The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Going back to the hut to clean up the test bench that was messed up by Draco and the others, he pulled a super long list and slapped it on this lovely roommate. Anton got a perfect sum of money.

Although his small vault was already filled by Mr. Rozier.

But this is different.

Anton had to take care of the twins' emotions. He took out too many gold coins for no reason, and the Weasley hut completely became his, and the twins became wage earners.

This will only degrade their relationship, which is not a wise move.

He doesn't have much desire for money, and he values ​​the relationship between the two cousins ​​who can negotiate more.

Draco's money is a good income for the Weasley Cottage, and the twins can finally enter into more abundant research.

To be precise, it was a three-person study.

Anton always finds a new way when researching into a problem, and proposes some solutions that no one else can think of.

The twins seemed to see the same kind, "We really are brothers!"

So under the leadership of these two cousins, Anton also began to come into contact with a brand new field - magic item manufacturing skills.

Look, it's not bad to have such two brothers, right?

Oh, sometimes he also has to take care of Ron's little cousin's mood.

"She was just like this, waving her wand, her feathers floated up gently, and looked at me proudly." Ron was obviously in a bad mood, and drank the juice angrily, "No wonder everyone can't stand her. "

Anton picked up the fried chicken leg on the long table, dipped it in tomato sauce, took a hard bite, and the heat came out of the crispy skin.

"So, you made her angry again?"

"What is it?" Ron's eyes widened.

Harry sat next to him, obviously worried, "I just saw her cry, maybe we shouldn't have said that to her."

"So what!" Ron hesitated for a while, a little uneasy, but still stubborn, "She must have noticed, she has no friends!"

"Hmm~~" Anton took a bite of the fried chicken leg again. I have to say that the cooking skills of the house-elves at Hogwarts are absolutely master-level and delicious!

He gently put the chicken thigh bones on the plate, picked up a tissue and wiped his hands, "You're wrong about that, she has friends."

Both Ron and Harry looked over.

"Damn, I've never seen it before!" Ron's eyes widened.

Harry thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously in agreement.

Anton looked at them helplessly, "It's just the two of you, but now the boat of your friendship has capsized, and she really has no friends."

"..." Ron and Harry looked at each other.

"I'm going to class. In the afternoon, it's a spell class. I happen to have a lot of questions to ask. See you at the banquet in the evening."

Today is the day before Halloween.

There will be a Halloween dinner in the evening, and the restaurant is full of colorful costumes.

Jack-o-lanterns float above the seemingly roofless restaurant.

The food is richer than usual, and the platter is more beautiful.

Then Professor Quirrell ran in in panic and said to Dumbledore, "The troll... in the basement... thought you should know."

Crack.

Weakly, he fainted on the ground.

Trolls are not ordinary things. It's strange that Professor Quirrell really wanted to find a random piece of garbage to prevaricate Dumbledore's task of guarding the Philosopher's Stone.

According to the classification of the Ministry of Magic, trolls belong to the XXXX dangerous level magical animals. At the same level, there are Dumbledore's Phoenix Phoenix, Newt's Bird Snake, Centaurs in the Forbidden Forest, and ordinary wizards can't see it. The Invisible Beast (the old monkey in Fantastic Beasts 2), the Gryphon and so on.

Thick skin and rough flesh, strong resistance to magic spells, and great lethality!

The Fantastic Beasts course was introduced in the first grade, and everyone knew the horror of this thing.

Immediately, all the students screamed in panic and ran around.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

A majestic and heavy voice rang in everyone's ears.

Dumbledore looked at everyone seriously, "Prefect, take the students of your college to the dormitory immediately!"

After giving an order, he took the professors to the castle to find them.

Snape stared at it all, then turned and left through the back door.

Harry Potter stared at Snape's back, and finally turned around to tell Ron that Hermione didn't know the news about the troll, and the two brave Gryffindors began to brave the world to find their friends.

Everything is like a silent drama.

It unfolded in front of Anton in a flash.

There was no turbulence in his heart.

Troll?

This kind of magical animal can really make Ron stunned with a levitating spell, and that's hell.

Change it to a griffin or a phoenix of the same level and let Ron knock on it?

If Dumbledore hadn't been behind this, Anton would have eaten his brain on the spot!

"Hehe~"

"good luck!"

He walked out with the crowd.

At this moment, a voice with an elegant tone rang in his ear.

"You are cold-blooded."

"!!!" Anton seemed to be under the petrification spell, turned around slowly, and looked at Professor Quirrell.

Your role in the restaurant is over, right?

At this time, you should hurry to find the Philosopher's Stone, and then come back as soon as possible to pretend.

Why are you chatting with me?

"I like it very much." The corner of Professor Quirrell's mouth twitched slightly. He didn't know when he climbed to the chair beside the long table and sat down, staring at Anton with cold and playful eyes.

Snapped.

His hand rested lightly on Anton's shoulder.

"Quillotine is an idiot. I need someone smart and alert to help him, my dear student, you will definitely do it, right?" Quirrell looked at Anton and licked the corner of his mouth.

"But the principal just asked us to go back to the dormitory." The obedient little wizard was obviously afraid of the principal's appearance~www.wuxiahere.com~ Professor Quirrell stared at him, and squeezed his hand lightly on his shoulder, "Don't let me down."

Well, Lao Fu, you won.

Professor Quirrell turned back to that timid, panic-stricken look on his face. Seeing him grab Anton's shoulder, he was a little surprised.

Sigh.

Anton took advantage of the situation to help Professor Quirrell, "I'll take you back to the office."

"Great." Quirrell nodded.

Until he left the crowd's field of vision, Professor Quirrell took out his wand and waved it gently. Anton could feel a wind wrapping around him.

Simple walking becomes much faster.

Professor Quirrell gave Anton a deep look, "Let's hurry up."

Be the first to walk towards the castle stairs.

Anton squinted at Quirrell's back. In fact, he always had a plan. If Voldemort attacked him, with his fine-tuning of the soul, he might try to completely lock Voldemort in Quirrell's body.

This thought has been itching in his heart for a long time.

Just now...

He touched the curse bracelet on his wrist and pursed his lips.

They quickly came to the corridor on the fourth floor.

Quirrell clenched his wand nervously, glanced at Anton who was hiding far away in the corner, and pouted, the master said that this little wizard would be useful, hehe, he's not just a coward!

He, Quirinus Quirrell, will get the Philosopher's Stone tonight!

He will resurrect the Dark Lord tonight!

He is the greatest hero!

With yearning for a better life, he forcefully opened the door where the Philosopher's Stone was stored.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

A magic spell quickly shot from another corner!