Chapter 106 I Can't Bear to Eat You Anymore
The wind howled.
Quirrell fell rapidly, then came to an abrupt halt, slowly turning over and drifting to the ground.
He revealed an elegant smile, "A very nice Levitation Charm. It seems you have quite a talent for it."
Anton just looked at him coldly.
Showing up only now, aren't you a bit of a weakling.
The Wampus Cat in the tree had all its fur standing on end, bristling like spikes, and it let out a cat-like cry, "Meow."
It turned to run.
Voldemort gently flicked his wand, and the Wampus Cat was once again pressed to the ground, slamming tightly against the tree trunk with an extremely forceful 'thud'.
He didn't even glance at the Wampus Cat, just smiled at Anton, "Your willpower is also very strong."
"I can feel it. Your mind is filled with nothing but boiling killing intent, yet you managed to endure it."
He elegantly walked two steps around Anton, smiling, "The Wampus Cat's hypnosis is a very interesting kind of magic. It can inspire a wizard's creativity. In ancient times, this magical creature usually accompanied the tribe's wise ones."
"This is a rare experience, let me see..." Voldemort waved his wand, and an unknown spell hit Anton.
Anton only felt the burning sensation all over his body intensify, the killing intent in his mind almost drowning him.
But this killing intent was magical. It was just killing intent, yet it didn't make one lose their sanity.
Instead, it felt like the glass of the window to his soul was being thoroughly wiped clean.
His whole being felt incredibly clear.
"Let me see." Voldemort stared at Anton, "Follow your heart, do as you please. Let me see your potential. I suddenly find myself a little reluctant to eat you. You are so outstanding, perhaps I can recruit you to be my subordinate."
Old Voldy's voice seemed to carry a magical effect, continuously making the flames in Anton's mind burn even brighter.
"You want to eat me?" Anton asked in a low voice, gritting his teeth.
"Of course." Voldemort was still smiling so elegantly, as if discussing today's weather, not murder. "You are a delicacy particularly suited for me, very nourishing, full of temptation. But I've changed my mind now. Your excellence has moved me."
"You want to eat me!" Anton's face turned fierce as he repeated in a low voice.
"Then you..."
Anton raised his arm, his wand pointing at Voldemort, "Can just go die!"
Boom!
The entire forest seemed to come alive, shaking everywhere.
"Hahaha." Voldemort laughed, "Yes, yes, just like that. Come, kill me, quickly!"
As if summoned by the emperor of the underworld, countless mud figures crawled out of the ground in the mountain forest.
Werewolves!
These mud and stone puppets were all werewolves, and the kind with bulging, particularly robust muscles. Each one looked exceptionally solid, as hard as stone.
The leading werewolf let out a silent, skyward howl, and werewolves from all over the mountains and plains charged towards Voldemort.
Voldemort casually waved his wand, and the ground rapidly bulged. It was as if two giant tectonic plates were squeezing together, and a mountain peak like a stone wall appeared around them, completely blocking the werewolves outside.
"Not enough!"
Voldemort shook his head, "This is not enough!"
"Is that so?" Anton stared at him coldly.
A large tree was constantly twisting its shape, eventually turning into a giant werewolf.
Pieces of heavy armor continuously appeared on its body.
Another large tree turned into a giant wolf.
The werewolf flipped onto the giant wolf's back, tore down another tree, and in an instant, that tree turned into a long spear.
Charge!
Bang!
Countless flames, similar to those of a Fire-Breathing Porcupine, erupted from the giant wolf's eyes, from the gaps in the armor, and from the werewolf's head!
Wherever it passed, whether it was the mud werewolves or the thick earthen wall, all were crushed to pieces.
This time, Voldemort's gaze finally turned serious. He waved his wand, and a long flame shot out from the tip, extending into the air. At its furthest point, it was a full three meters wide, like a giant fiery python.
Boom!
The fiery python was like a huge whip, lashing at the werewolf cavalry.
One lash, the werewolf cavalry cracked.
A second lash, and the werewolf cavalry completely shattered.
And by this time, the werewolf cavalry's long spear was almost at Voldemort's head.
"Not bad." Voldemort praised, "This wretched body simply cannot bear my magic, but even so, you are outstanding enough. When I was in my first year, I was not as outstanding as you."
His response was a series of werewolf cavalry. Trees, stones, earth, everything that could be transfigured was rapidly solidifying and transforming.
Anton waved his wand, and a large amount of wolf fur began to sprout from his body. In an instant, he transformed into a giant werewolf.
His body half-crouched, he pushed off with force, the magic of the Levitation Charm added, and his speed became extremely fast.
Swoosh.
He instantly disappeared among the countless werewolf cavalry.
A moment later, a huge rock weighing a full two tons was forcefully thrown by him. The rock whistled through the air like a cannonball fired from a catapult.
"I admit," Voldemort clicked his tongue, "this has already exceeded what this body can handle."
He extended his arm, lightly raising his wand, "Finite Incantatem!"
Everything was annihilated.
Not far away, Anton transformed back into his human form and collapsed limply.
He waved his wand again, and Anton floated gently before him.
"He is indeed more useful than you, Quirrell, you fool. Choosing you was simply a mistake."
He lowered his head and stared at Anton, let out a soft laugh, then turned his head to look at the Wampus Cat, smiling, "Thank you for offering me your blood and soul."
The Wampus Cat backed away in terror, turning its head to run into the distance.
But the more it ran, the more it retreated, eventually ending up beside Voldemort.
"So obedient." Long, slender fingers gently rested on the Wampus Cat's neck.
A shrill cry echoed through the Forbidden Forest.
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When Anton woke up again, he was in Quirrell's office.
He blinked, still keeping his eyes slightly squinted, secretly glancing at the scene in the room.
Everything that happened last night flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern—he escaped on a flying broomstick, Quirrell destroyed the broomstick, attacked him with the Killing Curse, which was blocked by Dumbledore's dragon-marked bracelet charm. He fought back, intending to kill Quirrell, Voldemort awakened, and then, the battle...
Although he was not in control of himself at that time, the wonderful feeling of his entire soul shedding all its defenses, a burst of inspiration, instantly cleared all his thoughts.
He applied the werewolf transformation to the goblin secret art of 'moving figurines'.
The effect was significant. The mud puppets gained the strength and defense of werewolves. Although they retained less than ten percent of the ability, it was already a monumental improvement.
Later on, he even quickly grasped the key points of Dumbledore's 'Guardian Knight Charm' book.
He even wonderfully fused the werewolf transformation, moving figurines, and the Guardian Knight Transfiguration Charm.
That unparalleled feeling was exhilarating.
But these seemingly amazing spells were like child's play in the eyes of a top-tier wizard like Voldemort, easily dealt with.
Thinking of Voldemort, Anton squinted at the figure standing in front of the bay window.
Elegant, and tall.
He made a judgment in an instant.
Old Voldy had taken control of Quirrell's body again.