Chapter 116 There is a cat named Tom
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After dispelling all the black mist, Dumbledore noticed Quirrell who was falling down.
With a light finger of the elderberry wand, he landed firmly on the ground after slowing down.
"Professor, don't you want to go after him?" Vincent looked extremely anxious.
"He's out of Hogwarts' sensing range.
He is better than anyone at running away. "
"Voldemort—Voldemort?"
Dumbledore nodded appreciatively, "Flying away from death, this is the real meaning behind Voldemort's name."
With the strongest wizard that even the villains are afraid of, Vincent can finally feel relieved.
"I'm a little dizzy, Professor."
"It's a normal reaction to excessive blood loss."
"So it is." He weighed the Gryffindor sword in his hand, "Voldemort's reappearance should make the headlines of the newspaper, right?"
Dumbledore bent down helplessly, "I don't know, but I hope so."
"Why? He did come back."
"I know the character of Cornelius Fudge very well."
He picked up a wrinkled-skinned fledgling from the ashes, "He'll make sure to stop anything from shaking him."
Vincent inexplicably remembered a certain island country in his previous life.
If something goes wrong, cover it up as soon as possible, and when you can't handle it, you will bow at 90 degrees, and then say a private Masai affectionately.
If I remember correctly, the prime minister of this small country changed three times in two years before he was struck by lightning.
Dumbledore gently held Fox after Nirvana in his palm.
"Professor, is Anna okay?" Rove asked anxiously when Xiao Pao came up.
"Very refreshed." He stood up and winked at the twins and Cedric.
"Mr. Weasley, I appreciate your good attitude in the face of desperation—
Mr. Diggory, the courage you displayed made me think at one point that you should be sorted into Gryffindor. "
"Professor, do you know?" Vincent shivered.
"Not exactly." Dumbledore looked at the headmaster's office with a big hole underneath.
Hermione, who was squatting there, waved to them, indicating that she was all right.
"Um—I knew they were pretending to be asleep."
The effect of Vincent's perception potion has not disappeared, and he can keenly notice that several portraits have hurriedly closed their eyes.
It's just that there was no tip-off from the previous headmasters. Given the importance of the headmaster's office, Dumbledore must know what happened here.
No wonder they dare to let them deal with Quirrell, it turns out that everything is under control.
"Professor, can you come earlier next time?" Vincent curled his lips and simply sat on the stone pillar.
Dumbledore smiled and waved his elder wand.
"I remember a student once said that he would invent a spell called 'Professor Dumbledore Flying' before graduation."
"Did he succeed?"
"Unfortunately, he failed."
Vincent pouted, "He must not know you well enough."
Dumbledore didn't reply, just quietly watched the tower recover a little bit.
Fred and George glanced at each other, and then put on bad smiles, and looked at the little white badger next to them.
Cedric, who half understood, felt his scalp go numb, "You two, are you playing tricks on me?"
"No no."
The twins' denial only intensified his suspicions.
"Children, do you want to have a cup of hot tea before going back to rest?"
All five readily agreed to Dumbledore's invitation.
"Professor, what about Professor Quirrell?"
Quirrell, who was lying quietly on a bed, was still breathing very weakly.
"I put a ban on him, and he won't wake up until the people from the Ministry of Magic come."
They looked at the defense against the dark arts professor who had lost his hands and lower body but was still alive, and they all felt in their hearts Dumbledore's powerful magic power.
As soon as they stepped into the restored principal's office, several people heard the Sorting Hat's complaints.
"Ah—it's about to suffocate me!"
Hermione blushed and put it back on the shelf.
"Could it be that--"
The twins were stared at by her and stopped talking.
"Sit down, please." Dumbledore conjured seven chairs around the big table.
Vincent put the Gryffindor sword back on the shelf first.
"Mr. Hat, you are naughty~"
The sorting hat straightened its folds humanely, as if expressing a little emotion of pride.
Hermione, who saw this scene in her eyes, looked away, "Professor, is that person really that person?"
"Yes." Dumbledore didn't care that she didn't dare to call her by his first name.
In the wizarding world, not everyone has the courage to do so.
The name Voldemort was cast with tracking magic very early on.
Anyone who speaks out will be immediately known where they are.
In this regard, Vincent was not afraid at all.
He was in Hogwarts, and it was okay to know the location.
"Professor, you called him Tom just now?
Is this Voldemort's real name? "
Dumbledore waved out seven cups of hot tea, "Yes, he hates the name Tom very much."
Vincent thought of old Tom in the Broken Axe, and a blue and white British shorthair cat named Tom.
No wonder it had to be changed to a French name. With such a common name in the wizarding and Muggle circles, tracking magic would probably light up the entire world map.
He picked up the hot tea and took a sip, only to find that the dizziness in his brain was slowly disappearing.
This effect is even better than Buffy's brain refresher.
Seeing him take a sip, the five children also took a sip.
It's warm and comfortable.
"The elves are really good at their craftsmanship!"
"Oh, they didn't do this." Dumbledore didn't sway their curiosity, "I asked Severus to do these."
"Pfft—" the twins tilted their heads and spit out what they just drank.
The thing made by the old bat, are you sure there is no poison in it?
Vincent didn't react too much, but thought of Snape's identity as a master of potions.
This career seems to burn money, but it actually earns quite a lot.
There are so many giant eight-eyed spiders in the auditorium today, and the venom alone can probably be sold for ten to twenty thousand Galleons.
"Professor, I remembered that there are still important things to do!"
With a calm face, Dumbledore waved out a plate of delicate candies.
"Severus was very happy just now, and said he would send them back to the Forbidden Forest himself."
Even Hermione had a look of unhappiness on her face.
No wonder he was so kind, it turned out that he made a lot of money. .seven
Vincent drank the hot tea worth thousands of Galleons in one gulp.
Then he slumped on the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling with some absent-minded eyes.
If Quirrell did such a thing, he might have to squat to death in Azkaban.
He wondered if Snape would let his guard down,
He just knows that there are a lot of good things in the Batcave.
Seeing him suddenly sitting upright again, the twins smirked in unison at the same time.
Hermione knew that something else was about to happen.
Even Cedric and Rove, who had "simple" thoughts, vaguely realized something.
……
……
With a light finger of the elderberry wand, he landed firmly on the ground after slowing down.
"Professor, don't you want to go after him?" Vincent looked extremely anxious.
"He's out of Hogwarts' sensing range.
He is better than anyone at running away. "
"Voldemort—Voldemort?"
Dumbledore nodded appreciatively, "Flying away from death, this is the real meaning behind Voldemort's name."
With the strongest wizard that even the villains are afraid of, Vincent can finally feel relieved.
"I'm a little dizzy, Professor."
"It's a normal reaction to excessive blood loss."
"So it is." He weighed the Gryffindor sword in his hand, "Voldemort's reappearance should make the headlines of the newspaper, right?"
Dumbledore bent down helplessly, "I don't know, but I hope so."
"Why? He did come back."
"I know the character of Cornelius Fudge very well."
He picked up a wrinkled-skinned fledgling from the ashes, "He'll make sure to stop anything from shaking him."
Vincent inexplicably remembered a certain island country in his previous life.
If something goes wrong, cover it up as soon as possible, and when you can't handle it, you will bow at 90 degrees, and then say a private Masai affectionately.
If I remember correctly, the prime minister of this small country changed three times in two years before he was struck by lightning.
Dumbledore gently held Fox after Nirvana in his palm.
"Professor, is Anna okay?" Rove asked anxiously when Xiao Pao came up.
"Very refreshed." He stood up and winked at the twins and Cedric.
"Mr. Weasley, I appreciate your good attitude in the face of desperation—
Mr. Diggory, the courage you displayed made me think at one point that you should be sorted into Gryffindor. "
"Professor, do you know?" Vincent shivered.
"Not exactly." Dumbledore looked at the headmaster's office with a big hole underneath.
Hermione, who was squatting there, waved to them, indicating that she was all right.
"Um—I knew they were pretending to be asleep."
The effect of Vincent's perception potion has not disappeared, and he can keenly notice that several portraits have hurriedly closed their eyes.
It's just that there was no tip-off from the previous headmasters. Given the importance of the headmaster's office, Dumbledore must know what happened here.
No wonder they dare to let them deal with Quirrell, it turns out that everything is under control.
"Professor, can you come earlier next time?" Vincent curled his lips and simply sat on the stone pillar.
Dumbledore smiled and waved his elder wand.
"I remember a student once said that he would invent a spell called 'Professor Dumbledore Flying' before graduation."
"Did he succeed?"
"Unfortunately, he failed."
Vincent pouted, "He must not know you well enough."
Dumbledore didn't reply, just quietly watched the tower recover a little bit.
Fred and George glanced at each other, and then put on bad smiles, and looked at the little white badger next to them.
Cedric, who half understood, felt his scalp go numb, "You two, are you playing tricks on me?"
"No no."
The twins' denial only intensified his suspicions.
"Children, do you want to have a cup of hot tea before going back to rest?"
All five readily agreed to Dumbledore's invitation.
"Professor, what about Professor Quirrell?"
Quirrell, who was lying quietly on a bed, was still breathing very weakly.
"I put a ban on him, and he won't wake up until the people from the Ministry of Magic come."
They looked at the defense against the dark arts professor who had lost his hands and lower body but was still alive, and they all felt in their hearts Dumbledore's powerful magic power.
As soon as they stepped into the restored principal's office, several people heard the Sorting Hat's complaints.
"Ah—it's about to suffocate me!"
Hermione blushed and put it back on the shelf.
"Could it be that--"
The twins were stared at by her and stopped talking.
"Sit down, please." Dumbledore conjured seven chairs around the big table.
Vincent put the Gryffindor sword back on the shelf first.
"Mr. Hat, you are naughty~"
The sorting hat straightened its folds humanely, as if expressing a little emotion of pride.
Hermione, who saw this scene in her eyes, looked away, "Professor, is that person really that person?"
"Yes." Dumbledore didn't care that she didn't dare to call her by his first name.
In the wizarding world, not everyone has the courage to do so.
The name Voldemort was cast with tracking magic very early on.
Anyone who speaks out will be immediately known where they are.
In this regard, Vincent was not afraid at all.
He was in Hogwarts, and it was okay to know the location.
"Professor, you called him Tom just now?
Is this Voldemort's real name? "
Dumbledore waved out seven cups of hot tea, "Yes, he hates the name Tom very much."
Vincent thought of old Tom in the Broken Axe, and a blue and white British shorthair cat named Tom.
No wonder it had to be changed to a French name. With such a common name in the wizarding and Muggle circles, tracking magic would probably light up the entire world map.
He picked up the hot tea and took a sip, only to find that the dizziness in his brain was slowly disappearing.
This effect is even better than Buffy's brain refresher.
Seeing him take a sip, the five children also took a sip.
It's warm and comfortable.
"The elves are really good at their craftsmanship!"
"Oh, they didn't do this." Dumbledore didn't sway their curiosity, "I asked Severus to do these."
"Pfft—" the twins tilted their heads and spit out what they just drank.
The thing made by the old bat, are you sure there is no poison in it?
Vincent didn't react too much, but thought of Snape's identity as a master of potions.
This career seems to burn money, but it actually earns quite a lot.
There are so many giant eight-eyed spiders in the auditorium today, and the venom alone can probably be sold for ten to twenty thousand Galleons.
"Professor, I remembered that there are still important things to do!"
With a calm face, Dumbledore waved out a plate of delicate candies.
"Severus was very happy just now, and said he would send them back to the Forbidden Forest himself."
Even Hermione had a look of unhappiness on her face.
No wonder he was so kind, it turned out that he made a lot of money. .seven
Vincent drank the hot tea worth thousands of Galleons in one gulp.
Then he slumped on the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling with some absent-minded eyes.
If Quirrell did such a thing, he might have to squat to death in Azkaban.
He wondered if Snape would let his guard down,
He just knows that there are a lot of good things in the Batcave.
Seeing him suddenly sitting upright again, the twins smirked in unison at the same time.
Hermione knew that something else was about to happen.
Even Cedric and Rove, who had "simple" thoughts, vaguely realized something.
……
……
