Chapter 96 Rolf Scamander
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Qing Mo Da Xian
There are many people who meet the conditions of famous people, good character and learning, and there is no need to hang on the little sapling Harry.
Dumbledore probably never dreamed that a certain pair of greedy little badgers would actually be photographed.
After all, he was going to face Voldemort. The ghost knows whether Quirrell can turn gray after the body transformation.
Vincent would not gamble on unreal odds.
He never did anything he wasn't sure about.
"Professor Quirrell?"
Cedric suddenly realized: "No wonder he always pretended to be like that before!"
Rove swallowed the food in his mouth, "What's the reason?
He's not going to give a second class to all of us, is he? "
Both the twins and Hermione stopped what they were doing, and looked at Vincent in disbelief.
If this excuse is used, Quirrell can indeed go back again.
"Too many coincidences, and we were the ones messing with Slytherins.
Quirrell went to Snape's office, guess why he went there? "
The amount of information was a bit large, and it was difficult for Cedric and Rove to digest it for a while.
If you think about it seriously, if Professor Quirrell came for real, it would be because the four houses invaded together.
And the smiling and kind Vincent...
"Aren't you afraid we'll tell Slytherin?"
"Don't be afraid, I can say that I am bragging."
"Snape would have believed it, wouldn't he?"
"Maybe he knows, otherwise why did he have to target us Gryffindor."
Both Cedric and Rove's throats rolled unconsciously.
The old bat's unreasonable targeting may really be aimed at this point.
But what about before?
"Who knows, I'll ask another day~"
The corners of Vincent's mouth raised slightly with his hands spread out, "We intend to expose Quirrell, are you interested?"
"No—" Cedric was covered by Rove.
"Of course we have!"
When the other party let go of his hand, he suddenly remembered the previous 90 points.
I thought it was a lie to win the game, but now it doesn't seem to be the case.
With this precedent, Quirrell is simply a walking academy.
But Cedric is still very Buddhist, "We are more interested in Quirrell's real purpose."
The twins blinked their big eyes, looking at the two little badgers very unnaturally.
"Ahem——" Rove cleared his throat, "Hufflepuff doesn't like fighting, but it doesn't mean that he will really give up the House Cup."
After being stared at by the pair of big eyes for a moment, he suddenly raised his hands helplessly, "Okay, I surrender."
Who said that the little badgers are all honest and honest?
Vincent didn't believe it, Hermione didn't believe it, Fred and George didn't believe it.
"By the way, when will your club be officially established?"
Cedric changed the subject, "Both Rove and I have decided to join."
"It's Halloween, I'll ask the professor after class tomorrow."
"Ah? Can you enter and exit the principal's office?"
"Er—Professor Dumbledore should be the first to discover that Quirrell has a problem."
Rove suddenly began to sympathize with Vincent.
His grandfather and grandmother had warned him more than once to be careful with Dumbledore.
Now he understands.
"what's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
Rove shook his head and looked away, "So why did Quirrell go to Snape's office?"
"Remember the July 7st newspaper?"
Cedric hesitated, "Is it the day you appeared in the newspaper?"
"Yes." Vincent told the two about the whole thing.
"So why did he go get the Sorcerer's Stone?"
"I don't know that."
Quirrell has been performing well before, how did he become like this after a trip to Albania?
And Nicole Flamel's Sorcerer's Stone, why is it here at Hogwarts?
Although there are still doubts that have not been solved, Cedric and Rove agree with his statement.
The reason was that Vincent was very sincere, ignoring the three pairs of winking eyes, and told the whole story.
"Oh, we can still track Quirrell's location."
The slightly excited reactions of the twins and Hermione further proved this point.
Rove asked an irrelevant question.
That is the smoke of the Forbidden Forest, whether it is still there or not.
"Well--"
Being stared at by four pairs of big eyes again, he was a little aggrieved, "You know what my grandfather did before, right?
As his grandson, I have an obligation to keep them safe! "
As soon as he finished speaking, a thin green branch protruded from his neckline.
"..."
"Is that a Bowtruckle?"
He took it out generously, "The little guy has held it in for too long, he probably wants to get some fresh air."
A palm-sized Bowtruckle stepped on the table, blinking its small brown eyes.
Just as Vincent stretched out his hand, it also stretched out a sharp finger.
"I think it should be hungry." He touched it lightly, and then looked at Rove who took out a small box.
"It seems to be true, how do you know?"
"It feels like this." Vincent smiled at it, "Does the little guy have a name?"
"I haven't had time to pick it up yet." Rove handed over the small box.
"Groot?" Vincent opened the box and took out a dried wood turtle from it.
The Bowtruckle extended his fingers and curled them up to his mouth.
Rove nodded, "It's a pretty good name."
Cedric laughed dryly, "Shouldn't the point be that we haven't had time to pick a name yet?
Rove, did you 'coincidentally' pass by the Forbidden Forest, and you 'coincidentally' brought back a Bowtruckle? "
"No way." Rove didn't dare to meet his gaze, "I passed by the Whomping Willow, and this little guy just fell from it."
This time it was five pairs of big eyes.
Within three seconds, he surrendered, "Well, I really just wanted to try keeping bowtruckles.
My dream, like my grandfather's, is to become an excellent magizoologist, so—
By the way, can you stop looking at me like that? "
"It's a nice dream."
"I support you."
"Do you want to go to the Forbidden Forest together some other day?"
"Don't be afraid, we have a way to avoid Hagrid."
"Actually, I want one too."
Rove pouted, and picked up a small piece of artichoke with a fork.
"Do you really have a way to avoid Hagrid?"
"Of course." George smirked and took out the Marauder's Map.
"I solemnly swear that I will do no wrong—"
The two little badgers who hadn't eaten a few bites were suddenly shocked.
With this map that can monitor the entire Hogwarts castle, it's no wonder that the four of them can find all kinds of anomalies in Quirrell.
"Wait to go to the Forbidden Forest?" Rove believed in what Vincent said just now.
The same is true for Cedric, "Double-Face is a pretty good name."
He looked up curiously, "So, what did you name Quirrell's?
Could it be that funny turban? "
"correct!"
Vincent took out another dried wood turtle, "I'm actually curious why he wraps a long scarf around his head every day."
When Rove saw Groot rolling it up again, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
There is an exceptionally noble owl in Hogwarts. It is said that the reason why it becomes fat and round is because of the boy in front of him who does not intend to stop feeding.
……
……
Dumbledore probably never dreamed that a certain pair of greedy little badgers would actually be photographed.
After all, he was going to face Voldemort. The ghost knows whether Quirrell can turn gray after the body transformation.
Vincent would not gamble on unreal odds.
He never did anything he wasn't sure about.
"Professor Quirrell?"
Cedric suddenly realized: "No wonder he always pretended to be like that before!"
Rove swallowed the food in his mouth, "What's the reason?
He's not going to give a second class to all of us, is he? "
Both the twins and Hermione stopped what they were doing, and looked at Vincent in disbelief.
If this excuse is used, Quirrell can indeed go back again.
"Too many coincidences, and we were the ones messing with Slytherins.
Quirrell went to Snape's office, guess why he went there? "
The amount of information was a bit large, and it was difficult for Cedric and Rove to digest it for a while.
If you think about it seriously, if Professor Quirrell came for real, it would be because the four houses invaded together.
And the smiling and kind Vincent...
"Aren't you afraid we'll tell Slytherin?"
"Don't be afraid, I can say that I am bragging."
"Snape would have believed it, wouldn't he?"
"Maybe he knows, otherwise why did he have to target us Gryffindor."
Both Cedric and Rove's throats rolled unconsciously.
The old bat's unreasonable targeting may really be aimed at this point.
But what about before?
"Who knows, I'll ask another day~"
The corners of Vincent's mouth raised slightly with his hands spread out, "We intend to expose Quirrell, are you interested?"
"No—" Cedric was covered by Rove.
"Of course we have!"
When the other party let go of his hand, he suddenly remembered the previous 90 points.
I thought it was a lie to win the game, but now it doesn't seem to be the case.
With this precedent, Quirrell is simply a walking academy.
But Cedric is still very Buddhist, "We are more interested in Quirrell's real purpose."
The twins blinked their big eyes, looking at the two little badgers very unnaturally.
"Ahem——" Rove cleared his throat, "Hufflepuff doesn't like fighting, but it doesn't mean that he will really give up the House Cup."
After being stared at by the pair of big eyes for a moment, he suddenly raised his hands helplessly, "Okay, I surrender."
Who said that the little badgers are all honest and honest?
Vincent didn't believe it, Hermione didn't believe it, Fred and George didn't believe it.
"By the way, when will your club be officially established?"
Cedric changed the subject, "Both Rove and I have decided to join."
"It's Halloween, I'll ask the professor after class tomorrow."
"Ah? Can you enter and exit the principal's office?"
"Er—Professor Dumbledore should be the first to discover that Quirrell has a problem."
Rove suddenly began to sympathize with Vincent.
His grandfather and grandmother had warned him more than once to be careful with Dumbledore.
Now he understands.
"what's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
Rove shook his head and looked away, "So why did Quirrell go to Snape's office?"
"Remember the July 7st newspaper?"
Cedric hesitated, "Is it the day you appeared in the newspaper?"
"Yes." Vincent told the two about the whole thing.
"So why did he go get the Sorcerer's Stone?"
"I don't know that."
Quirrell has been performing well before, how did he become like this after a trip to Albania?
And Nicole Flamel's Sorcerer's Stone, why is it here at Hogwarts?
Although there are still doubts that have not been solved, Cedric and Rove agree with his statement.
The reason was that Vincent was very sincere, ignoring the three pairs of winking eyes, and told the whole story.
"Oh, we can still track Quirrell's location."
The slightly excited reactions of the twins and Hermione further proved this point.
Rove asked an irrelevant question.
That is the smoke of the Forbidden Forest, whether it is still there or not.
"Well--"
Being stared at by four pairs of big eyes again, he was a little aggrieved, "You know what my grandfather did before, right?
As his grandson, I have an obligation to keep them safe! "
As soon as he finished speaking, a thin green branch protruded from his neckline.
"..."
"Is that a Bowtruckle?"
He took it out generously, "The little guy has held it in for too long, he probably wants to get some fresh air."
A palm-sized Bowtruckle stepped on the table, blinking its small brown eyes.
Just as Vincent stretched out his hand, it also stretched out a sharp finger.
"I think it should be hungry." He touched it lightly, and then looked at Rove who took out a small box.
"It seems to be true, how do you know?"
"It feels like this." Vincent smiled at it, "Does the little guy have a name?"
"I haven't had time to pick it up yet." Rove handed over the small box.
"Groot?" Vincent opened the box and took out a dried wood turtle from it.
The Bowtruckle extended his fingers and curled them up to his mouth.
Rove nodded, "It's a pretty good name."
Cedric laughed dryly, "Shouldn't the point be that we haven't had time to pick a name yet?
Rove, did you 'coincidentally' pass by the Forbidden Forest, and you 'coincidentally' brought back a Bowtruckle? "
"No way." Rove didn't dare to meet his gaze, "I passed by the Whomping Willow, and this little guy just fell from it."
This time it was five pairs of big eyes.
Within three seconds, he surrendered, "Well, I really just wanted to try keeping bowtruckles.
My dream, like my grandfather's, is to become an excellent magizoologist, so—
By the way, can you stop looking at me like that? "
"It's a nice dream."
"I support you."
"Do you want to go to the Forbidden Forest together some other day?"
"Don't be afraid, we have a way to avoid Hagrid."
"Actually, I want one too."
Rove pouted, and picked up a small piece of artichoke with a fork.
"Do you really have a way to avoid Hagrid?"
"Of course." George smirked and took out the Marauder's Map.
"I solemnly swear that I will do no wrong—"
The two little badgers who hadn't eaten a few bites were suddenly shocked.
With this map that can monitor the entire Hogwarts castle, it's no wonder that the four of them can find all kinds of anomalies in Quirrell.
"Wait to go to the Forbidden Forest?" Rove believed in what Vincent said just now.
The same is true for Cedric, "Double-Face is a pretty good name."
He looked up curiously, "So, what did you name Quirrell's?
Could it be that funny turban? "
"correct!"
Vincent took out another dried wood turtle, "I'm actually curious why he wraps a long scarf around his head every day."
When Rove saw Groot rolling it up again, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
There is an exceptionally noble owl in Hogwarts. It is said that the reason why it becomes fat and round is because of the boy in front of him who does not intend to stop feeding.
……
……
