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 like a red eye.

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

His expression became serious, it was no longer the kind of eyes where a cat catches a mouse, and the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, which made Quirrell tremble in fright.

Xue Te, why did my head rush forward? ! !

The atmosphere at this time is particularly delicate.

Snape didn't want to kill him, and Quirrell obviously had some kind of connection with the Dark Lord. He wanted to prevent the resurrection of the Dark Lord, because Dumbledore said that Voldemort, who was in a wandering state, could not be resurrected after a long time.

But in case he is resurrected, he will lose the room to maneuver if he kills Quirrell now.

Qi Luo didn't even want to do anything. Once the blood was over, he was so scared to death now.

"Don't fight any more!"

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

"Don't fight any more!"

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

"Why did you let me stand here and watch all of this!"

"Don't fight anymore!"

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, and he waved his wand to repel the three-headed dog, and the door closed.

Anton panted as if he was dying after a catastrophe, and returned to his human form.

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

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

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

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Take small steps!

jogging!

Speeding!

All the way to the bedroom with hands and feet.

Anton sat panting on the stairs outside the common room.

Mom~

So exciting!

Anton's brain kept echoing the battle just now.

His research was a success!

The magic image of the dragon skin and the werewolf have successfully created a muscular werewolf comparable to a black bear.

The defensive power is comparable to that of a fire dragon, and its power rises in a straight line.

Nice!

Plus there's a fight scene between the two professors.

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

There was also Snape's super fierce spell, even if countless layers of armor spells were continuously released on his body, he was still knocked into the air.

Thanks to Professor Quirrell for being a meat pad, otherwise he would definitely be hit by a huge force and suffer internal injuries.

In addition, Quirrell's spells are also very interesting, ropes, fireballs, iron rings, fire lions... I know that he is from Ravenclaw, but those who don't know think he is from a circus vocational technical school.

Anton took a fancy to the fire lion, waved his magic wand, and a lion made of flames one and a half meters high appeared like this, which was very cool.

Ask Snape or Professor Flitwick another 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 again. Now hope became slim.

He could imagine how the furious Voldemort would toss Quirrell.

I can also imagine how Quirrell would hate himself.

Don't look at Quirrell's stuttering appearance, this is an adult wizard with good strength, and he is also a professor, there are too many ways to deal with him.

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

Young wizards who have wandered around the bottom two years of the world of wizards, don't have a thorough understanding of these human natures.

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

Anton was disappointed.

Take a deep breath.

He decided to tell Dumbledore that the old V was hiding on Quirrell's head and killed him completely!

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the next day.

"Professor Dumbledore, my teacher has become so strange!" Anton said seriously.

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

"He gave me a lecture once, and his hat was tilted, and I saw half of his face on the back of his head!" Anton said with an extremely serious expression, "I have reason to guess that my teacher is being possessed by something strange! "

Dumbledore grabbed another cockroach and threw it into his mouth, eating it happily.

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 grabbed another cockroach and threw it into his mouth, squinting his eyes as if he was eating a delicacy in the world.

What the hell!

What's the reaction? !

Anton almost went crazy.

He danced emotionally, "I checked, the professor went to Albania before, I heard that Fu..."

Dumbledore beckoned and interrupted him.

"He puts a spell on his name, and everyone who says his name will be induced, 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 over the edge of the plate, and fell back to the bottom, their long tentacles dangling, and their countless legs dangling and dangling.

"You reminded me last time, and this should really attract my attention." Dumbledore pointed to the plate with a smile, "So I detected it with magic, and it was full of candies."

"!!!"

God damn it attracts enough attention!

Anton heard the first half of the sentence, still thinking about when he reminded Dumbledore about Voldemort.

Since he crossed over, relying on pretending to be stupid and having a solid tongue, wherever he went, whether it was a goblin who was hundreds of years old, Snape who wandered on the border between black and white, or the business elite of the French Muggle world, he was almost invincible. .

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

When it came to Dumbledore, it was completely ineffective.

He was numb all over.

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

He grabbed a pile of cockroaches very displeased, and threw it into his mouth. To be honest, he has always felt disgusted by this thing, but now he feels that Lao Deng's unpredictable attitude is even more disgusting, so the pile of cockroaches seems to be okay .

"Well!!!"

The cockroaches crawled in the mouth, but they didn't feel itchy. Instead, there was a strong sweet smell swimming in the mouth.

Try a little bite...

It exploded!

The rich chocolate aroma, the mellowness of peanut butter, and the attractive fat of cashew nuts explode in the mouth like this. The combination of several aromas and textures makes it appear extra layered.

Anton raised his eyebrows and continued to chew, his eyes lit up.

Some hesitated, "I seem to have a sweet and sour taste of berries?"

Dumbledore laughed loudly, "Yes, it's a mixed raspberry and blueberry jam, how about it, let me just 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 the two of them, "Honey lemon juice, take a sip after eating, and your mouth will become particularly refreshing."

So on this Halloween afternoon, the sunset glow reddened the sky, and the gauze curtains floated in the breeze, and everyone, old and young, seriously tasted afternoon tea.