Anton gripped his wand tightly, rubbing it for a moment before finally letting out a deep sigh and reinserting the wand into the hidden clasp on his arm.
He couldn't kill him.
Although the old wizard had killed so many people, that was on the fringes of society, a chaotic place like a quagmire.
No one would care if the people there rotted in a ditch, only some evil dark wizards in need of materials would help dispose of the bodies.
In the proper wizarding world, every life was taken seriously.
He couldn't possibly kill Quirrell, the wizarding world had too many spells for backtracking, enough to ensure he couldn't escape investigation.
Similarly, Snape couldn't kill Quirrell either.
Snape couldn't just kill a professor at Hogwarts because he was planning to steal something.
What's more, he probably suspected Quirrell was working for the Dark Lord, and if he acted rashly now, there would be no room for negotiation when he truly faced the Dark Lord in the future.
To put it simply.
The three people present seemed murderous on the surface, but in reality, they were all in a difficult position, with emotions running high, making it a tough situation to handle.
Breaking a deadlock like this...
Heh.
Anton was good at it!
"Quirinus... Quirrell..." Snape dragged out the words again, his eyes cold as he looked at the man on the floor, raising the hand holding his wand.
Just then, the little wizard stepped forward.
He spread his arms to shield Quirrell, looking as if he was ready to face death.
"Stop fighting! Don't fight anymore!" the little wizard screamed his lungs out, the sob in his voice echoing in the corridor.
"You are both my dearest professors, you are both so knowledgeable, why must you resort to fighting!"
"Is there nothing that can't be settled by sitting down and talking reasonably?"
"Hmph~" Snape's mouth twitched, "Foolish, naive Anthony!"
Anton felt helpless too.
He hadn't been accidentally drawn into this, he was summoned here by Professor Voldemort.
If Voldemort wasn't dead.
Oh, he wouldn't die that easily.
Then Anton would have to give Voldemort an explanation.
See, this is Anton's explanation for Voldemort, I protected this loser Quirrell from Snape, how's that for a favor!
"Go back to your dormitory, or I'll have you expelled from Hogwarts tomorrow." Snape's voice was faint, clearly intending to put away his wand and temporarily stop this meaningless conflict.
Okay, idol, love you. Awesome, time to exit.
Nice!
See, everyone's a smart person, with a clear head.
Great!
But there are always some people whose minds just don't work normally!
Quirrell had always felt he was a coward, always timid and afraid of trouble, constantly mocked and bullied during his school days, and even as a Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts, no one had ever given him a second glance.
But he always did extremely bold things, he went to Albania alone to search for traces of the Dark Lord, attempting to become a person of high standing.
Just like that, he allowed the Dark Lord to possess his body, constantly parading in front of Dumbledore.
He!
Was by no means a coward!
At this very moment, he looked at Snape's mocking eyes, which clearly read 'I'll spare your dog's life', and at Anton's smug little expression, which clearly read 'I saved your dog's life'.
This situation deeply wounded his pitiful and fragile self-esteem, to put it simply, he was triggered.
Blood rushed to his head.
Snap!
With a snap of his fingers.
Countless ropes appeared out of thin air, hoisting him up from the ground.
Countless ropes flew towards Snape.
Countless ropes coiled around Anton, maliciously throwing him towards the pursuing three-headed dog.
Die, just all of you die!
"Heh." Snape sneered at the ropes, and with a light flick of his wand, all the ropes vanished, and he countered with a Sectumsempra.
"Boring..." Snape stared coldly at Quirrell, "circus tricks."
Quirrell shivered, then his face hardened, "Snape, I'm not afraid of you!"
Swish, swish, swish, the two started fighting.
Quirrell wasn't particularly powerful, but his various strange and bizarre spells were causing Snape a lot of trouble.
Things weren't looking good for Anton, he crashed into the three-headed dog, and the two of them rolled to the ground.
Well, I have to say, the dog's belly was very soft and warm, Anton pushed himself up from the three-headed dog's stomach, swallowed, and looked at the three heads, each larger than a washing machine drum.
"Heh... Hello there." Anton tried his best to force a friendly smile, "I'm good friends with Hagrid, you..."
Fangs bared, drool dripping.
The dog's eyes were filled with madness and brutality.
It arched its back, growling low.
Oh my god~
Roar~
The three heads lunged to bite at the same time, as if wanting to tear him into three pieces at once.
There was no time to cast a spell, Anton's expression hardened, his body rapidly transformed, and countless wolf hairs sprouted from his body.
His body grew taller and taller, with thick arms and thick feet.
Anton even used the momentum of his transformation's height increase to throw an uppercut at the dog's neck.
Whimper~
The three-headed dog was knocked back.
Reaching a height of 9 feet (2.7 meters), after merging with the magical image of the dragon skin, his skin became extremely tough, and...
He raised his arm in surprise, then looked down at the muscles on his body.
Huge, knotted muscles covered his entire frame, if it weren't for the extra joints of a werewolf, people would believe he was a bear.
The three-headed dog quickly lowered its heads to bite again.
Three heads were just too much of an advantage, Anton dodged two heads, but not the third.
His shoulder was bitten by the three-headed dog.
But...
He turned his head in astonishment, no matter how hard the huge dog head bit and tore, it didn't even break the skin, not even a single wolf hair fell out.
"Roar!"
The other two dog heads attacked again.
Anton blocked one with each hand, his muscles bulging, holding them firmly in place.
Then he delivered a fierce kick, his huge foot like a crane, sending the three-headed dog flying, crashing hard against the castle's stone wall.
Seeing the three-headed dog about to pounce again, an idea sparked in Anton's mind.
Why fight the three-headed dog, what's the point!
He quickly assessed the situation.
The most crucial thing right now was to find a reasonable way to get out of this godforsaken place quickly.
Let the two professors fight however they want, what does it have to do with him!
He had already done what he could.
It couldn't be helped, there's always some idiot who can't read the situation.
He had thought they were all smart people.
Sigh.
Seeing the spells they were using become more and more vicious, and this corridor being so small, the chance of getting hit by a stray spell was extremely high.
The three-headed dog pounced viciously!!
He let himself be tackled, using one foot and both hands to hold back the three-headed dog's heads.
"Don't come over, don't you come over." The little wizard's cries were extremely panicked and pitiful.
The little wizard's shrill screams caught Snape's attention, he hadn't intended to kill Quirrell in the first place, but Quirrell's spells were as persistent as a plaster.
Waving his wand to deflect Professor Quirrell's annoying, messy assortment of attacks, he quickly retreated to Anton's side.