is really a hell mode.

"You said it was very simple?" Anton turned his head to look at Quirrell blankly, and made a gesture of invitation, "Why don't you come?"

Ten thousand bullets is a high-end magic spell, which is usually only known by senior students in the fifth and sixth grades.

What's more, basically when the time comes, it will call some birds and the like to attack, and the strength will not be strong.

"No!" screamed Quirrell from his hat.

"Anton, come here!"

Anton's eyes turned cold, "This is beyond what I can handle, teacher, are you trying to kill me?"

"Chacha..." Voldemort's strange smile was extremely harsh.

"You must be good enough to be my subordinate, otherwise you will either be swallowed by me, or..."

Voldemort's voice cooled down, "... just die!"

Cold words, devoid of human emotion.

Anton stared closely at Quirrell's head, and finally smiled lightly, "Okay!"

He stroked his wand, and said in a faint voice, "Professor, you should know that I am very grateful. Although you are so bad, I am still willing to help you."

"Senseless emotions!" screamed Voldemort.

Anton ignored him and continued, "Go to the mirror for you, and I don't owe you anything."

"After all..." Anton looked at Quirrell with a sneer, "With such a thing, it is a miracle that you can walk in front of the mirror!"

silence……

Voldemort fell silent for a rare moment.

"Armor protection!" Anton cast an iron armor spell on himself, walked gently to the corner, silently looked at the broom in front of him, and looked up at the countless keys.

"Hurry up!" screamed Voldemort, "I can't wait!"

Anton waved his wand, murmured words, and tapped his left hand lightly, neither slow nor fast.

Soon, a feather pattern of pink light emerged in his palm.

Then, he gently moved his palm close to the broomstick, and the magic pattern burst into a hazy light.

Grasp it.

call out!

Anton quickly shuttled into the sky.

quick!

Very fast!

It's almost impossible to see anything.

The speed boost effect of the sub-dragon feather on the broomstick is amazing!

"I order you..." Wand waved, "Sparkle!"

A golden exclamation mark suddenly floated above one of the countless keys, following closely as the key flew.

call out!

call out!

The flying broom that has been blessed with the magical power of the sub-dragon feathers is extremely fast, faster than the golden snitch, so fast that if it accidentally hits the wall, the car will crash and people will die.

Anton has enough tenacity, no fear and panic in his heart, and he is steady.

He quickly inserted among the flying keys, and reached out to grab them.

Got you!

All the keys stopped, and then, the speed increased, hitting like bullets.

Surrounded, circled, quickly came to the door, inserted, turned, and kicked Quirrell in.

Simply neat!

Let go of the broomstick, roll in, and the floating spell drives the wooden door shut.

Dodododododo...

The wooden board, which was obviously protected by magic power, was still pierced by the key, and it was smashed to pieces in an instant.

But the keys did not continue to attack, and the wooden door recovered after a flash of light.

It's like walking into a house in a stormy weather, closing the door lightly, and everything calms down.

...

Behind the door is a huge hall.

A huge chessboard formation appeared in the hall.

Anton was silent, pursed his lips, and spread his hands helplessly, "I don't know everything."

"Haha." Quirrell seemed to have regained his confidence, and said loudly with a smile, "I'll do it, I'll do it. If Slytherin relies on conspiracy to calculate this kind of thing, it won't work, so Ravenclaw has to come!"

Anton's mouth twitched.

Very nice and spirited.

You mocked not only me, but Tom Riddle as well.

You know, Lao Fu's affection for Hogwarts is like a home, and Slytherin is definitely a pure holy place in Lao Fu's heart.

Anton looked at Quirrell, who kept talking trash, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded man.

Lao Fu was very quiet.

But it was this quietness that let Anton know that Quirrell, this person, was dead.

Dumbledore is going to kill him, Voldemort is going to kill him, Quirrell, how do you live? you say? how do you live

"You replace the knight." Quirrell rubbed his hands, looking very interested.

Anton smiled coldly, "I refuse!"

He simply disappeared into thin air.

"Snow!" Quirrell stared coldly at the place where Anton disappeared, his face unpredictable.

He originally planned to pass the chess game, but he had no choice but to sacrifice the knight.

Anton gently floated down, standing on the head of the Queen's sculpture, waiting for the change.

This is an opportunity to learn this ultra-high-end transfiguration technique similar to animated sculptures. Unfortunately, he can't use the 'wizard eyes' in the case of the 'color-changing wind bird'.

There will be opportunities in the future.

He was extremely good at shapeshifting, and would eventually have the chance to learn it at Hogwarts.

Quirrell is indeed worthy of Ravenclaw. As long as his IQ is online, he can easily win the game set by McGonagall in chess.

In fact, in the wizarding world, there are not many people who are as organized and have strong logical reasoning ability as him.

In other words, there are not many excellent wizards.

The more excellent one is, the further one walks on the road of idealism, the more one loses the ability of logical reasoning.

Because we believe that as long as we give an order, the chess game will be solved by itself!

The more you believe so, the less shitty moves you will need.

If Voldemort wanted Anton to crack this game of chess, Anton's thinking direction must also be towards the method of 'cracking' the chessboard, rather than winning a game of chess.

Conversely, whenever Anton looks at a game of chess and thinks about how to make the next move, it means that he is losing his talent for magic.

Divorce from the essence, betray the magic, and the magic will betray you.

so……

Quirrell's talent is superb, and he controls the chess pieces with determination. In Anton's eyes, he is mentally retarded.

He has gone astray.

Go against the magic path.

Lao Fu was very quiet at this time, but Anton could imagine Voldemort's expression, contemptuous and indifferent.

"Hahaha……"

Quirrell laughed wildly as the remaining pieces on the board bowed and saluted.

Anton jumped off the head of the Queen's sculpture.

"Did you see it? Did you see it? It's a piece of cake!" Quirrell was very proud.

"Oh."

"???" Quirrell froze, "Oh?"

I oh your head!

When you are so excited, you give me an 'Oh! '

Anton continued walking straight ahead, followed by Quirrell's mocking voice.

"The next level is the giant monster, which is the most powerful mountain monster among several kinds of giant monsters, and this is the most powerful one in the species."

"Let me guess, is the werewolf you transformed into stronger than it? Or more aggressive than it? Or thicker and rougher than him?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Your so-called werewolf is like a little chicken in front of it!"

"No one is better at dealing with this giant creature than me!"

"nobody!"

Indeed, a giant monster with a height of 4 meters is enough to cover the sky and cover the sun. Its arms are thicker than the waist of an adult wizard.

While running, the entire stone hall was shaking.

Seeing such a giant, everyone would tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

Anton rolled his eyes.

Snapped!

He snapped his fingers.

Countless traction ropes appeared, forming a tripping rope under the troll's feet, and at the same time, several of them bound the troll's ears, and pulled it forcefully to the ground.

Boom!

The giant monster's head hit the ground, making a loud noise, and with inertia, it rubbed fiercely on the ground and moved forward.

Finally stopped in front of Anton.

Anton didn't even look at the troll.

He took a small glass bottle from his messenger bag and threw it to Quirrell.

Quirrell hurriedly caught it.

"Professor Snape set the fire potion, drank it, and walked directly to the mirror." Anton said calmly, "My work is done."

"!!!"

Quirrell still froze with a wild laughing expression on his face.

Yes.

His so-called no one is better at dealing with giant creatures than him is the Pulling Rope Curse.

But this little brat seemed to be walking ahead of him on the road of pulling the rope spell!

"..."

He uncorked the bottle with a displeased face, grunting, and Quirrell walked towards the next level very displeased.

"I took it by mistake, that bottle is deadly poison!"

"!!!"

Quirrell turned his head in disbelief, no, he felt that his head was starting to faint, and he felt his stomach was burning, so he quickly inserted his hand into his throat and held it.

Vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit.

"Fool!" Voldemort's piercing scream came from inside the hat. "He's teasing you, can't you see?"

"!!!"