Chapter 99: Snape takes the blame?
The third floor of the castle.
Snape, who slipped into Quirrell's office, had a complicated expression.
He knew Dumbledore's arrangement, but he still didn't believe that a few students could accomplish it.
Quirrell kept covering his lower body that day, and there must be some shocking secret hidden there.
Maybe it's the Death Eater's Dark Mark, or maybe it's a trace left over from dark magic.
He endured his nausea and put his hands on the edge of his purple pajamas.
After gently peeling it off, he pointed the wand at a certain part.
Just as he was about to recite the spell, Quirrell suddenly opened his eyes.
"ah!!!"
In the middle of the night, Snape sneaked in, took off his pants, and pointed his wand at...
He was extremely scared.
"Severus, w-what do you want to do to me?"
Snape snorted with his big nose, then put away his wand as if nothing had happened, "Nothing happened."
Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then jumped out of bed angrily.
He is no longer the timid and fearful person he used to be.
Now Quirinus Quirrell must be completely frightened!
"Severus, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."
These eyes full of disgust made Snape raise his wand.
"Quirinas, don't look at me like that again."
Quirrell quietly hid his hands behind his back, "You didn't think I would wake up, did you?
The guy who hides his head and shows his tail!"
Snape said solemnly, "Don't look at me like that again."
He made a half arc with his right hand holding the wand, "Expelliarmus!"
Quirrell squeezed the wand in his hand and used a silent spell to neutralize the attack.
"Severus, don't force me."
As soon as he moved his wrist, Snape had already bent down and waved the wand to his feet.
The thorns that broke out of the ground stopped in front of a transparent barrier.
"Then let's have a real showdown!"
The alder wand pointed downwards, and the thorns were shot in the direction from which they came.
Snape, who was half squatting, raised the tip of his staff upward and pulled out a rope with flames from left to right.
The moment the match rope tore the thorns apart, they all turned back into rubble.
He stood up slowly, his black eyes reflecting Quirrell's big face.
"Quickly imprison——"
The Iron Armor Curse obviously failed to protect his feet.
But the match rope that was pulled fiercely was eventually held by a big hand.
The high temperature it brought did no harm.
"Your silent spell works better, Quirinus."
Snape used his right hand hard and pulled Quirrell half a step forward.
But after that, he was pulled one step forward.
"Use your hands, Severus."
The moment Quirrell raised his wand, the matchlock had disappeared.
He staggered on his hind legs, gritting his teeth and pulling the big bed to float in front of him.
Neatly cut in half, and in the gap that slowly began to separate, there was a black matte wand.
Unable to react in time, Quirrell was hit directly in the chest. The alder wand flew out in a spin and landed firmly on Snape's hand.
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"Use your hands, Quirinus."
Quirrell, who had his back against the wall, quickly hid beside the bed that was half on the floor.
He made a complex set of movements with his hands, and the alder wand that was taken away suddenly lit up with a strong light.
Snape, who covered half of his face, could feel that his left hand was empty.
"You disgust me, Quirinus."
Both of them knew what was going on, and Quirrell was still planning to pretend it.
"I can not understand what you say."
Snape lowered his hands and glanced at him coldly.
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The six people who had finished eating noodles in the kitchen were all quietly going upstairs.
"What are they doing wandering around in there?"
Cedric moved closer to the twins, "Are you playing peek-a-boo?"
Rove glanced at the fourth floor of the map and said, "Filch is still upstairs above them. This is really possible."
Vincent at the front stopped in front of the corridor on the third floor.
"where are they?"
"Still moving."
The silence and lack of sound really made the atmosphere weird.
"They are all professors." Hermione looked at the entire corridor, "They will definitely use magic to block the sound."
Vincent suddenly felt that the air became a little anxious.
What can two grown men do in the middle of the night?
Either fight, or fight again.
"Shhh - we have to keep our voices down too."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flew into the corridor from Quirrell's office.
The man, wearing a tattered black robe, stood up and ran back with his wand in hand.
"Old Bat?" Fred lowered his voice, "He and Quirrell got into a fight?"
"Bang——"
An unusual sound came from the quiet corridor.
This time it was a figure wearing half a purple pajamas.
The loose scarf wrapped around his forehead immediately caught Vincent's attention.
"Hey, Filch is down."
"You hide first."
Hermione watched him disappear little by little angrily.
Snape and Quirrell fight, this is a very good opportunity.
"Why not use dark magic, Quirinus?"
"Severus, I'm not like you."
Vincent, who was walking close to the wall, was almost grazed by a curse on his arm.
In just one bowl of noodles, the two of them fucked from the office to the corridor.
The timing of their spells is very clever.
"The turban is coming—"
When Quirrell's long scarf was halfway up, he quickly stretched out his hand to press it down.
Snape smiled conspiratorially, "It seems you are very unpopular, Quirinus."
He was about to say something sarcastic, but suddenly he was hit in the chest by a curse.
"Next is you!" Quirrell threw another disarming spell into the empty corridor.
"Haha~" Snape sneered as he stood up supporting the wall, "You might as well guess who is there."
There were quite a lot of people, five.
Quirrell knew who it was, but he could not name it.
Only the three professors who were in the Forbidden Forest knew about Vincent's knowledge of the Disguise Curse.
"Where are you!
come out!"
I cast several Apparition Curses in succession, but nothing happened.
Vincent, who was almost embedded in the wall, was very happy.
The scope of the Appearance Spell this time was not as large as last time.
Voldemort is just possessing him, but the magic he can use is so powerful that it is not in the same dimension.
According to the rhythm of one movie per school year, unless a young wizard who has just grown up is in trouble, he will die if he encounters it.
"Da da da da——"
Filch's footsteps were heard.
Quirrell lowered his wand and turned to stare at Snape.
"Do you think you can really keep this secret forever?"
He put the long scarf that had been pulled out a little bit on his shoulders, "I told you, I am not that mysterious person."
"Ah--"
Snape sneered and shook his messy long hair, "No matter what you plan to do, I advise you to give up."
Quirrell did not reply, but turned to look at Filch, who was running over.
"Argus, you came just in time.
I think I know who the mysterious man is."
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This chapter has been completed!