"Protego!"
Quirrell was clearly quite powerful, instantly casting a Shield Charm on himself and quickly counter-attacking, "Reducto!"
The spell was flicked away by Snape, who looked at Quirrell coldly, "I thought you were smart enough to know not to go after the Philosopher's Stone."
Quirrell took a fearful step back, gritting his teeth, "Snape, I'm not afraid of you!"
Though he said he wasn't afraid, as Snape advanced step by step, he could only retreat step by step.
He watched as Snape blocked the way to the great door where the Philosopher's Stone was kept.
Quirrell's face was full of unwillingness.
Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, and a rope appeared out of thin air, sweeping rapidly towards Snape, so fast that Snape didn't even have time to react before he was bound and tripped to the ground.
Bang!
The rope exploded, turning into specks of light in mid-air.
"Trifling tricks..."
Before Snape could finish, a huge three-headed dog pounced out of the room, its massive paws landing on Snape's body, its three enormous mouths full of fangs biting down.
"Prote..."
Before Snape could finish his incantation, another snap of the fingers, and a rope appeared again, yanking his wand away.
The three-headed dog's heads bit viciously into Snape's calf.
"Protego!"
"Depulso!" The light of the spell flared, and the three-headed dog was sent flying.
All of this happened too fast, in just a matter of seconds, and Anton swallowed hard.
He had witnessed Snape's Sectumsempra before.
He hadn't expected Quirrell to be so strong either, although he didn't seem as formidable as Snape, he was particularly devious, deliberately letting Snape walk to the door, cleverly using the two existing situations: 'he fears Snape' and 'he opened the great door'.
And that rope spell!
Wandless magic!
A nonverbal spell!
As expected, none of those chosen by Dumbledore to be promoted from teacher to professor were simple!
Anton himself knew a lot now, but if he were to face Snape, well, let's forget that, if he were to face Quirrell...
Only the 'Displacement Soul Jinx' would be useful.
Yes, it seemed that was the only move.
Turning into a werewolf would be useless, this person's wandless rope spell was simply a divine skill.
Especially against giant creatures that couldn't cast magic, Anton himself could think of countless ways to bind a troll with ropes.
One should never underestimate anyone.
Anton gripped his wand tightly, wondering how he could reasonably get out of this godforsaken place.
What the hell was in front of him!
One was Snape, a loyal Death Eater of Voldemort who later defected to become Dumbledore's most trusted subordinate, and Snape didn't even know that Voldemort was parasitic on Quirrell's body.
The other was Quirrell, Voldemort's temporary Horcrux, half-slave and half-subordinate, and a weak character who had been ridiculed at school, facing off against the most formidable professor?
Right, and there was also a ferocious three-headed dog.
The three-headed dog was unclassified in the Ministry of Magic's beast danger ratings because this creature was extremely rare.
Quirrell, who could easily deal with a troll, had to use a dragon egg to trick Hagrid into revealing the secret to getting past the three-headed dog, which spoke volumes about its power.
An unrated, rare, and powerful elite monster!
Is this a situation a first-year little wizard like me can handle?
Professor Quirrell shot a hateful glance at Snape, his expression shifting, and finally turned to leave in frustration. Just then, he saw Anton around the corner, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on his face.
The Dark Lord clearly liked this little wizard.
But that only represented the Dark Lord.
He had gone through so much trouble to go to Albania to find the Dark Lord, tried every means to restore the Dark Lord's power, and even had to help steal the Philosopher's Stone for the Dark Lord's resurrection.
All the credit should be his, why should this little thing come and steal the Dark Lord's attention!
He was here first!
He was clearly here first!
On what grounds did this little wizard deserve it!
He snapped his fingers again, and a rope appeared, wrapping around Anton's wrist and pulling him out from around the corner.
At that moment, Snape scrambled to his feet, enduring the excruciating pain of his mangled calf, and a spell shot with all his might and hatred came speeding over.
Anton was pulled out by the rope, directly facing the light of Snape's spell.
Damn it, isn't this the same move Snape used to blast the goblin Pedro into a near-dead state, leaving him bedridden for half a year?
"Protego! Protego! Protego!"
Regardless of whether it could block it, he continuously cast the Shield Charm on himself, stacking one on top of another.
Bang!
Anton was sent flying by the spell, the immense force crashing into Quirrell, smashing him against the castle's stone wall.
Pfft!
Quirrell spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked in disbelief as the little wizard climbed off him as if nothing had happened, grabbing him just as he was about to escape, his face full of concern, "Professor, are you alright?"
Damn it! Let go of me!
If you hadn't delayed me, I would have been long gone!
Gurgle.
Blood welled up from his throat.
Quirrell felt very bad, he felt as if his chest was about to collapse, his ribs, internal organs, and spine were all groaning in pain.
And the Dark Lord he relied on most, that master, had also completely lost his roaring voice in his mind due to this impact.
He looked at the little wizard before him with some despair.
It was him, who slowed down the Dark Lord's recovery speed!
It was him, who didn't die under Snape's spell and even crashed into him, causing serious injury, when he could have just run away!
And it was still him, grabbing him and not letting go.
He kicked his legs back forcefully, but could only slam hard against the wall, with no way to retreat.
But damn it, this little brat was still calling out with a face full of feigned concern, "Professor, are you alright, are you alright, are you alright?"
Let! Go! Of! Me!
Don't hold onto me!
Can't you see Snape is already walking over?
Ah~~~~
Quirrell now deeply regretted pulling Anton out just now, which unexpectedly caused him to stay, otherwise he would have left long ago.
They see each other all the time, no matter how much Snape held a grudge, it would be a matter for the future, Quirrell was sure everyone would maintain a superficial harmony.
As long as he left right now!
But the little wizard was holding on tightly and not letting go!
"Professor, are you alright!" The little wizard's voice was choked with sobs, his face filled with concern.
"You can't die!"
"Professor!"
With this delay, Snape limped over, his hollow eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Quirinus Quirrell..."
Quirrell swallowed, looking at Snape nervously.
He didn't notice that Anton's gaze on him was exceptionally cold, as if looking at a dead person.
The little wizard's wand was already secretly pointed at him from under his wizard robe.
Yes, Anton was restricted by Dumbledore from using Dark Arts, and the number of spells he could cast was likely not many, besides the Bionic Spells, the only non-Dark Arts spells he knew before school were two: the Levitation Charm and the Shield Charm.
Other than that, there were just some ordinary spells learned in first-year classes and some Dark Arts taught by Voldemort that he couldn't use for now.
But that meant he couldn't kill someone?
What a joke!
It was only in Charms class a few days ago that Anton discovered he had an extremely strong talent for the Levitation Charm.
Those weakling classmates practiced for a whole lesson and couldn't even make a feather float.
But him? The old wizard had only overheard a few words and taught him, and he had made a heavy chair float.
Even more ridiculously, it was said that for upper-year students, the things they could levitate with this spell mostly wouldn't exceed the weight a person could lift.
But he, without much practice, had made an eight-meter-tall large machine fly into the box with the Undetectable Extension Charm on Pedro's island.
What did this mean, he was very interested in trying the Levitation Charm on Quirrell.
Targeting only Quirrell's head.
A gentle lift, followed by a twist!
He hadn't tried it yet, but this must be interesting.