"You need a good rest, my goodness, Professor Quirrell is so irresponsible, letting a young wizard practice spells until they faint!"
Madam Pomfrey complained as she pushed Anton back onto the pillow.
"Child, you need a good rest."
It was the same hospital bed, the same view outside the window, the exact same scene.
Anton smacked his lips, feeling that the school hospital wing and he were truly fated to be together.
Sigh.
The sounds of classmates in class drifted in from outside the window, Anton lay bored on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
After a short while, a pattern composed of lines of light, color blocks, crack-like lines, and so on appeared in mid-air.
This was the magical image of the Tether Charm cast by Professor Quirrell.
Beside it, he drew the magical image of the Tether Charm he had cast himself.
They were very similar, but with many differences.
Clearly, this very un-cute professor was holding back quite a bit.
After the old wizard invented the 'Wizard's Eye' potion and could observe this aspect of magic, he spent almost the rest of his life immersed in it.
Studying the variations of each spell, studying the differences in how each person casts them.
He had touched upon a certain magical domain.
And now, Anton had inherited this precious wealth, continuing down the path the old wizard had walked.
He also had his own invention, which was to use his own magic to simulate the effect of this magical image, not asking about the principle, not seeking a deep understanding, just copying and imitating it, calling it a 'Bionic Spell'.
But as his knowledge accumulated and his understanding in this area grew, Anton didn't focus his mind on figuring out how to imitate more things, but rather researched deeper into the field.
Using 'magical images' and 'Bionic Spells' as tools to explore the mysteries of the spells themselves, to better assist himself in mastering them.
The results were remarkable.
With a soft snap of his fingers, countless ropes suspended him, some even pulling from behind, gently lifting him into mid-air.
"Whoa~"
Is this the level of Quirrell's Tether Charm?
"Hehe~" Anton smiled, a pure smile, like a thief who had stolen some precious treasure.
He had learned all of Quirrell's trump cards!
Awesome!
The ropes slowly lowered him down, then rolled up the four corners of the blanket, tidying it up neatly before disappearing from sight.
It was wonderfully similar to the Levitation Charm, yet each had its own characteristics, the Tether Charm seemed more exquisite.
Anton truly liked the Tether Charm.
The things he liked had always been rather unconventional, all spells that seemed useless to others, Anton himself didn't know why, but he just liked them.
Like the Levitation Charm, like the 'moving figurines', like the Tether Charm.
Unlike researching the Shield Charm, which was a utilitarian study for defense, he had enough subjective initiative with these few spells.
To follow the path of Pedro, of Quirrell, of all the paths already walked in the wizarding world, and to go even further.
So...
There was another very interesting magical image waiting for him.
In mid-air, countless lines of black light quickly formed a complex ball of thread image.
It looked like a tangled mess, but upon closer inspection, it had a unique rhythm.
Especially as it slowly squirmed back and forth, it looked just like...
"Just like it's sleeping?" Anton raised his eyebrows in considerable surprise.
His research on magical images had already surpassed the old wizard's, and he had some ability to predict unknown magical images.
Without even studying it, just by looking at this thing, he could make countless guesses backed by his knowledge.
He had a relatively clear feeling about whether this thing could be simulated with his own magic and whether it would be dangerous after simulation.
The ball of thread began to change, suddenly expanding rapidly, quickly turning into a magical pattern, and then transforming into a solid block of color.
Anton had observed two changes on the back of Quirrell's head, one was the one before him now, and the other was a change where countless black lines extended from the color block.
"The second one should be possession!" Anton instantly made a judgment, "Not parasitism, but a possession that can control the body, but it looks extremely unstable!"
Most importantly, after the second spell was cast, Anton clearly noticed more dark green crack-like images appearing on Quirrell's body, this thing was obviously causing great harm to Quirrell.
"Should I try it?"
Anton muttered to himself.
Imitating an unknown spell is very dangerous.
But Anton clearly felt that the effect of this thing should be positive.
And one had to know, a spell that a super-powerful dark wizard like Voldemort, and a knowledgeable one at that, could use when he was at his most destitute as a wraith, was definitely a top-tier spell.
It was worth a try!
Besides, he was in the omnipotent Madam Pomfrey's school hospital wing!
No sooner said than done, having made his decision, Anton was resolute and unhesitating.
He channeled his magic, enduring the faint feeling of exhaustion and discomfort from his mind, and bit by bit, he simulated the appearance of this magical image.
Finally.
Whoosh~
It was very strange.
It felt like taking a deep breath out.
His entire being sank into extreme tranquility, and also into extreme darkness.
He felt as if he had fallen into a warm ocean, drifting, swaying.
It was just like...
Returning to the state of a baby in its mother's womb.
He felt himself becoming lighter, more comfortable, healthier, bit by bit, and even the accumulated burdens of the past were slowly dissipating.
Drifting~
He didn't know how much time had passed.
Inhale~
He seemed to take a deep breath in, and in this breath, there was the warmth of the sun, the scent of grass and soil carried by the gentle breeze, and the faint murmur of the bustling mortal world.
Anton slowly opened his eyes.
He blinked, then suddenly reached out and strangely felt all over his body.
It was as if he had slept a very, very long time and woken up, his whole person a hundred times more energetic.
Throwing off the blanket, he stepped barefoot onto the wooden floor of the hospital wing, slowly walked to the windowsill, and looked at the sky outside the castle and the shimmering waves of the Black Lake.
He then looked at the time on his watch in astonishment.
"An hour has actually passed."
"Only an hour has passed?"
All the fatigue and discomfort from over-casting spells were swept away, and his whole person felt indescribably refreshed.
"Holy cow~"
Anton was amazed, he seemed to have learned an incredible spell.
A spell to quickly recover magic.
No!
Not just magic, it felt like even his soul, his body, and his thoughts had been soothed.
"Old Voldy is practically a treasure trove!"
So, this is the spell Old Voldy used to recover in his wraith state?
One of Old Voldy's trump cards?
"Hehehe..."
He didn't know where Voldemort learned it, or if it was a spell he invented himself.
If it was a spell he invented himself, that would be too interesting, a longing for the embrace of a peaceful mother?
Yes, that was the emotion of this spell.
He had reverse-engineered it all the way from the magical image to the spell to the emotion.
"This spell, let's call it 'Tom's Mother's Embrace', hahaha..."