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Chapter 70 Quirrell's Misfortune

The old bat in the Batcave is certainly not asleep yet.

He has a habit of burying his head in a big face plate before going to bed every day.

The time varies, sometimes three to five minutes, sometimes one or two hours.

Every time he left his face, his eyes became extra soft.

"Da da--"

No matter how soft the voice was, Snape came out of his memories.

Again and again, is there another time?

Wearing black satin pajamas, he picked up the wand and pointed it directly at the door.

After a "bang" sound, Quirrell, who was rummaging through bottles and cans, was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

"Fluorescent flash——"

Before the light hit him, he had already turned his pants into a black cloak and covered his head.

Snape finally got what he wanted and saw the true face of the mysterious man who dared to invade his office.

A black half-length cloak created using advanced transformation techniques;

The lower half of the face is not covered;

bare lower body;

And a section of purple fabric is exposed in the crotch.

Seeing such a weird shape, Snape was obviously stunned for half a second.

But he was a qualified professor after all, and he instantly raised the wand in his hand.

A beam of red light flashed and hit the old wooden cabinet full of precious herbs.

"Ouch——"

Quirrell flew toward the door and just landed on the floor. The wounds on his body and right thigh were so painful that he let out a shrill wail.

Snape sneered, and made a half arc towards him with his right hand holding the wand.

The door frame seemed to be alive, with several chains wrapping around it.

Quirrell, who was rolling and crawling on the ground, endured the severe pain and used the hard alder wand to miss them one by one.

"Tsk, let me guess who you are——"

Snape walked out of the office slowly with a cold face.

Draco once said that a certain little lion in Gryffindor was very good at fighting and was once the biggest suspect.

This man's wand is so hard, it's not alder.

And those few shots just now are consistent with certain rumors.

"Wayne, you can't escape."

Just as he raised his wand high, Quirrell, who was leaning against the wall and walking quickly, suddenly turned around and stared at him.

"Don't kill him yet—"

Without the big face on the back of his head reminding him, Quirrell knew that Snape with a playful expression in front of him was not the Batman who had just shot him in the thigh.

"Expelliarmus—"

No longer panicking, he slightly raised his wand, and the spell directed at him dissipated into the air.

"Silent spell? You are not Wayne!" Snape's face darkened again.

If a first-year student could really act like this, he, a professor of more than ten years, would have no shame in staying at the school.

The price of underestimating the enemy is the same spell cast by the alder wand.

"Clang-"

Snape, who was beaten into the office, could not see the mysterious man again even though he got up and ran out immediately.

He looked at the torn black satin pajamas on his body and reluctantly shook his long hair that was stuck together.

These potions are not dangerous at all.

"Oh, it turns out he was injured."

His dark eyes looked at the blood on the floor, "You can't run away, you hide your head and show your tail."





Vincent in the room on the fourth floor was looking thoughtfully at a giant monster that had fainted on the ground.

A plot that didn't appear in the movie made him realize two very scary things.

This section was deleted, is there anything else?

After this year is over, what should we do next year?

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changes every year, so there may not be a villain appearing every year.

"So the last part is about the resurrected bald socket man coming to Hogwarts to be a professor?"

He shuddered, stood up and opened the door.

"Hmm -" Holding the parchment, he looked at the smallest bottle in a daze.

A magic potion that can withstand flames is definitely not an ordinary thing.

The last smoke bomb I took out of my pocket became exactly like this bottle.

For the sake of similarity, he also mixed some potion in it that was said to kill someone if he drank it.

"Harry shouldn't come in..."

After mumbling to himself, Vincent suddenly appeared next to the trap door after drinking the potion for his return journey.

He half-crouched down in a daze and thrust his face towards the clod of earth blocking the entrance.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

The three young wizards below who were still using the transformation technique quickly turned around.

"When did he disappear?"

"Who knew he was always so elusive?"

Hermione kicked the many clods of dirt on her face with annoyance on her face.

She raised her little head and shouted, "Did you walk in?"

"Yeah, I didn't know that drinking the magic potion would teleport me here."

The twins turned around at the same time and looked at the closed door.

"Don't think about it, the most important thing is to get out as soon as possible."

Hermione's reminder made them all understand that going there is not as fast as going out directly.

But both of them had secretly made up their minds to go inside and have a look if they had the chance.

After Vincent reduced the clod of soil to a size that he could barely squeeze into, he transformed his coat into a long rope using the transformation spell.

"Climb up quickly. I don't know when the three-headed dog next to me will wake up."

He said so, but after fixing the other end, he squatted in front of one of the big heads.

Quirrell has already used the things he stole from Snape's office. Next time he goes in, he will probably have to trick Hagrid.

If you are unlucky and the potion outside is tricked again, and you try to sneak in and steal the healing potion again...

If he had been injured like this, he might not have been able to pack his bags and leave Hogwarts overnight.

Even if I don't leave, I will become a professor in a short time.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" George, who was the first to climb up, tapped him on the shoulder.

"I'm trying to figure out how to expose Quirrell."

"Oh, that's definitely a problem."

Tell Dumbledore what happened, and Quirrell, who had a hand in setting up the level, might bite him back.

Not to mention adding points, it is possible to clear it directly.

When Fred and Hermione came up, they both looked sad.

"Actually, it's not without gain. At least we all know that Quirrell has a problem."

Hermione pointed to the trap door, "The way he ran away in a hurry just now, it was obvious that he didn't get what he wanted.

He will definitely stay at school until he gets it."

"That's right." Vincent touched the big head in front of him, "As long as he is still pretending, we have countless ways to expose him."

George also reached out his hand and touched it, "Fred and I have wanted to tease him for a long time, but we just thought he was a little pitiful so we didn't do it before."

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When Fred touched his hand, Hermione stretched out her little hand nervously.

"Okay, it feels quite comfortable to touch."

The four of them looked at each other and stood up subconsciously.

"How long will the medicine be effective?"

"Who knows, why don't you ask Quirrell?"

"Stop joking, we have to go back quickly."

"Yes, Lady Catwoman!"






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