Chapter 72 Good things for disinfection and sterilization
Early on Sunday morning, two major events came out of Hogwarts.
First, Seamus, Dean, Ron and Harry, the four first-year little lions, each gloriously scored 30 points for Gryffindor House.
It is impossible to add more. It is impossible to add so much before the end of the semester.
The second thing is that Professor Quirrell, who is very timid, met a mysterious man last night and was beaten so hard that he couldn't get out of bed.
"Who treated him?"
"Old Bat."
Vincent in the library smacked his lips, "He actually passed this level."
George said with a wicked smile on his face: "It is said that our Professor Quirrell is very scared and hugs Snape's thigh tightly and won't let go~"
"Quiet!"
The librarian, Mrs. Pince, immediately glared at him.
Fred, who was about to demonstrate, sat back angrily.
He moved his face closer and said in a very low voice, "Doesn't she look like a vulture? Even her cry is very similar."
Hermione also glared over, "This is the library, and making loud noises is prohibited."
George pointed around and said, "Look, there is power everywhere here.
If you speak louder or accidentally soil a book, she will rush to you faster than Filch."
Hermione, who was speechless, continued to read with her head down.
Mrs. Pince is a squib just like Filch.
Apart from the difference in gender, the two characters are quite similar to some extent.
"I'm sure they both are just jealous of our ability to use magic."
Vincent turned to the next page of the tome "History of Magic", "It is human nature to not want to live in Muggle society, and only Hogwarts is willing to accept them."
"Are you sympathizing with them?"
"A little bit, but more out of emotion."
The Squib who was expelled from the magical world, the only way to return is to rely on his descendants.
After all, examples like Filch and Mrs. Pince are only a handful.
"I think I know what Quirrell wants."
Vincent put down his quill and pointed his index finger at the profile of a legendary alchemist.
"Nicholas Flamel——"
Hermione looked along excitedly.
When Dumbledore was in school, he was already a pen pal who often wrote letters to each other.
The Philosopher's Stone is a treasure that all wizards are eager to covet. It's no wonder that Quirrell would break into Gringotts no matter how high the risk.
"Midas turns stone into gold~" The twins with yearning faces fell into fantasy.
Weasley raised a handful of gold galleons and buried Malfoy Manor with great pride.
The angry expressions of Malfoy, the old man and the young man, made them laugh more and more crazily.
"Get out of here!"
Mrs. Pince pointed out her hand, and the four of them ran out of the library in despair.
"She's really mean."
"well enough."
"This is a kind of unreasonable power. She doesn't even intend to give you a chance."
Speechless, Hermione walked up the steps.
"Aren't you going to visit Professor Quirrell?"
"I still have two papers to write."
Vincent was about to go back with her when the twins dragged him downstairs.
"Brother, you can do your homework at any time."
"This is a walking house point. As long as his true identity is exposed, we, Gryffindor, will usher in glory again!"
After being persuaded, he thought for a moment and took out a gold galleon from his pocket, "You always have to bring some small gifts when you go to visit, right?"
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The twins saw him smiling evilly and immediately understood what was going on.
You can't do anything openly, but it's acceptable to make Quirrell feel uncomfortable in secret.
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The school hospital at Hogwarts is managed by the school's head nurse, Mrs. Poppy Pomfrey.
She wasn't very old, but she looked at least several years older than Snape.
"Professor Quirrell, it's time to drink medicine."
Quirrell, who was lying on one of the six hospital beds, slowly straightened up.
He drank the whole bowl of green bubbling potion without hesitation.
It's not a pain, after all, he was attacked.
It is probably because Madam Pomfrey is used to brewing potions for naughty students, so the appearance of each one is worse than the last.
As a professor, it’s normal to have some privileges.
"Thank you - thank you."
Quirrell, who had returned to being submissive, lay down again.
He now has to play a victim who is always on tenterhooks, at least for this period of time.
"Madam, we are here to visit the professor."
"Oh, he just finished drinking the medicine."
"We won't disturb him for long."
"go in."
Quirrell turned sideways nervously and saw three big faces with bright smiles.
"Professor, are you okay?" Vincent put a bouquet of flowers in his hand on the vase.
"Not bad." He stretched out his hand in confusion.
"Let's do it." The twins enthusiastically grabbed one of his shoulders and gently helped him up.
Quirrell was full of doubts and before he started to think about it, Vincent took out a bottle of black, black and yellow potion from his pocket.
"This is high-concentration iodine, which my father often uses to disinfect wounds."
Looking at this ordinary potion, Quirrell became even more confused.
"Sorry, if you don't mind using Muggle items, this is a great sterilizer."
"It-it really does that?"
"certainly."
Vincent unscrewed the bottle cap with a sincere look, "You know Malfoy and I are good friends. He used to use this when he had boils on his face."
Quirrell didn't pay attention to the first half of the sentence. He was just wondering if this thing could cure pustules.
The physical injuries were not serious, but the back of his head, wrapped in a long scarf, had been soaked in sweat for more than ten hours.
If you don't ventilate, disinfect and disinfect your face, your whole face may rot.
"Thank you, Way-Wayne."
Vincent screwed on the bottle cap and placed it on the table beside the bed, "Professor, we all hope you can recover and be discharged soon."
"Yes, Professor."
George sat on the edge of the bed with a smile, "Can you describe the appearance of the mysterious man? We all want to catch this man as soon as possible."
Quirrell shook his head, then nodded, "He's dressed like a bat. It's so dark that I can't see clearly what he looks like."
The three of them nodded blankly.
After successfully clearing himself from suspicion, he did not forget to transfer the target to Snape.
Just one guy dressed like a bat, probably not many people in Hogwarts know about Batman.
Even though Snape was able to treat him, this Oscar-level acting skill is admirable.
"What is an Oscar?" George was very curious as he walked out of the school hospital.
"Just like your wizarding drama awards."
Quirrell's acting just now would be very disappointing if he didn't win the best performance award.
"Does he really know how to use that iodophor?"
Fred walked up the steps with some worry, "I don't know why, but I always feel that he would be very resistant to using Muggle items."
"It will work."
From the first second he entered, Vincent noticed the fluorescent green color around Quirrell's neck.
Unless you have a big face that doesn't want the back of your head, you will definitely use it if you have no choice.
"If I had known better, I would have added something in."
Seeing the sighing twins, he couldn't help but take a breath.
High-purity iodophor is powerful enough. If you add some fluorescent yellow, boil potion or something like that, even a fool will know who Batman is.
"No, you have already taken Madam Pomfrey's..."
Looking at the two smiling faces, he couldn't help but start to worry about the back of Quirrell's head.