Chapter 112 The most difficult calculation is the human heart
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The Hermiones in the Gryffindor common room are dumbfounded.
Both Harry and Ron wanted to go to the fourth floor to stop Snape.
As she listened, she felt the urge to cast a stun spell on them.
No, she can't.
"Listen, Snape is not You-Know-Who!"
"How do you know?" Ron pouted, "He's mysterious and doesn't look like a good person."
Although Harry didn't speak, the expression on his face conveyed the same meaning.
"You can't trust first impressions."
Hermione looked anxious, "He may not be a good person, but he will definitely not be a mysterious person!"
"Why are you defending him?" Ron was already a little displeased, "Whether Snape is or not, we will find out if we go together."
Still insisting on his own thoughts, Harry said, "Otherwise, we'll call Vincent over.
He's so good at fighting, we can just distract Snape—"
"No way!" Hermione rejected the plan instantly, "You guys can't go to the fourth floor anyway."
Ron started to get a little annoyed, "Why?
You can't go together, and we can't go together. Are you taking too much control? "
As soon as he said the words, he regretted it.
Harry's face was full of apology, "I'm sorry, Ron, he didn't mean that, he just—"
"I'm fine!" Hermione finally knew why Vincent was so far away.
She was sure Harry had already told Ron about being selected for the Quidditch team alone.
What they had to deal with was Quirrell who could escape under Snape's nose, not the timid Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
To follow, or not to follow?
Although Harry is a bit self-righteous, he is still willing to listen to other people's opinions.
Ron is impulsive and always acts on impressions.
If they went to the fourth floor, the three-headed dog would definitely not be able to pass.
"I won't tell anyone, and I won't go with you."
Hermione made a choice.
Harry was very guilty, "If we are in danger, we will come back as soon as possible."
"Let's go." Ron dodged his eyes a little, and got into the big hole leading to the outside of the dormitory.
……
……
The corridor outside the principal's office.
Vincent's face was hot.
"Brother, you seem to be wrong~"
George smiled and put his arms around him, "Oh, although Hermione was always meddling in the past, it's obviously very different now~"
"I'm not a god." Vincent pretended to be looking at the map, "Professor Dumbledore also made a mistake."
"People's hearts—" Fred shook his head and sighed.
The twins always seem to be mischievous, but that doesn't mean they're really innocent.
Vincent and Dumbledore calculated each other in order to make Harry grow.
But the price behind this is the personal safety of the students.
Can't be right, can't be wrong.
"I really don't want to grow up." George waved to Hermione in the distance.
She was a little puzzled, "Don't want to grow up?"
"Yeah, I don't want to grow up." Both Cedric and Rove felt the same way.
"It's not like this happens every day." Vincent spread his hand, pointing to the name of the double-faced person on the map.
"When we expose Quirrell, we can return to normal campus life."
"That's right!" The twins cheered up again.
Rove's depression was swept away, "No wonder Professor Dumbledore chose you."
Cedric swore: "You should choose Hufflepuff when sorting."
Hermione poked her little head towards the map in a daze, "Actually, I don't think there's anything wrong with growing up.
Hope nothing like this happens again in the future. "
Although Vincent had no idea in his heart, his expression was extremely firm, "It will definitely not."
"Here comes Quirrell."
The double-faced man slipped away quietly under the noses of the professors.
When Rove saw one of the many names in the auditorium, his eyes widened in surprise.
"How dare he use the Imperius Curse on Anna!"
"Anna?" Cedric saw the name in front of Dumbledore.
"She was placed in the Forbidden Forest by my grandfather." Rove clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. "She is the last descendant of the horned camel living in America."
Vincent frowned tightly while recalling some bad memories.
The horned camel's skin is hard enough to resist the spell, and it has been hunted by wizards all the time.
If there is any damage here in the Forbidden Forest, no matter how good old Newt is, he will probably lose his temper.
"Professor Dumbledore is really hopeless."
All six nodded in sympathy, and then looked at each other in tacit understanding.
"Still pretending?"
"No, we are reporting by real name this time."
"By the way, can this big guy hide with the illusion spell?"
"Try it."
……
……
Quirrell climbed the stairs very quickly.
In less than 5 minutes, he had arrived on the eighth floor where the entrance to the principal's office was located.
But while seeing the gargoyle, he also found two very conspicuous red marks in the corridor.
This "x" probably means a trap.
"Quirinas, don't waste your time—"
Quirrell lifted his foot over the mark and landed on the floor behind him.
"Ka—" a faint mechanical trigger sounded.
this touch,
this height,
Obviously stepped on a trap!
According to his many years of experience in teaching Muggle studies, the invisible object stepped on by his right foot is very likely to be a landmine that will explode when it is released.
"Master, is there anyone around here?"
"That little Mudblood did it—"
Quirrell quickly drew his wand from his pocket.
The entire corridor was silent, without any movement.
He pointed his wand at his right foot confidently.
There is magic, so what if you step on a mine?
"Bam—"
As soon as the alder wand was aimed, a bright yellow bullet shot out.
It's so hard to die, but it still hit the stick.
"Ah—" Quirrell stepped on the landmine with his right foot.
This wand, which had spent almost all his savings, was destroyed by the same person again.
"Wayne, is it you!"
He growled hysterically, "Come out! Come out if you have the ability!"
"Good evening, Professor Quirrell."
Vincent, who undid the illusion spell, was standing next to the gargoyle, holding the Enfield with the added scope in his hand.
"You really know all this!"
Quirrell once guessed that Snape and the person in front of him were in the same group, but the two sides had an undisguised campus war before, so they didn't continue to think about it.
Now it seems that they should all belong to Dumbledore.
"Not only me, but also them." Vincent stepped aside.
Five figures appeared on the cracked wall.
"Okay, very good." Quirrell squeezed the alder wand with unicorn hair exposed.
At this point, he doesn't need to continue pretending anymore.
"Master, I need your wand—"
After getting permission, his gaze began to wander between the six wands in front of him.
No matter who is in front of him, he must go in to find the Philosopher's Stone and completely get rid of Voldemort's control.
……
……
Both Harry and Ron wanted to go to the fourth floor to stop Snape.
As she listened, she felt the urge to cast a stun spell on them.
No, she can't.
"Listen, Snape is not You-Know-Who!"
"How do you know?" Ron pouted, "He's mysterious and doesn't look like a good person."
Although Harry didn't speak, the expression on his face conveyed the same meaning.
"You can't trust first impressions."
Hermione looked anxious, "He may not be a good person, but he will definitely not be a mysterious person!"
"Why are you defending him?" Ron was already a little displeased, "Whether Snape is or not, we will find out if we go together."
Still insisting on his own thoughts, Harry said, "Otherwise, we'll call Vincent over.
He's so good at fighting, we can just distract Snape—"
"No way!" Hermione rejected the plan instantly, "You guys can't go to the fourth floor anyway."
Ron started to get a little annoyed, "Why?
You can't go together, and we can't go together. Are you taking too much control? "
As soon as he said the words, he regretted it.
Harry's face was full of apology, "I'm sorry, Ron, he didn't mean that, he just—"
"I'm fine!" Hermione finally knew why Vincent was so far away.
She was sure Harry had already told Ron about being selected for the Quidditch team alone.
What they had to deal with was Quirrell who could escape under Snape's nose, not the timid Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
To follow, or not to follow?
Although Harry is a bit self-righteous, he is still willing to listen to other people's opinions.
Ron is impulsive and always acts on impressions.
If they went to the fourth floor, the three-headed dog would definitely not be able to pass.
"I won't tell anyone, and I won't go with you."
Hermione made a choice.
Harry was very guilty, "If we are in danger, we will come back as soon as possible."
"Let's go." Ron dodged his eyes a little, and got into the big hole leading to the outside of the dormitory.
……
……
The corridor outside the principal's office.
Vincent's face was hot.
"Brother, you seem to be wrong~"
George smiled and put his arms around him, "Oh, although Hermione was always meddling in the past, it's obviously very different now~"
"I'm not a god." Vincent pretended to be looking at the map, "Professor Dumbledore also made a mistake."
"People's hearts—" Fred shook his head and sighed.
The twins always seem to be mischievous, but that doesn't mean they're really innocent.
Vincent and Dumbledore calculated each other in order to make Harry grow.
But the price behind this is the personal safety of the students.
Can't be right, can't be wrong.
"I really don't want to grow up." George waved to Hermione in the distance.
She was a little puzzled, "Don't want to grow up?"
"Yeah, I don't want to grow up." Both Cedric and Rove felt the same way.
"It's not like this happens every day." Vincent spread his hand, pointing to the name of the double-faced person on the map.
"When we expose Quirrell, we can return to normal campus life."
"That's right!" The twins cheered up again.
Rove's depression was swept away, "No wonder Professor Dumbledore chose you."
Cedric swore: "You should choose Hufflepuff when sorting."
Hermione poked her little head towards the map in a daze, "Actually, I don't think there's anything wrong with growing up.
Hope nothing like this happens again in the future. "
Although Vincent had no idea in his heart, his expression was extremely firm, "It will definitely not."
"Here comes Quirrell."
The double-faced man slipped away quietly under the noses of the professors.
When Rove saw one of the many names in the auditorium, his eyes widened in surprise.
"How dare he use the Imperius Curse on Anna!"
"Anna?" Cedric saw the name in front of Dumbledore.
"She was placed in the Forbidden Forest by my grandfather." Rove clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. "She is the last descendant of the horned camel living in America."
Vincent frowned tightly while recalling some bad memories.
The horned camel's skin is hard enough to resist the spell, and it has been hunted by wizards all the time.
If there is any damage here in the Forbidden Forest, no matter how good old Newt is, he will probably lose his temper.
"Professor Dumbledore is really hopeless."
All six nodded in sympathy, and then looked at each other in tacit understanding.
"Still pretending?"
"No, we are reporting by real name this time."
"By the way, can this big guy hide with the illusion spell?"
"Try it."
……
……
Quirrell climbed the stairs very quickly.
In less than 5 minutes, he had arrived on the eighth floor where the entrance to the principal's office was located.
But while seeing the gargoyle, he also found two very conspicuous red marks in the corridor.
This "x" probably means a trap.
"Quirinas, don't waste your time—"
Quirrell lifted his foot over the mark and landed on the floor behind him.
"Ka—" a faint mechanical trigger sounded.
this touch,
this height,
Obviously stepped on a trap!
According to his many years of experience in teaching Muggle studies, the invisible object stepped on by his right foot is very likely to be a landmine that will explode when it is released.
"Master, is there anyone around here?"
"That little Mudblood did it—"
Quirrell quickly drew his wand from his pocket.
The entire corridor was silent, without any movement.
He pointed his wand at his right foot confidently.
There is magic, so what if you step on a mine?
"Bam—"
As soon as the alder wand was aimed, a bright yellow bullet shot out.
It's so hard to die, but it still hit the stick.
"Ah—" Quirrell stepped on the landmine with his right foot.
This wand, which had spent almost all his savings, was destroyed by the same person again.
"Wayne, is it you!"
He growled hysterically, "Come out! Come out if you have the ability!"
"Good evening, Professor Quirrell."
Vincent, who undid the illusion spell, was standing next to the gargoyle, holding the Enfield with the added scope in his hand.
"You really know all this!"
Quirrell once guessed that Snape and the person in front of him were in the same group, but the two sides had an undisguised campus war before, so they didn't continue to think about it.
Now it seems that they should all belong to Dumbledore.
"Not only me, but also them." Vincent stepped aside.
Five figures appeared on the cracked wall.
"Okay, very good." Quirrell squeezed the alder wand with unicorn hair exposed.
At this point, he doesn't need to continue pretending anymore.
"Master, I need your wand—"
After getting permission, his gaze began to wander between the six wands in front of him.
No matter who is in front of him, he must go in to find the Philosopher's Stone and completely get rid of Voldemort's control.
……
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