Chapter 302 Quirrell escaped from prison again?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After saying goodbye to Vincent who was filling the grass, Johansson politely refused McGonagall's reminiscence and left Hogwarts.
He saw a lot and thought a lot.
Popularity, fame, potential.
He believed that Mr. Ollerton would make the right choice, just as he believed that Sweep would beat Nimbus and Comet to become the largest broom company in Europe.
It took almost a whole day for the potholed grass of the stadium to be finally filled.
But some things can be restored, and some things can't.
For example, Hermione's burnt hair, and Ron's wand that has been completely scrapped.
"No, my mother will kill me!"
Harry lay on the bed trembling slightly.
If there is another roaring letter, I believe that even if Molly doesn't take him back, he will definitely become more self-defeating.
"You can't keep using this wand, can you?"
"I'm humiliated enough, Harry." Ron recalled how he had felt during the day when he kept spitting out slugs.
"This is my nightmare, I just wish people were more interested in Malfoy's pictures."
Harry wanted to comfort him, but didn't know what to say.
The Malfoy family is rich and powerful, and no one would dare to say anything about the photo in a few days.
"By the way, we can ask Colin for a photo!" Ron got up and put on his slippers.
"It's too late, why don't we go tomorrow."
He pulled Harry up, "It's too late tomorrow!
Colin was as timid as Neville, he might ruin the film after a few words of intimidation! "
"Okay." Harry put on his glasses and stumbled out of the dormitory being dragged by him.
Colin was still dazed when he was woken up, "I don't have the negatives I took today."
"where is it?"
"Professor Lockhart took it. He said he would publish the photo in the newspaper."
Both Harry and Ron turned their necks stiffly.
"Couldn't he be trying to promote the fact that he made Malfoy's bones disappear?"
"I don't think a picture like this would be in a newspaper."
"Thank you, Colin." Harry and Ron ran back to the bedroom.
"We still have time!"
"Yes, as long as we're quiet."
With an invisibility cloak, both of them disappeared.
……
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The six little ones in the kitchen were full and were about to "take a walk" in the Slytherin dormitory when they found two names moving on the Marauder's Map.
"What do they want?" George stared at the footprints of the two.
"You're hungry." Vincent didn't pay much attention to this matter.
With the Deathly Hallows, the invisibility cloak, as long as he didn't go to Snape's camp, the possibility of being discovered was almost zero.
Hermione, with her hair cut short, was less optimistic than he.
Almost zero but not equal to zero.
She was also staring at the map until two strings of small footprints came to the corridor on the third floor.
"Third floor? I think Lockhart's office is there."
George joked: "As expected of Miss Know-It-All, she even has information about the new professor."
Hermione blushed slightly, and stared viciously, "I admit that I was blind before, but can you please stop mentioning this!"
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it." George immediately raised his hand and surrendered.
Fred smoothed things over with a smile, "Don't mention her, there are not a few blind witches in the world's magic world."
"Like mom?"
"Correct!"
Hermione pouted.
Her mother was the same as her.
"And the Ministry of Magic!"
"The Wizengamot~"
"Finally, there is our Minister Fudge~"
The twins teased a few words, and she was no longer angry in her heart.
Cedric suddenly pointed to the map, "Look, they're entering Lockhart's office!"
Vincent straightened up in an instant, leaned on Rove's shoulder and looked down.
"Is this—is it learning from us?"
"Investigate Lockhart?" Hermione shook her head, "I don't think they are doing it for everyone."
Then it's only a private matter, and it can only be a private matter.
"going or not?"
"Of course I'm going!"
Third floor, Lockhart's office.
With the help of the light from the tip of Harry's wand, Ron almost threw up when he saw the pictures on the wall.
Maybe the slug didn't spit it out, but those close-up headshots are really disgusting.
"Hush—" Harry pointed to the locked door.
Ron nodded and walked to the desk with him.
After opening the drawer, there were indeed two film rolls inside.
Harry had just picked up the film when his hand suddenly let go.
"clatter--"
Ron hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
"Didn't you hear that voice?"
"Hush—" He glanced at the door, "I didn't hear anything."
Just when Harry thought it was an auditory hallucination just now, the creepy, suffocating, cold and vicious voice appeared again.
"Come... come here... let me tear... you... tear you... kill you..."
He was shocked and covered his mouth tightly.
Ron leaned closer, "What's the matter with you? We have to go back."
Harry tapped his chin and nervously walked back the same way step by step.
He didn't feel nervous until he closed the door.
Because that voice is still there, as if speaking from beside the ear.
"I'll have to cut mine out." Ron was in a great mood.
Harry is the complete opposite.
"You're bound to believe me, aren't you?"
Ron remembered the outing to the Forbidden Forest last term.
Shadows only Harry could see, voices only Harry could hear...
"Guliu—" He inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.
"Harry, could it be--it was Quirrell--"
"I don't know, but that sound is scary."
According to Dumbledore's explanation last semester, Quirrell, who was disguised by Snape, escaped from Azkaban because he was possessed by Voldemort again.
"Let's go back first." Ron put the film in his pocket, "I always feel that this place is scary."
The higher you go, the weaker the sound becomes.
When it came to the fifth floor, it was so small that Harry couldn't hear it at all.
"Thank goodness—" he breathed a sigh of relief, "Could it be that Lockhart installed those voices in the office?"
"It's possible." Ron said the password to the fat lady with a black face.
Night tours are wrong, but she opened the door anyway.
"I heard from Fred and George that Draco arranged a lot of magic props in his bedroom."
Mentioning this made Harry feel much better.
Although there is no evidence, the twins must have invaded the Slytherin dormitory and tricked them many times.
Not long after they entered, six small figures suddenly appeared in the empty corridor outside.
Fred held the invisibility cloak and looked at Hermione who lifted the disillusionment spell.
"Merlin's big pants, when did you learn it?"
"summer vacation."
Suddenly both he and George felt a bit of a toothache.
After Vincent, Hermione also fully learned the Disillusionment Charm.
"He didn't secretly make up lessons for you?"
"No."
The twins believed it thoroughly.
With the two of them, the rise of Gryffindor is inevitable.
……
……
He saw a lot and thought a lot.
Popularity, fame, potential.
He believed that Mr. Ollerton would make the right choice, just as he believed that Sweep would beat Nimbus and Comet to become the largest broom company in Europe.
It took almost a whole day for the potholed grass of the stadium to be finally filled.
But some things can be restored, and some things can't.
For example, Hermione's burnt hair, and Ron's wand that has been completely scrapped.
"No, my mother will kill me!"
Harry lay on the bed trembling slightly.
If there is another roaring letter, I believe that even if Molly doesn't take him back, he will definitely become more self-defeating.
"You can't keep using this wand, can you?"
"I'm humiliated enough, Harry." Ron recalled how he had felt during the day when he kept spitting out slugs.
"This is my nightmare, I just wish people were more interested in Malfoy's pictures."
Harry wanted to comfort him, but didn't know what to say.
The Malfoy family is rich and powerful, and no one would dare to say anything about the photo in a few days.
"By the way, we can ask Colin for a photo!" Ron got up and put on his slippers.
"It's too late, why don't we go tomorrow."
He pulled Harry up, "It's too late tomorrow!
Colin was as timid as Neville, he might ruin the film after a few words of intimidation! "
"Okay." Harry put on his glasses and stumbled out of the dormitory being dragged by him.
Colin was still dazed when he was woken up, "I don't have the negatives I took today."
"where is it?"
"Professor Lockhart took it. He said he would publish the photo in the newspaper."
Both Harry and Ron turned their necks stiffly.
"Couldn't he be trying to promote the fact that he made Malfoy's bones disappear?"
"I don't think a picture like this would be in a newspaper."
"Thank you, Colin." Harry and Ron ran back to the bedroom.
"We still have time!"
"Yes, as long as we're quiet."
With an invisibility cloak, both of them disappeared.
……
……
The six little ones in the kitchen were full and were about to "take a walk" in the Slytherin dormitory when they found two names moving on the Marauder's Map.
"What do they want?" George stared at the footprints of the two.
"You're hungry." Vincent didn't pay much attention to this matter.
With the Deathly Hallows, the invisibility cloak, as long as he didn't go to Snape's camp, the possibility of being discovered was almost zero.
Hermione, with her hair cut short, was less optimistic than he.
Almost zero but not equal to zero.
She was also staring at the map until two strings of small footprints came to the corridor on the third floor.
"Third floor? I think Lockhart's office is there."
George joked: "As expected of Miss Know-It-All, she even has information about the new professor."
Hermione blushed slightly, and stared viciously, "I admit that I was blind before, but can you please stop mentioning this!"
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it." George immediately raised his hand and surrendered.
Fred smoothed things over with a smile, "Don't mention her, there are not a few blind witches in the world's magic world."
"Like mom?"
"Correct!"
Hermione pouted.
Her mother was the same as her.
"And the Ministry of Magic!"
"The Wizengamot~"
"Finally, there is our Minister Fudge~"
The twins teased a few words, and she was no longer angry in her heart.
Cedric suddenly pointed to the map, "Look, they're entering Lockhart's office!"
Vincent straightened up in an instant, leaned on Rove's shoulder and looked down.
"Is this—is it learning from us?"
"Investigate Lockhart?" Hermione shook her head, "I don't think they are doing it for everyone."
Then it's only a private matter, and it can only be a private matter.
"going or not?"
"Of course I'm going!"
Third floor, Lockhart's office.
With the help of the light from the tip of Harry's wand, Ron almost threw up when he saw the pictures on the wall.
Maybe the slug didn't spit it out, but those close-up headshots are really disgusting.
"Hush—" Harry pointed to the locked door.
Ron nodded and walked to the desk with him.
After opening the drawer, there were indeed two film rolls inside.
Harry had just picked up the film when his hand suddenly let go.
"clatter--"
Ron hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
"Didn't you hear that voice?"
"Hush—" He glanced at the door, "I didn't hear anything."
Just when Harry thought it was an auditory hallucination just now, the creepy, suffocating, cold and vicious voice appeared again.
"Come... come here... let me tear... you... tear you... kill you..."
He was shocked and covered his mouth tightly.
Ron leaned closer, "What's the matter with you? We have to go back."
Harry tapped his chin and nervously walked back the same way step by step.
He didn't feel nervous until he closed the door.
Because that voice is still there, as if speaking from beside the ear.
"I'll have to cut mine out." Ron was in a great mood.
Harry is the complete opposite.
"You're bound to believe me, aren't you?"
Ron remembered the outing to the Forbidden Forest last term.
Shadows only Harry could see, voices only Harry could hear...
"Guliu—" He inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.
"Harry, could it be--it was Quirrell--"
"I don't know, but that sound is scary."
According to Dumbledore's explanation last semester, Quirrell, who was disguised by Snape, escaped from Azkaban because he was possessed by Voldemort again.
"Let's go back first." Ron put the film in his pocket, "I always feel that this place is scary."
The higher you go, the weaker the sound becomes.
When it came to the fifth floor, it was so small that Harry couldn't hear it at all.
"Thank goodness—" he breathed a sigh of relief, "Could it be that Lockhart installed those voices in the office?"
"It's possible." Ron said the password to the fat lady with a black face.
Night tours are wrong, but she opened the door anyway.
"I heard from Fred and George that Draco arranged a lot of magic props in his bedroom."
Mentioning this made Harry feel much better.
Although there is no evidence, the twins must have invaded the Slytherin dormitory and tricked them many times.
Not long after they entered, six small figures suddenly appeared in the empty corridor outside.
Fred held the invisibility cloak and looked at Hermione who lifted the disillusionment spell.
"Merlin's big pants, when did you learn it?"
"summer vacation."
Suddenly both he and George felt a bit of a toothache.
After Vincent, Hermione also fully learned the Disillusionment Charm.
"He didn't secretly make up lessons for you?"
"No."
The twins believed it thoroughly.
With the two of them, the rise of Gryffindor is inevitable.
……
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