Chapter 91 Count Voldemort?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Quirrell is Dumbledore's student, even if there are problems, it's okay to give him multiple chances.
But the reason Vincent played dumb was that Voldemort hadn't been noticed yet.
Be suspicious, it's no wonder Quirrell from the first movie survived the end of the school year.
Dumbledore was not angry when he saw that he was still playing stupid.
"Vincent, I hope you understand."
Hermione clutched her notebook in confusion.
She looked to the side, as if asking something.
Vincent shook his head lightly, "Professor, he has a stronger body, one that cannot be marked."
"So that's it..." Dumbledore muttered in a low voice.
As if he had made up his mind, he reached out and picked up another piece of candy.
"Actually, the taste is really good, are you sure you don't want to try it?"
"Okay." With a stinky face, Vincent quickly picked up the candy from the plate and swallowed it.
Dumbledore put it in his mouth happily, "The process is also very important."
"As long as I swallow it fast enough, the sour taste doesn't bother me."
Hermione couldn't understand again.
It seems that one of them values the process, and the other only cares about the result?
Or one who doesn't want to give up tasting candy and one who just wants a quick fix?
She held her little head in both hands, looking at the seemingly incompatible but unexpectedly harmonious way of getting along between the old and the young.
"Professor, can we begin?"
"Oh, sorry." Dumbledore seemed unaware of the impatience on the other side, "I'm getting older and talk a little too much."
Vincent rolled his eyes, "Professor, I still have Quidditch training later."
"Then let's get started."
In the morning, Dumbledore's data also came out.
As expected, he was indeed the strongest wizard in the world, and he was able to go far beyond the theoretical limit of Transfiguration, reaching a terrifying level of sixteen times.
Vincent looked eagerly at the same fifteen-inch wand in his hand again.
"Professor, is it elderberry?"
"Yes." Dumbledore tightened his wand tightly.
Elderberry, which brings great misfortune to own, belongs to the rarest wand wood, and Vincent is of course very interested.
It is trickier to wield than other wands, but powerful enough to disdain the company of masters who are no better than the rest.
There are almost no elderberry wands used by wizards in the wizarding world, and Dumbledore actually has one.
And it is used very conveniently, and it is not like the rumors that it will bring misfortune.
"Professor, I'll see you next week." Vincent walked out of the principal's office with his mouth flattened.
"Sorry, Professor." Hermione apologized obediently, "He's not usually like this."
Dumbledore waved his hand without hesitation, "I know a child's curiosity, and I know he won't try anything really dangerous."
"You mean..."
"See you next week, Miss Granger."
Hermione shivered, and then walked out of the headmaster's room.
"I'm suffocating." Phineas opened his eyes, "Albus, you should see it?"
Dumbledore put the elder wand on the table, "Brave, clever, kind, ambitious—
The kid has them all, and makes no secret of his distaste for me. "
Phineas smacked his lips, "Seriously, if he hadn't been Muggle-born, I would have liked him a lot."
"But no one will like you." Amando mocked, "If he was born in your time, you would have been pissed off."
"Are you going to fight?"
"Anytime."
Dumbledore sat down quickly and picked up the little saucer.
Seeing the wonderful moment, he will clap his hands and applaud.
This look of watching the excitement is not a big deal, and the portraits of the vice principals next door all closed their eyes.
The most unscrupulous headmaster at Hogwarts is Dumbledore who is now cheering on both sides.
……
……
A sullen Vincent walked ahead, followed by a bewildered Hermione.
"Hey, don't be angry, the professor is not stingy for not letting you touch his wand."
"He is just stingy, and he doesn't even give benefits."
Hermione's face was full of absurdity, "The Owl Club has been established, and you are not the one who has benefited the most."
"Anyway, the more I think about it, the more I suffer."
Vincent returned to the common room and beat the big sandbag again.
Hermione, whose eyelids were twitching wildly, took a small step back, "I think the professor is right. Since the result is doomed, let's just enjoy the process."
"I don't think it's enjoyment at all." He knocked the whole sandbag away.
Dumbledore's idea is very simple, that is to expose Quirrell's true colors.
But this process cannot be simple and rude, but it is best for students to grow.
The most important one is, of course, the well-known figure in the wizarding world, the savior Mr. Harry Potter.
The reason for Vincent's reluctance is also very simple. Quirrell does not have Voldemort standing behind him, but Voldemort grows on the back of his head.
Surely Quirrell hadn't stripped naked for inspection that night!
It can only be said that Voldemort is so capable that he can get past under his nose.
"Wouldn't it be nice to be together?" Hermione picked up the beanbag with suffocation, "The professor now defaults to our night tour."
"Oh, it's pretty good."
Vincent, who was the only insider, smiled reluctantly.
Voldemort, the wizarding world can stop the existence of children crying.
He Dehe Neng, a young wizard who has just entered school, can actually plot against such a big boss. .seven
"Let's mess it up."
"Bad?" Hermione threw the sandbag at his feet. "What does that mean?"
Vincent carried it and stepped on the chair, "At the end of the semester, we will definitely get extra points. Why don't we compete like Slytherin."
"And let everyone reveal the identity of the mysterious person?"
"No, simply because I don't want to work hard."
The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched violently.
He hung up the beanbag and jumped down, "Do you think we should cast a curse on Quirrell?"
"We will become perpetrators."
"What if we all work together?"
Thinking of the so-called herd effect, she suddenly began to sympathize with Quirrell.
A well-behaved professor is inappropriate, so he must be a thief;
It's not good to stare at anything, you have to stare at the Philosopher's Stone;
It’s okay to steal it in Gringotts, but if you can’t steal it, you have to continue to steal it in Hogwarts;
It's not good to be discovered by anyone, but Vincent, who is well versed in campus bullying, must find out.
Quirrell is too miserable, it is estimated that he will go crazy sooner or later.
"Huh?!" Hermione thought about it carefully, and found that the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts might really be cursed.
Looking at Vincent, who was full of displeasure, and beat the sandbag again, she knew that the curse had been fully fulfilled.
"Did you quarrel?" The twins came back from get out of class with question marks all over their heads.
"No, he..."
After whispering a rough idea, Hermione immediately regretted it.
These two lawless masters will definitely agree with Vincent's idea.
"May Merlin bless Professor Quirrell—"
With a faint sigh, she joined the discussion among the three of them.
……
……
But the reason Vincent played dumb was that Voldemort hadn't been noticed yet.
Be suspicious, it's no wonder Quirrell from the first movie survived the end of the school year.
Dumbledore was not angry when he saw that he was still playing stupid.
"Vincent, I hope you understand."
Hermione clutched her notebook in confusion.
She looked to the side, as if asking something.
Vincent shook his head lightly, "Professor, he has a stronger body, one that cannot be marked."
"So that's it..." Dumbledore muttered in a low voice.
As if he had made up his mind, he reached out and picked up another piece of candy.
"Actually, the taste is really good, are you sure you don't want to try it?"
"Okay." With a stinky face, Vincent quickly picked up the candy from the plate and swallowed it.
Dumbledore put it in his mouth happily, "The process is also very important."
"As long as I swallow it fast enough, the sour taste doesn't bother me."
Hermione couldn't understand again.
It seems that one of them values the process, and the other only cares about the result?
Or one who doesn't want to give up tasting candy and one who just wants a quick fix?
She held her little head in both hands, looking at the seemingly incompatible but unexpectedly harmonious way of getting along between the old and the young.
"Professor, can we begin?"
"Oh, sorry." Dumbledore seemed unaware of the impatience on the other side, "I'm getting older and talk a little too much."
Vincent rolled his eyes, "Professor, I still have Quidditch training later."
"Then let's get started."
In the morning, Dumbledore's data also came out.
As expected, he was indeed the strongest wizard in the world, and he was able to go far beyond the theoretical limit of Transfiguration, reaching a terrifying level of sixteen times.
Vincent looked eagerly at the same fifteen-inch wand in his hand again.
"Professor, is it elderberry?"
"Yes." Dumbledore tightened his wand tightly.
Elderberry, which brings great misfortune to own, belongs to the rarest wand wood, and Vincent is of course very interested.
It is trickier to wield than other wands, but powerful enough to disdain the company of masters who are no better than the rest.
There are almost no elderberry wands used by wizards in the wizarding world, and Dumbledore actually has one.
And it is used very conveniently, and it is not like the rumors that it will bring misfortune.
"Professor, I'll see you next week." Vincent walked out of the principal's office with his mouth flattened.
"Sorry, Professor." Hermione apologized obediently, "He's not usually like this."
Dumbledore waved his hand without hesitation, "I know a child's curiosity, and I know he won't try anything really dangerous."
"You mean..."
"See you next week, Miss Granger."
Hermione shivered, and then walked out of the headmaster's room.
"I'm suffocating." Phineas opened his eyes, "Albus, you should see it?"
Dumbledore put the elder wand on the table, "Brave, clever, kind, ambitious—
The kid has them all, and makes no secret of his distaste for me. "
Phineas smacked his lips, "Seriously, if he hadn't been Muggle-born, I would have liked him a lot."
"But no one will like you." Amando mocked, "If he was born in your time, you would have been pissed off."
"Are you going to fight?"
"Anytime."
Dumbledore sat down quickly and picked up the little saucer.
Seeing the wonderful moment, he will clap his hands and applaud.
This look of watching the excitement is not a big deal, and the portraits of the vice principals next door all closed their eyes.
The most unscrupulous headmaster at Hogwarts is Dumbledore who is now cheering on both sides.
……
……
A sullen Vincent walked ahead, followed by a bewildered Hermione.
"Hey, don't be angry, the professor is not stingy for not letting you touch his wand."
"He is just stingy, and he doesn't even give benefits."
Hermione's face was full of absurdity, "The Owl Club has been established, and you are not the one who has benefited the most."
"Anyway, the more I think about it, the more I suffer."
Vincent returned to the common room and beat the big sandbag again.
Hermione, whose eyelids were twitching wildly, took a small step back, "I think the professor is right. Since the result is doomed, let's just enjoy the process."
"I don't think it's enjoyment at all." He knocked the whole sandbag away.
Dumbledore's idea is very simple, that is to expose Quirrell's true colors.
But this process cannot be simple and rude, but it is best for students to grow.
The most important one is, of course, the well-known figure in the wizarding world, the savior Mr. Harry Potter.
The reason for Vincent's reluctance is also very simple. Quirrell does not have Voldemort standing behind him, but Voldemort grows on the back of his head.
Surely Quirrell hadn't stripped naked for inspection that night!
It can only be said that Voldemort is so capable that he can get past under his nose.
"Wouldn't it be nice to be together?" Hermione picked up the beanbag with suffocation, "The professor now defaults to our night tour."
"Oh, it's pretty good."
Vincent, who was the only insider, smiled reluctantly.
Voldemort, the wizarding world can stop the existence of children crying.
He Dehe Neng, a young wizard who has just entered school, can actually plot against such a big boss. .seven
"Let's mess it up."
"Bad?" Hermione threw the sandbag at his feet. "What does that mean?"
Vincent carried it and stepped on the chair, "At the end of the semester, we will definitely get extra points. Why don't we compete like Slytherin."
"And let everyone reveal the identity of the mysterious person?"
"No, simply because I don't want to work hard."
The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched violently.
He hung up the beanbag and jumped down, "Do you think we should cast a curse on Quirrell?"
"We will become perpetrators."
"What if we all work together?"
Thinking of the so-called herd effect, she suddenly began to sympathize with Quirrell.
A well-behaved professor is inappropriate, so he must be a thief;
It's not good to stare at anything, you have to stare at the Philosopher's Stone;
It’s okay to steal it in Gringotts, but if you can’t steal it, you have to continue to steal it in Hogwarts;
It's not good to be discovered by anyone, but Vincent, who is well versed in campus bullying, must find out.
Quirrell is too miserable, it is estimated that he will go crazy sooner or later.
"Huh?!" Hermione thought about it carefully, and found that the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts might really be cursed.
Looking at Vincent, who was full of displeasure, and beat the sandbag again, she knew that the curse had been fully fulfilled.
"Did you quarrel?" The twins came back from get out of class with question marks all over their heads.
"No, he..."
After whispering a rough idea, Hermione immediately regretted it.
These two lawless masters will definitely agree with Vincent's idea.
"May Merlin bless Professor Quirrell—"
With a faint sigh, she joined the discussion among the three of them.
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