Chapter 166 Poor Quirrell
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
"hiss..."
Although he had already seen this plot in the book, witnessing this moment with his own eyes still made Glenn take a breath.
The twins cast clever magic on the snowball, hitting the back of Quirrell's head one after another.
That is...
His Highness the Dark Lord's face.
The snowball exploded, and the snowflakes flew.
In fact, Quirrell, who was running around with his head in his arms at this time, could easily remove the magic from the snowball with a wave of his wand.
But in order to keep his character intact, he just let the snowball hit his master in the face.
What a cruel person...
Glenn thought to himself, but suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.
"Wind Walk!"
He quickly muttered silently, and his figure instantly turned into nothingness.
The footsteps were shuffling, and they sounded old, and their legs and feet seemed not very flexible.
Filch.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
He passed unconsciously through Glenn's formless body and saw the sneaking Weasley twins.
At the same time, Quirrell was knocked forward by the last snowball and took two steps forward uncontrollably.
As luck would have it, the foot he was balancing on accidentally got into a snow nest, and he suddenly lost his balance.
He exclaimed, turned his arms twice, but still couldn't stabilize his body, and fell face down into the snow.
"Oh my God, Professor Quirrell!" he exclaimed, and shouted angrily at the twins, "How dare you two brats do such a thing to a professor?!"
Fred and George looked back at Filch.
"Damn it! It's this old guy again!"
"Come on!"
Relying on their youth, they quickly disappeared from Filch's sight.
Unfortunately, as a pair of red-haired twins, they are too recognizable.
"I will report this matter to Professor McGonagall!" Filch chased for a few steps, but stopped and shouted unwillingly, "You two, just wait to be put in solitary confinement!"
He glanced sadly at the direction in which the two men disappeared, then hurriedly ran towards Quirrell, limping across the grass.
With his help, Quirrell finally stood up. The robe and turban on his body were already soaked.
He immediately raised his hand to straighten the crooked turban so that no one could see his master's face.
Filch patted the snow marks on his body and asked with concern: "Are you okay, Professor Quirrell?"
"No...it's okay..."
Quirrell shook his head and said, then lifted up the hem of his robe and hurried towards the castle.
Filch originally wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he could only look at his back in confusion and scratch his head.
Glenn, who was in an invisible state, had an idea in his mind to follow.
If we could overhear the conversation between the master and the servant, we might be able to find out how the plot of the original novel had changed under the influence of Morgana in the Middle Ages.
He took a look at the skill's cooldown and the time until class, and gave up on this tempting idea.
There is no other reason.
cowardly.
Quirrell's clothes and turban were soaked through. He was walking in a hurry. He was obviously going back to the office. He wanted to eavesdrop, so he had to follow him in.
In this way, how to leave becomes a problem.
Although Wind Step can ignore the collision volume, it cannot pass through walls or doors. If Quirrell does not go out for a long time, he will have to wait there.
As time goes by, there is no guarantee that the trap will not be exposed.
Flashing can be used to leave quickly, but the problem is that the sound and light effects are too obvious.
For a piece of information that may not be able to be found out, he will reveal his flash ability and at the same time, he will alert others.
If you think about it carefully, it is unwise.
Glenn shook his head and watched Quirrell walk away before returning to the auditorium.
Preparations for Christmas decorations have begun in the castle.
After the afternoon classes, Glenn and Qiu walked downstairs, only to find that the front was a little crowded.
He looked over the heads of the crowd and saw a fir tree standing in the foyer.
The corridor door was half blocked, so people in front had to turn sideways and squeeze through one by one.
When it was almost Glenn's turn, there was a noise from below.
A deep voice drawled and shouted coldly.
"Weasley!"
It was Professor Snape.
Glenn was now in a position where he could clearly see the location of the conflict.
Ron looked angry and his ears were a little red.
He was loosening the clothes on Master Malfoy's chest angrily, and let out a cold snort from his nose.
"Someone messed with him first, Professor Snape."
Hagrid's voice came, and his big, shaggy head emerged from behind the tree.
"Malfoy just insulted his family."
"No matter what, hitting someone is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid."
Professor Snape's voice was a little cunning, and sounded a little sinister.
"Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, you should be glad you didn't get more. Now, get going, all of you."
Master Draco glanced at Ron with an obviously disdainful look, then straightened his collar and left with two followers.
They squeezed through the fir trees so roughly that they knocked the needles all over the floor.
Ron heard their unbridled laughter and almost rushed forward to teach Malfoy a lesson in the Muggle way that was not magical at all.
Fortunately, Harry and Hermione gave him a tug and managed to calm down.
So reckless...
Glenn pinched his eyebrows and said in his heart.
Hagrid comforted him a few words, then moved his fir tree and walked into the auditorium with Harry and others.
The road suddenly became clear, and Glenn and Autumn followed suit.
Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were waiting inside, busy decorating the Christmas decorations.
"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree has been brought in!" Professor Flitwick turned around and said with a smile, "Put it in the corner here!"
The auditorium was almost decorated, and the walls were covered with hanging ribbons of holly and mistletoe.
Counting the last one Hagrid moved, there are a total of twelve towering Christmas trees placed in every corner of the auditorium.
There are exquisite decorations hanging on it, various colorful balls, and small icicles that will not melt.
Professor McGonagall also walked over from the other side of the auditorium, preparing to decorate the last tree with Professor Flitwick.
Strings of golden bubbles emerged from the tip of Professor Flitwick's staff and landed gently on the branches of the tree.
Professor McGonagall also waved her wand lightly, creating a cloud above the treetops, but snowflakes fell from the cloud and decorated the leaves.
Glenn watched the movements of the two professors with relish, carefully observing their methods of controlling magic.
Hagrid's somewhat frightened voice could be heard faintly from behind.
"Stop it...what that big dog is guarding...has nothing to do with you!"
Although he had already seen this plot in the book, witnessing this moment with his own eyes still made Glenn take a breath.
The twins cast clever magic on the snowball, hitting the back of Quirrell's head one after another.
That is...
His Highness the Dark Lord's face.
The snowball exploded, and the snowflakes flew.
In fact, Quirrell, who was running around with his head in his arms at this time, could easily remove the magic from the snowball with a wave of his wand.
But in order to keep his character intact, he just let the snowball hit his master in the face.
What a cruel person...
Glenn thought to himself, but suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.
"Wind Walk!"
He quickly muttered silently, and his figure instantly turned into nothingness.
The footsteps were shuffling, and they sounded old, and their legs and feet seemed not very flexible.
Filch.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
He passed unconsciously through Glenn's formless body and saw the sneaking Weasley twins.
At the same time, Quirrell was knocked forward by the last snowball and took two steps forward uncontrollably.
As luck would have it, the foot he was balancing on accidentally got into a snow nest, and he suddenly lost his balance.
He exclaimed, turned his arms twice, but still couldn't stabilize his body, and fell face down into the snow.
"Oh my God, Professor Quirrell!" he exclaimed, and shouted angrily at the twins, "How dare you two brats do such a thing to a professor?!"
Fred and George looked back at Filch.
"Damn it! It's this old guy again!"
"Come on!"
Relying on their youth, they quickly disappeared from Filch's sight.
Unfortunately, as a pair of red-haired twins, they are too recognizable.
"I will report this matter to Professor McGonagall!" Filch chased for a few steps, but stopped and shouted unwillingly, "You two, just wait to be put in solitary confinement!"
He glanced sadly at the direction in which the two men disappeared, then hurriedly ran towards Quirrell, limping across the grass.
With his help, Quirrell finally stood up. The robe and turban on his body were already soaked.
He immediately raised his hand to straighten the crooked turban so that no one could see his master's face.
Filch patted the snow marks on his body and asked with concern: "Are you okay, Professor Quirrell?"
"No...it's okay..."
Quirrell shook his head and said, then lifted up the hem of his robe and hurried towards the castle.
Filch originally wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he could only look at his back in confusion and scratch his head.
Glenn, who was in an invisible state, had an idea in his mind to follow.
If we could overhear the conversation between the master and the servant, we might be able to find out how the plot of the original novel had changed under the influence of Morgana in the Middle Ages.
He took a look at the skill's cooldown and the time until class, and gave up on this tempting idea.
There is no other reason.
cowardly.
Quirrell's clothes and turban were soaked through. He was walking in a hurry. He was obviously going back to the office. He wanted to eavesdrop, so he had to follow him in.
In this way, how to leave becomes a problem.
Although Wind Step can ignore the collision volume, it cannot pass through walls or doors. If Quirrell does not go out for a long time, he will have to wait there.
As time goes by, there is no guarantee that the trap will not be exposed.
Flashing can be used to leave quickly, but the problem is that the sound and light effects are too obvious.
For a piece of information that may not be able to be found out, he will reveal his flash ability and at the same time, he will alert others.
If you think about it carefully, it is unwise.
Glenn shook his head and watched Quirrell walk away before returning to the auditorium.
Preparations for Christmas decorations have begun in the castle.
After the afternoon classes, Glenn and Qiu walked downstairs, only to find that the front was a little crowded.
He looked over the heads of the crowd and saw a fir tree standing in the foyer.
The corridor door was half blocked, so people in front had to turn sideways and squeeze through one by one.
When it was almost Glenn's turn, there was a noise from below.
A deep voice drawled and shouted coldly.
"Weasley!"
It was Professor Snape.
Glenn was now in a position where he could clearly see the location of the conflict.
Ron looked angry and his ears were a little red.
He was loosening the clothes on Master Malfoy's chest angrily, and let out a cold snort from his nose.
"Someone messed with him first, Professor Snape."
Hagrid's voice came, and his big, shaggy head emerged from behind the tree.
"Malfoy just insulted his family."
"No matter what, hitting someone is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid."
Professor Snape's voice was a little cunning, and sounded a little sinister.
"Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, you should be glad you didn't get more. Now, get going, all of you."
Master Draco glanced at Ron with an obviously disdainful look, then straightened his collar and left with two followers.
They squeezed through the fir trees so roughly that they knocked the needles all over the floor.
Ron heard their unbridled laughter and almost rushed forward to teach Malfoy a lesson in the Muggle way that was not magical at all.
Fortunately, Harry and Hermione gave him a tug and managed to calm down.
So reckless...
Glenn pinched his eyebrows and said in his heart.
Hagrid comforted him a few words, then moved his fir tree and walked into the auditorium with Harry and others.
The road suddenly became clear, and Glenn and Autumn followed suit.
Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were waiting inside, busy decorating the Christmas decorations.
"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree has been brought in!" Professor Flitwick turned around and said with a smile, "Put it in the corner here!"
The auditorium was almost decorated, and the walls were covered with hanging ribbons of holly and mistletoe.
Counting the last one Hagrid moved, there are a total of twelve towering Christmas trees placed in every corner of the auditorium.
There are exquisite decorations hanging on it, various colorful balls, and small icicles that will not melt.
Professor McGonagall also walked over from the other side of the auditorium, preparing to decorate the last tree with Professor Flitwick.
Strings of golden bubbles emerged from the tip of Professor Flitwick's staff and landed gently on the branches of the tree.
Professor McGonagall also waved her wand lightly, creating a cloud above the treetops, but snowflakes fell from the cloud and decorated the leaves.
Glenn watched the movements of the two professors with relish, carefully observing their methods of controlling magic.
Hagrid's somewhat frightened voice could be heard faintly from behind.
"Stop it...what that big dog is guarding...has nothing to do with you!"
