Chapter 112 The Three in a Desperate Situation
White light surged from the tip of his wand, forming a bridge of light in mid-air that extended with extreme speed toward the depths of Anton's soul.
"Hahahaha, Dumbledore is really getting old, to think I only know Dark Arts? He even cast a spell to guard against me, how ridiculous."
"Huh?"
Voldemort's spell hit nothing, and Anton vanished right before his eyes.
He raised his wand and spun around quickly, his wizarding robes swirling, as he scanned his surroundings coldly.
"You can't escape, I've placed a confinement spell here, you can't possibly get out!"
"Homenum Revelio!"
A flash of magical light appeared, yet Anton seemed to have truly disappeared.
"Finite Incantatem!"
Still nothing!
"Impossible!" Voldemort roared, unleashing one spell after another in the office.
"Homorphus Charm!"
"Aparecium!"
"Revelio!"
"Accio Anthony Weasley!"
"Anti-Disapparition Jinx!"
"Impossible, you must still be in here, I know it, you must still be here!" The continuous casting of spells made him appear extremely weak, his face constantly flickering with phantoms.
Finally, he let out a shrill cry and staggered to the floor.
A moment later, Quirrell stood up, looking at the wand in his hand with some confusion.
"Fool, cast the spell quickly, find Anthony, he's hiding in some corner of the office!" A sharp voice came from inside Quirrell's hat.
"Take off the turban, I want to see with my own eyes!"
"Yes... yes... Master," Quirrell replied, somewhat flustered.
He hurriedly unwrapped the turban, which was wound extremely tight, squeezing his head painfully, but it definitely prevented any possibility of it falling off.
Voldemort's screams echoed, filled with curses, making Quirrell even more flustered and clumsy.
...
...
Anton indeed had not left.
He didn't know how to Apparate, nor did he have any better means of escape, only in such a life-and-death situation did many problems reveal themselves.
For example, his thinking had been skewed by the old wizard—a defensive spell plus an offensive spell was enough to face anything.
So he bought a flying broomstick.
Sure enough, he should have listened to Dumbledore's advice and familiarized himself with all sorts of different magic.
Anton had now transformed into a 'Chameleon Windbird', a potion ingredient that looked like a bird but was actually a cluster of spores.
This potion ingredient would only become slightly visible under the invisible light of a Moropeak Crystal, but was otherwise invisible to the naked eye.
He hadn't expected that this transfiguration spell would be undetectable even to Voldemort, it was simply a divine skill.
This made him start to constantly re-evaluate the various skills he had learned, like what Voldemort had just said—being a 5X-rated werewolf and a wizard at the same time, how powerful that was.
He flew to a sconce on the wall and stared coldly at the figure below.
"Homenum Revelio!"
Quirrell waved his wand.
"Fool, it's useless, don't use that!" Voldemort roared, a face appearing on the back of Quirrell's head, looking coldly around, "He must still be here, he can't have escaped, let me think, let me think..."
Homenum Revelio was actually effective, Anton's true form was revealed, but it was already in a state invisible to the naked eye.
"Use a life detection spell!" Voldemort shrieked.
"As long as he's still here, it will definitely be detected, quickly!"
Quirrell swallowed, holding his wand with a mournful look on his face, "I... I don't know how!"
Voldemort's expression was priceless, utterly incredulous, "You fool, this is the most basic spell in combat magic, and you don't know it?"
"Com... combat magic?" Quirrell indicated that this was the first time he had heard of such a term.
"Choosing you was my biggest mistake, how can you be so stupid!" Voldemort's roars were incessant, their heads were so close that Quirrell felt his ears buzzing and ringing.
And so, Anton miraculously got to listen to another Charms lesson.
Voldemort explained all sorts of imaginative detection spells one by one, and Quirrell, stumbling and fumbling, cast them.
It had to be said, Quirrell himself was indeed a powerful wizard with a solid foundation, learning and applying on the spot, he was incredibly skilled.
But Voldemort grew more and more irritable, and also gradually weaker.
The wall clock on the wall ticked away, sounding so piercing in the quiet environment.
One hour passed...
Two hours passed...
Three hours passed...
Four hours passed...
...
Until the sky outside the window gradually turned white.
Clearly, it was almost dawn.
By then, Anton's unexcused absence from class would surely attract the attention of other professors, and if Voldemort didn't plan to give up, he would also cause Quirrell to miss class.
_This will lead to everyone's attention being drawn.
Especially the already sensitive Dumbledore!
But if he gave up now and let Anton take the opportunity to leave, Voldemort could guess that this student of his would definitely call for Dumbledore!
Voldemort knew very well that Dumbledore would absolutely not allow him to harm a student, once he found out, he would abandon his quest for the secret of his immortality and kill him once again!
He was trapped in an unsolvable situation.
He felt he was in a desperate situation, and had already begun to consider whether he should abandon the goal of the Philosopher's Stone and flee Hogwarts before Anton could find Dumbledore.
The best possible outcome was almost within his grasp!
He just needed to capture this student, devour him, and be resurrected through him!
Then get close to Harry Potter and become his friend!
Then, using his identity as an advantage, he could easily obtain the Philosopher's Stone, and could even turn around and kill Harry Potter!
See, he had planned everything!
He was so close to succeeding!
But he was also extremely aware of how unfavorable the current situation was, if Dumbledore intervened and he was killed again, he might have to spend who knows how many more lonely and insane days in Albania.
That feeling, he absolutely did not want to experience it again!
How unwilling he was!
Quirrell was even more desperate, almost hysterical, he didn't know what kind of situation he would face next.
Azkaban?
Or... death?
Anton wasn't faring well either, his transformed Chameleon Windbird was slumped on the lamp bracket, feeling waves of dizziness, the long hours of transformation made him feel a twitching pain deep within his soul.
He could revert to his human form at any moment and could only grit his teeth and endure.
He could compete in patience, but in terms of magical power, he felt he was almost depleted.
And the worst thing had happened!
His soul had changed, the old wizard's wand had been reasonably handy before, only slightly less effective than the one from Ollivanders Wand Shop.
Now, because he had cut away that part of his original self's soul and shed the burden, his spells were much more powerful than before.
One plus one minus, the effect should have been about the same as before.
But it was truly different.
He even felt that this wand was rejecting him.
He...
seemed like he really couldn't hold on much longer