Chapter 90

Anton gripped the wand tightly, rubbed it for a while, finally sighed deeply, and put the wand back into the hidden buckle on his arm.

Can't kill it.

Even though the old wizard killed so many people, it was a chaotic place on the edge of society, like a quagmire.

The people there were rotting in the mud ditch, and no one would pay attention to it. Only some evil black wizards needed some materials to help dispose of the corpses.

In the proper wizarding world, every human life counts.

He couldn't have killed Quirrell, there were too many backtracking spells in the wizarding world to keep him from being investigated.

Likewise, Snape couldn't have killed Quirrell.

Snape couldn't have killed a professor at Hogwarts just because he was going to steal something.

What's more, he probably also doubted whether Quirrell was working for the Dark Lord. At this time, if he made a heavy hand, there would be no room for negotiation when he really faced the Dark Lord in the future.

simply put.

The three people present were superficially murderous, but in fact they were riding a tiger in the dark, and their emotions were all over the place, so it was very difficult to deal with.

Breaking things like that...

Hey.

Anton is good at it!

"Quirinus Quirrell..." Snape dragged his voice again, looked at the guy on the ground with cold eyes, and raised his hand holding the wand.

At this moment, the little wizard stood up.

He opened his hands to block Quirrell, with a look of death.

"Don't fight! Don't fight anymore!" The little wizard screamed heart-piercingly, and the crying in his voice echoed in the corridor.

"You are all my dearest professors, you are all so knowledgeable, why do you choose to fight!"

"Is there anything you can't just sit down and reason about?"

"Heh~" Snape's mouth twitched, "Stupid, naive Anthony!"

Anton is also very helpless.

He hadn't gotten involved by accident, he had been called by Professor Voldemort.

If only Voldemort hadn't died.

Oh, he doesn't die so easily.

Then Anton will give Voldemort an explanation.

Look, this is Anton's explanation to Voldemort. I saved the scum of Quirrell in front of Snape. It's interesting!

"Go back to your dormitory, or I will let you leave Hogwarts tomorrow." Snape's voice was faint, obviously intending to put away his wand and stop this meaningless fight temporarily.

Okay, idol, I love you. Great, it's time to leave.

Nice!

Look, everyone is smart and clear-headed.

Great!

But it is true that some people's brain circuits are not normal!

Quirrell has always felt that he is cowardly, always timid and afraid of getting into trouble, always being ridiculed and bullied when he was studying, and when he became a Muggle studies teacher at Hogwarts, no one looked at him directly.

But he was always doing extremely daring things. He went to Albania alone to find the trace of the Dark Lord in an attempt to become a master.

In this way, he let the Dark Lord possess him, and kept dangling in front of Dumbledore.

he!

Not for the faint of heart!

At this moment, he looked at Snape's mocking eyes, full of "spare your dog's life", and looked at Anton's embarrassed little expression, full of "I saved your life" dog life'.

Such a situation severely stabbed his poor and fragile inferiority complex, to put it simply, he broke his defense.

His blood surged up.

Snapped!

A snap of the fingers.

Countless ropes appeared out of thin air, hoisting him from the ground.

Countless ropes flew towards Snape.

Countless ropes were wrapped around Anton, and they were thrown maliciously at the chasing three-headed dog.

Die, all die!

"Heh." Snape looked at the ropes and sneered, and with a light flick of his wand, all the ropes disappeared, and his backhand was a sharp blow without a trace.

"Boring..." Snape stared at Quirrell coldly, "circus trick."

Quirrell trembled for a moment, and his face turned hard, "Snape, I'm not afraid of you!"

Shhhhhh, the two started fighting.

Quirrell was not particularly strong, but all kinds of weird spells gave Snape too much trouble.

Things were not going well for Anton, he bumped into the three-headed dog, and one person and one dog rolled to the ground.

Hey, I have to say that the dog's belly is very soft and warm. Anton stood up holding the three-headed dog's belly, swallowed, and looked at the three heads that were bigger than the drum washing machine.

"Heh... hello." Anton tried his best to show a kind smile, "Hagrid and I are good friends, you..."

The canine teeth interlocked, and the salivation flowed freely.

The dog's eyes are full of madness and tyranny.

Arch your back and growl.

Mom~

Roar~

The three heads bit off at the same time, as if they wanted to tear him into three pieces at the same time.

At this time, it was too late to release the spell, Anton's face froze, his body changed rapidly, and countless wolf hairs grew out of him.

His body became taller and taller, with thick arms and thick feet.

Anton even followed the power of the transformation, and punched the dog's neck with an uppercut.

Woo~

The three-headed dog was thrown back for a while.

Reaching 9 feet tall (2.7 meters), his skin becomes incredibly tough after fusing the magical image of the dragon's hide, and...

He raised his arms in surprise, and looked down at the muscles on his body.

Huge knotted muscles filled his entire body. If the werewolf hadn't gained a few more joints, people would believe that he was a bear now.

The three-headed dog quickly lowered its head and bit down.

Three heads are so advantageous, Anton dodges two heads, but not the third one.

His shoulder was bitten by a three-headed dog.

Can……

He turned his head to look in amazement, no matter how hard he bit the huge dog's head, not even the skin was broken, and not even a single wolf hair fell off.

"Roar!"

The other two dog heads attacked again.

Anton supported one with each hand, and his muscles twitched to hold it firmly.

Then he kicked fiercely, and the huge soles of his feet were like a crane, and the three-headed dog was rammed and flew out, hitting the stone wall of the castle fiercely.

Seeing that the three-headed dog was about to rush over, Anton's heart skipped a beat.

Hit a three-headed dog, hit a chicken!

Quickly assess the situation.

The most critical situation at this time is to find a reasonable way to leave this ghost place as soon as possible.

These two professors beat each other up as they like, and do their shit!

What can be done he has done.

There is no way, there will always be people with brain damage who can't figure out the situation.

He thought everyone was smart.

sigh.

Seeing that the spells they use are becoming more and more ferocious, the corridor is only so small, the chance of being accidentally injured is simply extremely high.

The three-headed dog charged fiercely! !

Taking advantage of the situation, he was thrown down, with one foot and two hands supporting the head of the three-headed dog.

"Don't come here, don't come here." The cry of the little wizard was extremely panicky and pitiful.

The shrill cry of the little wizard attracted Snape's attention. He hadn't planned to kill him, but Quirrell's spell was like a dog's skin plaster.

Waving his wand to fend off Professor Quirrell's annoying, messy attacks, he quickly backed up to Anton.