This Hogwarts is not normal

There are only three Gryffindor cubs for this Saturday night night walk.

At least on the surface.

But the four bowls of tomato and egg noodles in the kitchen can prove that this is not the case.

While the twins concentrated on eating their noodles, Hermione kept staring at the fork floating in the air across the way.

It picked up a pinch of hot noodles, shook it and then rose a little bit, and then gradually disappeared as if it was absorbed by the air.

She sighed in disappointment, "Congratulations."

The magic wand floating on the opposite side tapped the air, and Vincent began to emerge little by little.

"I heard you can wrap your hands and feet?"

Hermione glanced at the twins, "I'll learn as soon as possible."

Healthy competition between friends can not only deepen the relationship, but also play a supervisory role.

"Quirrell still hasn't moved?"

"No."

The Marauder's Map shows him in his office.

"The old bat is boiling the potion again." George looked at the dungeon, "Couldn't it be poisoned with instant death?"

Vincent remembered the small changes in his room on the fourth floor, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed that he hadn't brought them all back.

The potions that Snape was brewing were probably not the ones he had taken away before.

"I have an appointment with Cedric tomorrow." Fred put down the bowl, "He said he would cooperate with you to complete the thesis."

Hermione rolled up a handful of noodles with a fork. "What about the other years? We're less than three months away from the holidays."

"From this month on, we'll all be very busy." George slumped on his chair with a sad face.

Early November was the first Quidditch match of this school year, and Wood had already announced that he would strengthen his training and give Slytherin an unforgettable fiasco.

"You? Including Vincent?"

Hermione looked suspiciously at the three of them, "Aren't you all going to prepare for the Quidditch match?"

"Yes." Fred quickly covered his mouth, "It's me and George."

"I'm a Chaser." After Vincent finished speaking, he went back to eating noodles.

Now that he had guessed it, he didn't intend to hide it.

"You?" Hermione opened her mouth in surprise, "But first-year students are not allowed to bring broomsticks."

Vincent swallowed the noodles and raised his head, "Professor Dumbledore agreed."

"So you have a broomstick?"

"Yes, it's called Rogue Rabbit."

The corner of her mouth twitched, "This name suits you quite well."

"Thank you for the compliment."

No wonder McGonagall's short thesis had to be completed before the end of the school year.

"The professor said to keep it secret." [-]

Hermione wasn't angry.

Both Fred and George were on the school team, so it wasn't a deliberate attempt to hide it from her.

"Wait, Harry was with you that day..."

The three boys looked at each other.

This clever little witch has already guessed the truth.

She frowned, "Is Harry the Seeker?"

"Yes."

"I remember Slytherin's Seeker being Terrence Higgs in seventh year..."

What she meant was self-evident.

Harry, who is thin and small, probably can't fight against the opponent.

"You need to give him additional special training."

Vincent, who was being watched seriously, nodded solemnly.

No matter whether Quirrell dares to do it or not, Harry must be strengthened for the sake of college points.

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Castle Dungeon, Batcave.

Snape stirred the cauldron in front of him counterclockwise three times, then turned off the fire and divided the potion into five vials.

His expression was so excited that he looked like a Slytherin champion seven times in a row.

"I said, you can't escape..."

Mumbling to himself, he opened a locked drawer.

Add a drop of the red liquid that has been kept fresh for nearly half a month into one of the bottles of potion.

It was starting to turn black in color and had a pungent smell.

Snape took a closer sniff, and the smell of garlic hit his forehead.

Potions masters never fail when it comes to finding people.

As long as there is a little thing on the body, the compound decoction can perfectly transform into the appearance of the mysterious person.

"Disgusting taste." He put down the bottle in disgust.

This compound decoction, both in appearance and smell, is very strange.

If it wasn't for the sake of being as fast as possible, it would definitely not become what it is now.

Snape seemed to be struggling, and picked up the vial again.

Even if the smell of garlic is basically certain, is that timid professor really a mysterious person?

"Unpleasant..."

As soon as his lips touched the mouth of the bottle, his entire face twisted together.

It smells pungent and tastes disgusting.

He pinched his nose and just took a sip, all his facial features were squirming slightly.

The greasy long hair is messed up and retracted into the head;

The iconic hooked nose is getting smaller little by little;

Height and body shape are also rapidly expanding.

Snape opened the wardrobe and stood patiently in front of the mirror.

A ray of light in the dark room shone on his shiny bald head.

"Quirinus Quirrell..."

As expected, the mysterious person who invaded the office twice was none other than the cowardly Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

With this face on, Snape sneered, looking at the ceiling as if he could see through.

Both the alder wand and the silent spell were fulfilled, nothing was hit by Batman.

Thinking of Batman made him smile even colder.

The students love to call, especially the old bat that Gryffindor students often call, and it's not that he doesn't know who he is referring to.

"Ho ho ho-"

The extremely gloomy laughter echoed throughout the office.

Snape stared at Quirrell,

But Quirrell is eyeing the Forbidden Forest.

A gloomy room on the third floor of the castle is the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The decoration style here will change every year, the reason is that anyone who is the professor can only stay in Hogwarts for one year.

Either the end of the school year is crazy,

Or disappear mysteriously during the holidays,

Or quit before school starts.

Anyway, over the past few decades, no one can last until the second year.

Quirrell, who was lying on his back on the bed, did not fall asleep.

Tomorrow is Voldemort's deadline.

No matter what method he used, he had to kill a living unicorn, drink fresh hot blood, and get himself a terrible curse.

"Quirinas, you have to keep a low profile—"

"My master, do you suspect that someone knows?"

"Your blood—"

Quirrell was a little puzzled, "Would it take a month to make the compound decoction?"

"I know what Snape is capable of. He changed many potion formulas when he was in school—"

He looked terrified, "Master, do you think he already knows?"

"I look forward to your performance—"

He knew what Voldemort meant.

Even if it is discovered now, it is just a thief who stole some potions.

No matter how hostile Snape was, he wasn't a ruthless character like Batman who shot to death.

"Master, I will push everything to him."

Just make up a lie about meeting Batman at the beginning of school, and Quirrell can instantly clear up all the suspicions on him.

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