Chapter 31 Quirrell cleared of suspicion
Quirrell closed his eyes tightly, grabbed the corner of the purple turban with a look of death-defying determination, and then yanked hard——
The entire headscarf was taken off and thrown to the ground.
Quirrell's naked head was exposed, looking strangely small and bald, without a single hair.
Dracula looked at his egg-like bald little head, frowned in disgust, and ordered:
"Stop playing tricks and turn around."
Quirrell slowly turned around and showed the back of his head in front of many professors.
The professors were all shocked.
Professor Sprout suddenly covered her eyes, and a clear red mark appeared on the lower part of her forehead from the quick face covering; Snape's mouth and eyes twitched at the same time, and the marks on his face The facial features were completely twisted together; Professor Flitwick was eating, and when he saw the back of Quirrell's head, he vomited it out...
Dracula was the most direct. He raised his hand in disgust and slapped Quirrell on the head out of thin air. Quirrell was whipped around and spun around a few times, then fell heavily to the ground, making a big hole in the floor of the professor's lounge, just enough to embed the back of his head into the floor.
It turned out that just behind Quirrell's head, there were three extremely hideous scars, two on top and one on the bottom. When put together, they looked like an ugly, gloomy human face!
This ugly human face disgusted the professors so much that they stopped eating for several days.
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Although psychologically unwilling to believe it, as the impartial and selfless Vice-Principal of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall had to admit that no matter how ugly Quirrell's scar was, there was really nothing else under the hood.
Then the bad guys now become professors.
They were like a group of extremely vicious villains, forcing the weak Quirrell into a corner and peeling off his last fig leaf...
"Now...are you...satisfied?" With his head buried in the ground, poor Quirrell sobbed and complained, "I...I have been using my turban to cover...to cover these ugly scars, just because I'm afraid...I'm afraid you still have them..." The students dislike me. If... if laughing at me makes you happy, then I... I will admit it..."
After listening to Quirrell's pitiful speech, two middle-aged and elderly women, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, were directly moved.
Professor Sprout said sentimentally: "Oh, poor Assistant Professor Quirrell, it's all our fault that opened your wound."
"Don't worry, Quirinus, Hogwarts will never wrong a good person!" Professor McGonagall also comforted.
After thanking him profusely, Quirrell carefully pulled his head out from between the floor tiles, then limped out of the professor's lounge, holding the back of his head.
After Quirrell left, Snape looked at Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout with an unfriendly expression.
"Two deans, because of your kindness, our last clue has been lost." He said one word at a time, each word seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth.
"Oh, don't say that, Severus." Seeing the unkind expressions on the two ladies' faces, Professor Flitwick hurriedly stood on the table and tried to block the sight of both sides with his tiptoes. "Minerva and Pomona just don't want to be wronged. He's just a good person. I think Assistant Quirrell is quite pitiful, why don't we just observe more?"
"A woman's kindness." Snape snorted coldly.
Then he swung his long cloak, walked out of the professor's lounge like a big bat, and walked out of the professor's lounge like a giant bat.
"Severus is really not polite." Professor McGonagall was so angry that she almost chased him to let him experience what it means for women to hold up half the sky!
The good-tempered Professor Sprout quickly grabbed Professor McGonagall's arm, "Minerva, forget it, it won't happen. You also know that Severus has always been like this..."
Because of this unpleasant episode, a group of professors broke up unhappy.
And Dracula stayed until the end.
He walked slowly to the hole in the ground, looked at the purple turban that Quirrell had forgotten to take away, and fell into deep thought.
There is still a faint smell of low-quality perfume emanating from this scarf, but it is already very weak, which means that only a vampire with such a sensitive sense of smell can easily detect it.
Dracula hadn't noticed it before, and it wasn't until now that he suddenly remembered that it seemed that he hadn't smelled the strong perfume on Quirrell for a while. This may be the reason why the professors did not dislike Quirrell too much today.
If Quirrell comes to the professor's lounge with the same smell as before, not to mention whether Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout will take pity on him, I am afraid that the two ladies will be the first to be unable to bear it and put Quirrell Drive this walking bioweapon back to his own office!
Dracula recalled all the abnormal behaviors of Quirrell, and gradually concluded a vague truth.
From the first time he met Quirrell, Quirrell had been using various strong smells to cover up another smell on his body.
At first it was the smell of garlic, which Dracula was disgusted with, so he ordered Quirrell to get rid of the smell.
Later, Quirrell changed into the troll's smelly socks that hadn't been washed for hundreds of years and the smell of toilets. The smell of trolls can make people with normal sense of smell vomit, but Quirrell can live with this smell for a whole day. He is indeed a warrior in this regard.
Finally, Quirrell got rid of the troll's stink, leaving only the strong smell of bad perfume.
Because the smell of perfume was somewhat normal, Hogwarts did not say that professors could not wear perfume, so Quirrell got the better of him and it lasted for most of the semester.
As Christmas approaches, the professors are extremely busy, and no one cares about the man who wears perfume every day.
Dracula continued to think back,
It seemed that just before Harry's first Quidditch match, Quirrell's perfume began to dissipate.
Thinking of this, Dracula took out the Hogwarts title deed from his pocket and looked at a small room that was surrounded by layers of profound protective spells and could not be monitored by the title deed.
That's Quirrell's office.
"interesting."
Dracula's lips curled up slightly, and he disappeared from the spot.
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In Quirrell's office, the bald man kneeled respectfully, holding a diary in both hands and placing it on the table in front of him.
"I have finally cleared myself of suspicion, Master!" He said tremblingly and excitedly, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely help you get the Magic Stone!"
The shadow of a foggy black-haired boy quietly appeared above the diary.
He nodded slowly towards Quirrell, with a dark smile on his face.
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