Chapter 70 Quirrell's Miserable Experience
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The old bat in the Batcave is certainly not asleep now.
He has a habit of burying his head in a big face before going to bed every day.
The time is variable, sometimes three to five minutes, sometimes one or two hours.
Every time he leaves his face, his eyes become extra soft.
"Da da--"
No matter how soft the voice was, Snape came out of the memory.
Again and again, is there more and more?
Wearing black satin pajamas, he picked up his wand and pointed it directly at the door.
After the bang, Quirrell, who was looking for bottles and cans, was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
"Luminescence—"
Before the light came, he had already turned his trousers into a black cloak and covered his forehead.
Snape finally got what he wanted, seeing the true face of the mysterious man who dared to invade his office.
A black half-length cloak transformed by the advanced transformation technique;
the uncovered lower half of the face;
bare lower body;
And the crotch that exposed a section of purple cloth.
Seeing such a weird shape, Snape was obviously stunned for half a second.
But he is a qualified professor after all, and he raised the wand in his hand in an instant.
A beam of red light flashed and hit the dilapidated wooden cabinet full of precious herbs.
"Ow—"
As soon as Quirrell, who flew towards the door, landed on the floor, the wound on his body and right thigh caused him to let out a mournful howl.
Snape sneered, and drew a half-arc towards him with his wand-holding right hand.
The door frame seemed to be alive, and several chains were separated to wrap around it.
Quirrell, who was rolling and crawling on the ground, resisted the severe pain and missed them one by one with his hard alder wand.
"Tsk tsk, let me guess who you are—"
Snape walked out of the office with a cold face.
Draco once said that a certain lion cub in Gryffindor fought hard and was once the biggest suspect.
This man's wand is so hard, it's not alder or anything.
And those few strokes just now are consistent with some rumors.
"Wayne, you can't escape."
Just as he raised his wand high, Quirrell, who was leaning against the wall and walking forward, suddenly turned and stared at him.
"Don't kill him yet—"
Without the big face on the back of his head to remind him, Quirrell knew that Snape, who had a playful expression in front of him, was not the Batman who just shot him in the thigh.
"Disarm you—"
No longer panicking, he raised his wand slightly, and the curse that came to him dissipated in the air.
"Silent Curse? You're not Wayne!" Snape's face darkened again.
If a first-year student can really go against the sky like this, he, who has been a professor for more than ten years, would have no face to stay in school.
The price of this underestimation is the same spell cast by the alder wand.
"Bangdang-"
Snape who was beaten into the office, even if he got up and ran out immediately, he couldn't see the mysterious man again.
Looking at the scratched black satin pajamas on his body, he shook his long hair that was stuck together rather unwillingly.
There is no danger to these potions that are stained.
"Oh, it turned out to be injured."
His dark eyes looked at the dots of blood on the floor, "You can't escape, the guy who hides his head and shows his tail."
……
……
Vincent in the room on the fourth floor was looking thoughtfully at a giant monster that had passed out on the ground.
The plot that didn't appear in the movie made him realize two very scary things.
This paragraph has been deleted, is there anything else?
After this year is over, what should we do next year?
The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts changes every year, and I'm afraid there will be a villain appearing every year in the future.
"So the last one is about the resurrected bald socket man who came to Hogwarts to be a professor in person?"
He shivered, got up and opened the door.
"Hmm—" Holding the parchment, he stared at the smallest bottle in a daze.
The potion that can resist flames is definitely not something ordinary.
The last smoke bomb he took out of his pocket became exactly like this bottle.
For the sake of similarity, he also added some potion that was said to kill him if he drank it.
"Harry shouldn't have come in..."
Vincent, who was muttering to himself, suddenly appeared beside the trapdoor after drinking the potion for the return journey.
He squatted down in a daze, and poked his face towards the clod blocking the entrance.
"Hey, can you hear me?"
The three little wizards below who were still using the Transfiguration all turned around quickly.
"When did he disappear?"
"Who knows, he often appears like this."
Hermione kicked the clods of dirt with her foot in frustration.
She raised her little head and shouted upwards, "Did you walk in?"
"Yeah, I didn't know that drinking the potion would teleport me here."
The twins turned around at the same time, looking at the closed door.
"Don't think about it, getting out as soon as possible is the most important thing."
Hermione's reminder made them all understand that going there is not as fast as going out directly.
But both of them have secretly made up their minds that they must go inside and have a look if they have the chance.
After Vincent made the clod of soil into a size that could barely be squeezed in, he transformed his coat into a long rope with Transfiguration.
"Climb up quickly, I don't know when the three-headed dog next to me will wake up."
He said so, but after fixing the other end, he squatted in front of one of the big heads.
Quirrell had already used up the things he stole from Snape's office, so he probably had to get a word from Hagrid the next time he went in.
If you are unlucky, the potion outside is hit again, and you try to sneak in to steal the healing potion again...
If he had such injuries, he might not have packed his bags and left Hogwarts overnight.
Even if he doesn't leave, he will obediently become a professor in a short time.
"Hey, what are you thinking?" George, who was the first to climb up, patted him on the shoulder.
"I'm trying to figure out how to expose Quirrell."
"Oh, that's definitely a problem."
Tell Dumbledore about the matter, and Quirrell, who has a role in arranging the level, might bite back.
Not to mention extra points, it is possible to clear it directly.
When Fred and Hermione came up, they were all frowning together.
"Actually, it's not unrewarding, at least we all know that Quirrell has a problem."
Hermione pointed to the trapdoor, "The way he ran away in a hurry just now obviously didn't get what he wanted.
He will definitely stay at school until he gets it. "
"That's right." Vincent touched the big head in front of him, "As long as he is still pretending, we have countless ways to expose him."
George also stretched out his hand and touched it, "Fred and I have long wanted to tease him, but we didn't do it because we thought he was a little pitiful."
After Fred touched his hand, Hermione stretched out her little hand nervously.
"Well, it's quite comfortable to touch."
The four of them looked at each other and subconsciously stood up.
"How long will the medicine last?"
"Ghost knows, why don't you ask Quirrell?" Seven
"Don't be kidding, we have to go back quickly."
"Yes, Mrs. Catwoman!"
……
……
He has a habit of burying his head in a big face before going to bed every day.
The time is variable, sometimes three to five minutes, sometimes one or two hours.
Every time he leaves his face, his eyes become extra soft.
"Da da--"
No matter how soft the voice was, Snape came out of the memory.
Again and again, is there more and more?
Wearing black satin pajamas, he picked up his wand and pointed it directly at the door.
After the bang, Quirrell, who was looking for bottles and cans, was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
"Luminescence—"
Before the light came, he had already turned his trousers into a black cloak and covered his forehead.
Snape finally got what he wanted, seeing the true face of the mysterious man who dared to invade his office.
A black half-length cloak transformed by the advanced transformation technique;
the uncovered lower half of the face;
bare lower body;
And the crotch that exposed a section of purple cloth.
Seeing such a weird shape, Snape was obviously stunned for half a second.
But he is a qualified professor after all, and he raised the wand in his hand in an instant.
A beam of red light flashed and hit the dilapidated wooden cabinet full of precious herbs.
"Ow—"
As soon as Quirrell, who flew towards the door, landed on the floor, the wound on his body and right thigh caused him to let out a mournful howl.
Snape sneered, and drew a half-arc towards him with his wand-holding right hand.
The door frame seemed to be alive, and several chains were separated to wrap around it.
Quirrell, who was rolling and crawling on the ground, resisted the severe pain and missed them one by one with his hard alder wand.
"Tsk tsk, let me guess who you are—"
Snape walked out of the office with a cold face.
Draco once said that a certain lion cub in Gryffindor fought hard and was once the biggest suspect.
This man's wand is so hard, it's not alder or anything.
And those few strokes just now are consistent with some rumors.
"Wayne, you can't escape."
Just as he raised his wand high, Quirrell, who was leaning against the wall and walking forward, suddenly turned and stared at him.
"Don't kill him yet—"
Without the big face on the back of his head to remind him, Quirrell knew that Snape, who had a playful expression in front of him, was not the Batman who just shot him in the thigh.
"Disarm you—"
No longer panicking, he raised his wand slightly, and the curse that came to him dissipated in the air.
"Silent Curse? You're not Wayne!" Snape's face darkened again.
If a first-year student can really go against the sky like this, he, who has been a professor for more than ten years, would have no face to stay in school.
The price of this underestimation is the same spell cast by the alder wand.
"Bangdang-"
Snape who was beaten into the office, even if he got up and ran out immediately, he couldn't see the mysterious man again.
Looking at the scratched black satin pajamas on his body, he shook his long hair that was stuck together rather unwillingly.
There is no danger to these potions that are stained.
"Oh, it turned out to be injured."
His dark eyes looked at the dots of blood on the floor, "You can't escape, the guy who hides his head and shows his tail."
……
……
Vincent in the room on the fourth floor was looking thoughtfully at a giant monster that had passed out on the ground.
The plot that didn't appear in the movie made him realize two very scary things.
This paragraph has been deleted, is there anything else?
After this year is over, what should we do next year?
The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts changes every year, and I'm afraid there will be a villain appearing every year in the future.
"So the last one is about the resurrected bald socket man who came to Hogwarts to be a professor in person?"
He shivered, got up and opened the door.
"Hmm—" Holding the parchment, he stared at the smallest bottle in a daze.
The potion that can resist flames is definitely not something ordinary.
The last smoke bomb he took out of his pocket became exactly like this bottle.
For the sake of similarity, he also added some potion that was said to kill him if he drank it.
"Harry shouldn't have come in..."
Vincent, who was muttering to himself, suddenly appeared beside the trapdoor after drinking the potion for the return journey.
He squatted down in a daze, and poked his face towards the clod blocking the entrance.
"Hey, can you hear me?"
The three little wizards below who were still using the Transfiguration all turned around quickly.
"When did he disappear?"
"Who knows, he often appears like this."
Hermione kicked the clods of dirt with her foot in frustration.
She raised her little head and shouted upwards, "Did you walk in?"
"Yeah, I didn't know that drinking the potion would teleport me here."
The twins turned around at the same time, looking at the closed door.
"Don't think about it, getting out as soon as possible is the most important thing."
Hermione's reminder made them all understand that going there is not as fast as going out directly.
But both of them have secretly made up their minds that they must go inside and have a look if they have the chance.
After Vincent made the clod of soil into a size that could barely be squeezed in, he transformed his coat into a long rope with Transfiguration.
"Climb up quickly, I don't know when the three-headed dog next to me will wake up."
He said so, but after fixing the other end, he squatted in front of one of the big heads.
Quirrell had already used up the things he stole from Snape's office, so he probably had to get a word from Hagrid the next time he went in.
If you are unlucky, the potion outside is hit again, and you try to sneak in to steal the healing potion again...
If he had such injuries, he might not have packed his bags and left Hogwarts overnight.
Even if he doesn't leave, he will obediently become a professor in a short time.
"Hey, what are you thinking?" George, who was the first to climb up, patted him on the shoulder.
"I'm trying to figure out how to expose Quirrell."
"Oh, that's definitely a problem."
Tell Dumbledore about the matter, and Quirrell, who has a role in arranging the level, might bite back.
Not to mention extra points, it is possible to clear it directly.
When Fred and Hermione came up, they were all frowning together.
"Actually, it's not unrewarding, at least we all know that Quirrell has a problem."
Hermione pointed to the trapdoor, "The way he ran away in a hurry just now obviously didn't get what he wanted.
He will definitely stay at school until he gets it. "
"That's right." Vincent touched the big head in front of him, "As long as he is still pretending, we have countless ways to expose him."
George also stretched out his hand and touched it, "Fred and I have long wanted to tease him, but we didn't do it because we thought he was a little pitiful."
After Fred touched his hand, Hermione stretched out her little hand nervously.
"Well, it's quite comfortable to touch."
The four of them looked at each other and subconsciously stood up.
"How long will the medicine last?"
"Ghost knows, why don't you ask Quirrell?" Seven
"Don't be kidding, we have to go back quickly."
"Yes, Mrs. Catwoman!"
……
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