This Hogwarts is not normal

Although they really wanted to go to the principal's office to eavesdrop, but the six little wizards knew that it would not work.

"Why aren't there any useful eavesdropping props?"

"Because of the Animagus."

"Not everyone can do this."

The twins rolled their eyes at the four of them, and said that they would invent a wiretapping artifact in the near future.

"Come on." Vincent was more interested in Animagus than this.

"It has a very high threshold, at least a deep understanding of human body deformation." Rove briefly introduced the steps.

Just holding a single leaf of a mandrake in his mouth for an entire month has dissuaded the joking twins.

The conditions of full moon, dew, and rainstorm are simple.

"What if the will is not strong enough?"

"That would be trapped in animal form forever, never being able to change back into a human body."

Vincent smacked his lips.

Rita's vanity-loving character has turned into a very low-key little beetle.

As for Mag's tabby cat, it fits the characteristics of being cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

"Snape is gone."

When he returned to his office in the dungeon, several lights came on in the auditorium again.

"Quirrell is too cunning, can we let him out?"

"I bet there's going to be a lot of rumors about the old Bat being the mystery man tomorrow."

Fred and George's swearing faces seemed to imply that there must be something.

"Please, he's with us." Vincent was uncomfortable being stared at by the two.

"Well, let's take it as his revenge for deducting so many points from us."

"That's right!"

Hermione shook her head helplessly.

The longer she hangs out with them, the more she dares to ignore many school rules that should hang over her head.

"If you don't get caught, it's not a violation of school rules..."

For such an excuse, she has begun to accept it a little bit.

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After Qilomei had a good night's sleep, he felt refreshed like a newborn.

Voldemort actually praised him last night.

Although Dumbledore cursed again when he appeared, it was a good start.

He, Quirinus Quirrell, was finally taken aback.

With Snape, someone more doubtful than himself, he was bound to have an easy fortnight.

However, big ups are often followed by big downs.

"Wayne? What are you doing here?"

Vincent glanced at the restored office, "I heard you had a fight with Professor Snape last night.

So, I'm here to care about you, Professor. "

Voldemort couldn't figure out what he was up to, and neither could Quirrell.

Concern - what a fart!

Vincent, who laughed harmlessly to humans and animals, must be thinking of some other trick.

Unfortunately, today's Quirrell is not yesterday's Quirrell.

"Wayne, I'm busy."

"Ok."

Vincent touched the wooden door frame nonchalantly, "Then I'll go back first~"

Looking at the back of him leaving decisively, Quirrell shook his head subconsciously.

"Master, I can't think of what he's going to do."

"Quirinas, leave this Mudblood alone—"

The reason why Dumbledore called both Quirrell and Snape over last night was very simple, he just didn't want to see the two professors fight again.

Well, no matter day or night.

But in just a few minutes, Voldemort found something unusual in the office.

The Gryffindor sword was gone, and there was still a faint hint of powerful magic.

It does not belong to people or magical props, it is as peaceful as nature.

"Master, this is most likely a trap."

"We have no choice, Quirinus—"

Quirrell knew it was time to prepare something.

He returned to the office and just closed the door, and a plume of black smoke came out from the place Vincent touched.

It exudes high temperature, as if it is burning the door frame.

Soon, a handful of flames popped out.

"No, Professor Quirrell's office is on fire!"

The two little badgers who "coincidentally" passed by opened their throats.

Quirrell was wondering, when there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside.

Four lion cubs with "be brave" written on their faces ran to the door, raising their wands at the same time to aim at the fire. .seven

"Clear water is like a spring!" X4

A large puddle of clear water came out from the tip of each of their sticks.

"Yes, we have to put out the fire first!"

Two honest little badgers also joined in.

As soon as Quirrell opened the door, he was drenched from head to toe by clear water.

"you--"

Vincent moved his wand over, "Professor be careful!"

Quirrell, whose face was poured with water, was very angry.

As soon as he got his hands under his robes, Fred and George pointed their wands at his feet.

Slip is not slippery, but very uncomfortable.

"Da da da da—" Filch ran over.

Quirrell drew out his wand as if seeing the dawn, "Argus, you came just in time—"

"Ah—" Vincent fell down clutching his chest.

Although the twins' poses are a bit exaggerated, they generally fell down at the same time as him.

Cedric and Rove were a little jerky, they actually lay down in slow motion.

As for Hermione, anyone who came knew it was a flop.

Filch was a little confused, "Professor Quirrell, what is going on?"

The moment he heard the fire, he rushed from the administrator's office on the first floor to the third floor.

I didn't see the fire, but the door frame was indeed black and couldn't be washed away with clean water.

"I didn't do anything!" Quirrell pulled Vincent's arm anxiously.

"Ah—it hurts—"

This hoarse scream made him let go of his hand in a hurry.

Filch looked at the twins, then at the other four good students who were both excellent in character and academics.

A little dazed, he was about to say something when the students who heard the movement surrounded him one after another.

Quirrell held his hands high before his piercing eyes could pass.

"I really didn't do it."

An Eagle Academy student patted the shoulder of the student next to him, pouted at the alder wand.

Although Fred and George are always mischievous, they are actually very warm-hearted.

Not to mention the remaining four.

To Quirrell, or to them?

The answer was vividly shown in the eyes of the students watching the excitement.

"I——I—" Quirrell, who couldn't explain anything, was extremely wronged.

Not to mention being framed, and Vincent underneath even made a lip gesture behind everyone's back.

[You are finished...]

This group of people is pulling dirty water on themselves!

Although it was clear water that was actually splashed, it was enough to change his image again.

The glamorous Professor Quirrell, after giving the students a good "lesson", would actually do this to the good students.

No matter how few people believed it, he didn't think it would end here.

"No—it wasn't the professor's hand." Vincent sat up clutching his stomach, looking at the alder wand above him in horror.

Oh, no hands.

That's moving the wand.

He acted more aggrieved than Quirrell, "We—we fell down accidentally."

Rough is a bit rough, but most people are often not interested in digging out the truth.

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