There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

night.

late at night.

Moon stars are rare.

Outside the remote and quiet Gaunt's old house, Quirrell carried his hands on his back.

As the saying goes, who is the peak at the end of magic?

Although Voldemort was defeated by the fetters of women and babies ten years ago, he spent ten years of hard life in the Albanian forest.

It was not easy to parasitize Qi Luo, and went through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, endured humiliation, and was bullied every now and then.

I even climbed the Hogwarts sewers today... mainly Quirrell was climbing, but Voldemort still has his nose, and he can smell the fragrance of the sewers.

but!

Voldemort is still the greatest dark wizard alive!

Even if he was a little tricked, Quirrell was still willing to obey his orders!

"Master, tell me." Quirrell's blood boiled with enthusiasm. He just ate something that shouldn't be eaten, and it's time for the bitterness to come!

"What should I do? Just give the order!"

Master's task, he must complete it!

"Very good." Voldemort nodded approvingly, he liked Quirrell's attitude.

The huge basilisk snaked behind Quirrell, and Quirrell was not afraid at all.

After eating the small gift from the basilisk, we are colleagues closely united under the leadership of Voldemort.

"Hiss hiss." Voldemort opened his mouth and let out a snake cry, and the basilisk dug a large hole in the ground, exposing the pipe.

Then the basilisk bit the pipe, and clear water flowed out.

The basilisk swam into the pipe and disappeared.

Quirrell: "..."

Was the basilisk trying to pop out of the water pipe and attack the Death Eaters?

Stop it, I believe you kill a few of them, and when the Death Eaters call for friends, hundreds of people will spit on each of them... Even if one person casts a spell, they can kill the basilisk into scum!

"The most terrifying thing about the basilisk is not its deadly gaze." Voldemort laughed darkly: "It is highly poisonous."

"What poison sac leopard, curled wing demon, what kind of poison is that?"

"It's not worth mentioning in front of the basilisk."

"This water pipe is connected to Gaunt's old house. I let the basilisk hide in it and release toxins continuously. Tomorrow, Death Eaters will be poisoned as long as they drink water!"

Qi Luo praised, worthy of being the master, with a broad mind, knowing that the front is not an opponent, and winning in a roundabout way.

But Quirrell had a problem.

"Master, I have made an unbreakable oath, what will happen to my oath if you are poisoned this time." Quirrell asked.

Voldemort suppressed his curse.

Did you make an unbreakable oath to contradict me by poisoning me?

All the Death Eaters are dead, and it has nothing to do with you!

You didn't accept the NPC task, you have to find the NPC to complete the task.

As long as the oath is fulfilled and Malfoy is successfully awakened.

Malfoy, who was sleeping, couldn't eat or drink, the poison in the water was violent, and he wouldn't die.

Get Malfoy out first, and slowly figure out a way.

Voldemort didn't believe that with his decades of magical attainments, he couldn't wake up a student!

Quirrell understands, the master's words are justified!

"Why are you still in a daze?" Voldemort cursed: "Fix the water pipe for me!"

The water pipe broke in the middle, and the tap water kept flowing out. If the water pipe was not repaired, Voldemort's trick would not have a chance to be used.

Only venom, no water.

The basilisk is exhausted, it can't produce so much venom.

"Back to the original!" Quirrell cast a spell, and the water pipe was quickly closed, but there was a small problem.

It was buried deep, and the basilisk dug a big hole just now before digging out the water pipe.

Now the basilisk has a heavy responsibility, lurking inside to poison.

This big pit is too obvious, just in case...

Quirrell sighed, he had to fill the hole!

Restoration spells have no effect in this case.

Quirrell groaned and groaned, trying to fill the hole, so tired that his wizard robe was wet with sweat.

He was getting old, and he had been busy all night. After half of the work, he couldn't do it anymore. He sat down on the ground and wanted to rest for a while. However, four pairs of eyes suddenly appeared and stared at Quirrell.

They were four guys wearing black wizard robes, not tall enough, but a little thin.

"Hiss..." Quirrell groaned secretly.

The house leak happened to be raining all night, just after finishing work, feeling tired, four black wizards jumped out.

Explain it, there is no way to explain it, I put it here at night to dig a hole, and everyone thinks there is a problem.

Resist, hands and feet are numb, [-]%... [-]% are not opponents.

"It's impossible, I'll enter your body!" Voldemort gritted his teeth. He didn't have much soul power left, and he just focused on using it recently. He didn't have time to fall into a deep sleep to recover. He could only borrow Quirrell's body once or twice at most.

Every opportunity must be used at the most critical time.

Only in the face of life and death crisis, Voldemort is willing to consume precious power.

And being caught by four black wizards, obviously, you can't resist!

Quirrell nodded slowly.

He was at the end of his strength and could not move.

It was exactly what he wanted to change Voldemort's name to fight.

"Professor Quirrell, you are a fucking genius!" The four black wizards took off their robes in unison, revealing four young and immature faces.

George, Fred, Harry, Hermione.

The four of them held wands in their left hands and pistols on their right waists, looking at the big hole dug by Quirrell with clear eyes.

Quirrell blinked.

What's going on, why are Hogwarts students here!

"We can surprise Gaunt's old house along the water pipe!" George said with a smile: "Others attack directly, or use other methods to attract the attention of the Death Eaters. We stay quietly in the water pipe and wait for the opportunity."

"When Gaunt's old house is in chaos, let's make a cry, burst the water pipe and rush in to snatch Malfoy."

"The first victory in this battle is none other than us!" Fred said with a frenzied expression.

Among the four major colleges, Gryffindor is the champion!

And the four of them, bringing honor to Gryffindor, will be respected by everyone!

Quirrell: "..."

No, what do you say?

Why can't I understand.

"Harry, George, come on, let's dig with Professor Quirrell." Fred smiled cheerfully: "As for the little junior sister, help me find out."

The Weasley brothers are very gentlemanly, and they are reluctant to let a beautiful...cute school girl be a migrant worker.

"Okay!" Harry agreed, and was about to jump into the pit.

Quirrell was in a hurry.

do not.

I finally filled the hole, and you guys have to dig it up again?

Still follow the water pipe into Gunter's old house?

What the hell, you can only see basilisks in the water pipes!

"Steady Quirrell, this is our chance." Voldemort smiled even more gloomyly: "The terrain in the water pipe is narrow, and the basilisk has a natural advantage."

"One basilisk blocked the water pipe, not to mention four little wizards, even forty of them won't be able to please."

"One comes in and one dies, two comes in and one dies."

"It just so happens that my biggest enemy is also here, let's take revenge!"

Quirrell's eyeballs are rolling around, he is worthy of being the master, the crisis is dangerous, there are dangers, but also hidden opportunities.

The master uses his brains to kill two birds with one stone!

"I'll dig with you!" Quirrell regained his energy, and the four men quickly dug the hole they had just filled.

The water pipes that had just been restored by the spell were once again exposed in the moonlight.

"Fractured!"

Valley</span>Harry pulled out his wand and tried to smash the water pipe.

The Hermione above is wearing the Ravenclaw crown, with pure thoughts and clear brains, she found something wrong.

"slow!"

Hermione jumped in, feeling the pipe carefully, making her final judgment.

"The Restoration Curse has been cast." Hermione sneered, and she looked at Quirrell: "Professor, since you have been discovered, please be honest."

"Who went in first?"

Quirrell licked his lips, feeling bitter at the corners of his mouth.

There must be traces of the casting of a spell.

What's more, the recovery just performed is still fresh.

Looking at Quirrell's expression, Hermione knew it without asking, and he acquiesced.

"What's going on?" Harry blinked, not understanding what was going on.

George and Fred have been on missions many times, and they have become old friends. As soon as Hermione said it, they realized that something was wrong.

"Harry, if we raid Gaunt's old house along the water pipe, do we need to leave a person to clean up the water pipe and fill in the hole?" George said, "It's too close to Gaunt's old house, and it's easy for Death Eaters to follow us." Our own people found out that we must leave others to clean up the way.”

"Professor Quirrell is the one they arranged to clear up the back road." Fred put his arms around his shoulders.

"Good calculation."

Four pairs of eyes stared at Quilo. Quilo was sweating profusely, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat.

"Hundreds of secrets, Quirrell, hold on, I'm going to fuck... your body!" Voldemort said.

Quirrell nodded slightly, the matter was revealed, and there was no other way.

Going back to the original starting point, Voldemort still has to be invited to beat all dissatisfied.

"Professor Quirrell, who is the one in front?" George asked: "Cassandra and the Frey brothers in Slytherin? Or Ravenclaw Kevin and Lottie? Or Hufflepuff Cedric? and Daniel?"

"Master, take your time first." Quirrell felt that the sky had cleared and the rain had stopped, and he felt that he could do it again.

Although I don't know why, the four little wizards obviously misunderstood!

"I want to confess, but I can't say it." Quirrell originally wanted to carry his hands on his back, leaving the little wizards with a lonely back.

But thinking about Voldemort growing on the back of his head, he had just been busy for a long time, if the turban was tilted and Voldemort's face was exposed, it would be the end of the calf.

Quirrell had to cross his hands and clasp his fists.

He almost understood the taste.

The four young wizards of the college were all nearby, and they wanted to attack Gaunt's old house. The four Gryffindors suspected that they were preying on the other three colleges!

As long as he is not regarded as having evil intentions, he will be an unsung hero to help other college students. How dare the four little wizards of Hogwarts attack him?He doesn't believe it.

"Either, let's continue in?" George hesitated, taking credit for other people's work is not authentic.

"There's already a group of people inside. We're going in. What if the others don't have enough firepower to attack Gaunt's old house?" Fred shook his head.

The firepower outside is strong enough to give the people in the water pipe a chance to steal chickens.

The big guys are all trying to be Voldemort, fuck a fart.

Voldemort: "..."

Although I don't know why, I just feel that Voldemort seems to be looked down upon.

"No matter who it is, I will report it to Principal Mark when the task is over." George stared deeply at the water pipe and said that he had agreed to the task for the students, but the students actually asked the professor for help, which broke the rules.

Quirrell doesn't care.

He got a bad reputation when he took off his pants in front of Myrtle.

Hogwarts, can't go back.

It doesn't matter if you can't go back, it is logical to waste the money owed to the professors.

You can report as much as you like, and I will run away after today.

"It's rare, the stupid Gryffindor lion, you actually thought of going with me." Cassandra's brilliant blond hair danced, and she took the Frey brothers and Slytherin Quidditch captain Marcus away. come over.

"Forget it, the mission of the surprise attack is entrusted to you." Cassandra's mouth twitched a hint of sarcasm: "Let us Slytherins be on the front line of fighting against the dark wizard!"

"Oh, I also asked the professor for help, so I was well prepared."

"I know I'm using my brain."

When Cassandra said this, the four little wizards of Gryffindor became angry.

Cassandra was too sarcastic.

A dignified Gryffindor, brave and fearless, aboveboard, the student's task, how could he ask the professor for help!

"Leading into battle, Gryffindor is duty-bound." George's voice was sonorous and resounding: "Someone has already stepped in before us, and Professor Quirrell was also found by them, and has nothing to do with Gryffindor!"

Cassandra shifted her gaze to Quirrell.

What could Quirrell do?

He could only smile awkwardly but politely, and nodded slightly, indicating that Gryffindor was right.

"Oh? So Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw?" Cassandra mused.

Hufflepuff pays attention to not making a sound. If he makes a blockbuster, he hides his treasures in his body and waits for the opportunity to move. He is very suspicious.

"not us!"

Led by Daniel and Cedric, seven or eight Hufflepuff students jumped out.

Quirrell's ten toes dug out three rooms and one living room in the shoe.

Where did this guy come from?

I was the only one just now, and now more than a dozen jumped out. Is this near Gaunt's old house or near Hogwarts?

"Don't get me wrong." Daniel said with a smile: "We came with Cassandra, thinking about what plan Cassandra has, and we need people to realize it, don't we?"

"I didn't expect that I didn't have time to work, and I almost took the blame."

Daniel's appearance was just right, perfectly washing away the suspicion of Hufflepuff.

"Could it be that it's Kevin from Ravenclaw?" Cassandra's eyes were full of suspicion.

Not only her, but everyone who knew Kevin didn't quite believe it.

At Hogwarts, Ravenclaws were known for their wit.

In fact, there is no such thing at all.

To enter the Ravenclaw lounge, you need to answer questions about the eagle-shaped door knocker. There are no serious questions, it's all brain teasers.

For thousands of years, Ravenclaw has produced many scholars and masters. In a sense, they are all smart people.

But in real life, their expressions are unsatisfactory.

Ravenclaw always likes to explain the world with his own ideas.

As far as objective facts are concerned, they are right.

But for humans with changeable minds, Ravenclaw's so-called smartness is meaningless.

The clever Kevin used his brain in a serious place, and when this matter was told, the little wizards expressed their disbelief.

"Professor Quirrell, is that Kevin?" Cedric asked.

Quirrell smiled.

I just smiled and didn't speak.

"Who is calling me?" Said Cao Cao... said Kevin.

Kevin came over with Lottie and a dozen Ravenclaws.

Kevin pointed at the wizards of the three colleges and laughed: "I knew that you would gather early in the middle of the night, and there must be something strange."

"Unexpectedly, you actually brought in the professor!"

All the little wizards breathed a sigh of relief, Kevin was still the same Kevin in their hearts.

Then the problem is coming.

Who is the wizard who raided Gunter's old house by entering the water pipe ahead of time?

Dozens of people looked at Quirrell.

Cassandra said softly, "Professor Quirrell, tell the truth."

"Don't worry, with us supporting you, no one will dare to make things difficult for you."

The young wizards from other colleges spoke up one after another.

"Who is so unqualified, the student activities are called professors, I am ashamed to be with such people."

"Professor Quirrell, you dare to say that whoever dares to trouble you, we will beat him out of shit!"

Quirrell smiled.

I'm afraid that if I speak out, you will beat me out of shit.

"Master, dozens of little wizards, can you handle it?" Quirrell called the leader.