After coming out of Dumbledore's office, the sky has quietly turned dark.

When Anton came to the restaurant on the first floor of the castle, he was a little hungry.

The restaurant was very lively, everyone was talking about the monster, and many people gathered on the long table in Gryffindor, listening to Ron telling his heroic deeds vividly.

Harry looked a little shy, but after he noticed Draco was watching them jealously from a distance, he joined the story.

Hermione obviously made up with the two of them, sat aside and listened to them adding fuel to the fire and curled her lips.

In the past, she would denounce such a proud attitude for doing things that violated school discipline.

It's very lively anyway.

But the excitement is theirs.

Anton came to Slytherin's long table with huge books in his arms, found a corner where no one was, and quietly enjoyed the food.

Basically, as long as he brings a book, no one will disturb him on his own initiative.

Especially for Slytherin, who is in the lower grade, this is the rule.

In terms of studying, Anton is famous for being more like a Ravenclaw than Ravenclaw.

Of course, if someone disturbs him reading, this person is even more Slytherin than Slytherin.

"Isn't this amazing?" Draco said to Anton very unhappy, well, the cute roommates always have some privileges.

"Mountain monsters are the strongest among humanoid creatures such as trolls. Obviously, my cousin has good courage and great strength." Anton said with a smile.

"Damn, I can't listen to his proud words." Draco rolled his eyes and took the two followers away.

Anton chuckled and ignored him.

Bang.

A hand gently patted his shoulder.

“…”

Anton was silent for a moment, and raised his head. It was Professor Quirrell.

"Also... maybe... maybe we can... talk... talk."

It’s so weird that it’s Professor Quirrell. This person never takes the initiative to look for him, and he’s always looking for him.

Anton pointed to the huge book beside him, "I need to go back to the dormitory and put this in a while. After all, it is a bit inconvenient to take it to walk."

Kiro pulled the corners of his mouth and tried hard to express a little kindness, "No... it's okay, eat slowly... slowly, come to me later... I... my office."

Anton nodded with a smile.

Quirrell walked towards the professor's position, and Anton squinted at his back.

He would not forget that the slag of Qiluo was going to kill him, but last night, how long it took, how could it be forgotten!

Now I'm looking for myself?

And it's a pleasing tone?

Anton's brain was running quickly.

After returning to the dormitory, Anton placed the magic book in a small box next to the windowsill.

This is probably the safest place he can think of, and there are few records of being sneaked into Slytherin's dormitory.

Moreover, there is a cute little plant under the windowsill.

Draco once complained that Anton should not put these dangerous plants in the dormitory. After a friendly and cordial exchange, he happily agreed.

This cute roommate adheres to the principle of "join if you can't beat it", and also placed a box next to the windowsill to store gadgets that he doesn't want people to know.

"It will protect my box, too, right?"

Anton nodded with a smile, "I don't mind sharing."

So the task of feeding small plants with pieces of meat and blood twice a week fell on Goll's head.

Both of them were very satisfied and won the win.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Anton adjusted his mindset and slowly came to Professor Quirrell's office.

"Are you looking for me?" Anton sat in the chair in front of his desk without hesitation.

If Voldemort hadn't been parasitic behind Quirrell's head, Anton would have found a way to kill this guy now.

Don't think that he only has the means of black magic. His experience in potions is his real trump card.

He died instantly, died suddenly in one month, was paralyzed, pretended to die as a vegetable, missing his arms and legs...

Choose from various sets of meals.

Is the research direction of the old wizard's magic potion to save lives and heal the wounded?

Anton can definitely ensure that these potions have the best taste and can be sweet.

In terms of taste, Anton believes that he is better than both the old wizard and Snape!

Qiluo didn't mind his rudeness. He looked at Anton steadily, and the two were silent for a long time.

More than patience, Kilow is obviously looking for the wrong person.

Anton can sit with him until the end of time.

If a person doesn't have to eat and poop, he can sit opposite Kilow for at least a year, and he is such a resilient person.

"I want you to help me," said Quirreau.

Obviously, people and ghosts are playing these days, and he actually doesn't look frightened and stuttering.

Anton did not answer, but just lowered his head and continued to play with his fingers.

"I want you to help me, that three-headed dog, I saw it, you have a way to deal with it! I also need someone to watch the wind to help me stop all emergencies!"

Then Anton raised his eyelids and stared at him coldly, "You wanted to kill me at that time, do you think I will help you?"

"You have to help me!" Quirrell's voice rose, "Dark Devil..."

He paused, clenched his fists hard, stood up, and looked down at Anton, "I didn't mean it! I was so scared at that time. Snape was so powerful that I had to get the things in that room. I was so desperate at that time."

He shivered his lips, "You don't know how desperate I was!"

"Haha." Anton sneered, lowered his head and continued to play with his fingers.

He has long stopped playing this primary method by shaping a reasonable reason for his behavior and putting himself in the perspective of the weak.

As his strength gradually increased, he became a little tired of this kind of fraud that had wronged himself.

Play this in front of me?

You're a little tender.

Kilow walked around behind his desk and finally stared at him, "You have to help me, I mean, I have taught you so much!"

Anton was still playing with his fingers.

Sneer in my heart.

Is that what I teach?

That's Voldemort, you taught me a chicken!

However, this also reminded him that obtaining the Philosopher's Stone was a sure goal that Voldemort was sure to win. Now that he has reached this point, he can no longer get out with just a simple complaint.

There is no room for negotiation for some things.

"Everything has a price. Professor, you have taught me so much and planned to kill me before. The grudges have long been cleared."

He can't play Voldemort, but he can't play this guy?

Oh?

If you want to help you, yes, or if you really lift the Dark King out, we will help you immediately without saying a word.

If you don’t dare, then show your sincerity!

Qiluo was very unwilling to accept it. He reached out and touched the turban, hesitated for a moment, but put down his hand, just said, "You must help me!"

"Then..." Anton said quietly, "What is the price?"

“!!!”

Qiluo was stunned and screamed in shock, his sharp tone echoing in the office, "You actually asked me for benefits, do you know, we are for..."
Chapter completed!