This Hogwarts is not normal

After personally escorting the four contented cubs back to the dormitory, both Dumbledore and Snape headed downstairs.

"Severus, this is an extremely dangerous form of dark magic."

"He's smart enough to know how to burn all the blood with Fiendfire."

Snape's tone was slightly mocking, "You didn't think he was a dark wizard, did you? He was even stronger than some people."

"I definitely didn't expect it." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "Quirinas has always been in good shape before, and since he came back from vacation, he has a black magic aura on him.

He said he met a vampire, do you think I shouldn't believe it? "

Snape didn't answer the question, "Wayne hit him five times, even if the wound has healed, there will be some marks."

Dumbledore stopped in front of an office on the third floor.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Quirinas, are you asleep?"

"Ah—I haven't—didn't sleep—"

Snape squinted.

Although there is no evidence, the person inside is always the most suspicious.

"Boom-da-kua-"

After a lot of noise in the office, Quirrell timidly opened a gap.

"N-good evening."

Snape pulled the door open with a dark face.

Quirrell, who was wearing a long alcohol-scented scarf on his head and wearing a purple-red striped pajamas, was so shocked that he fell directly to the ground.

"Sev—Severus, you you you..."

"Get up and take off your clothes!"

Seeing him standing up shyly, Snape tore off his pajamas.

"Turn around!"

Quirrell shrank his head back and turned around tremblingly.

When the pajamas were taken off, Snape covered his entire face.

White, no scars.

"Turn back!"

The shoulders are smooth, not even wrinkled.

Snape looked at Dumbledore who was staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Pants off!"

Quirrell clamped his legs and took a step back with his neck stuck, "This--this is not good."

"Do you want me to come in person?"

He quickly bent down and put his hands on his trousers.

"Take it all off?"

"To the knee!"

Snape had just finished yelling when the same fuchsia-striped pajama pants slid down to his knees.

Dumbledore was still looking at the ceiling.

"impossible!"

Snape stood up again, glaring at Quirrell, who was only in his underpants.

There was no sign of a gunshot wound, just a few red marks from what appeared to be a recent fall.

The black magic breath is also very weak, and it doesn't look like it has just been used up for a long time.

Sometimes being too unsuspecting will become the most suspicious point.

Quirrell bowed and folded his arms, taking another step back in horror.

With a snap, he tripped over the pajama pants pulled to his knees.

Dumbledore glanced quickly, then continued to look at the ceiling nonchalantly.

"You—don't come here."

Quirrell moved all the way to the desk, "I-I-I just keep taking it off."

Snape laughed angrily again.

He smiled grimly, "I'm not interested in you."

"It's—that's it." Quirrell withdrew his hands from his panties.

"Undo the scarf on your head."

"Ok—yes."

Dumbledore lowered his blue eyes.

The long scarf was slowly untied.

Snape, who narrowed his eyes, saw a big shiny bald head, and immediately walked around behind him.

The back of the head is quite bright, and a little dazzling.

Now there is only one part left.

But Snape had just finished talking and was not interested.

"Enough, Severus." Dumbledore held out his hand to Quirrell.

"I'm sorry, Quirinus.

A dark wizard appeared in the Forbidden Forest, can you tell me where you were just now? "

After Quirrell got up, he picked up the pajamas with some anxiety.

"I actually—actually have a habit of sleepwalking."

Snape squinted at his big ass, "Sleepwalking? Where's the Batman you told me about last time?"

"That—that's actually me."

Quirrell put on his pants with a blushing face, and then covered his lower body with his pajamas.

"You?" Snape met Dumbledore's eyes.

"When I started studying dream-sleepwalking, I met a mysterious person.

I was injured in the back, so I thought of going to you——your office to get some potions. "

There was a good reason for that, but Snape always thought something was wrong.

His intuition told him that the guy who was said to be dressed like a bat must be Vincent who just kept playing stupid.

Sleepwalking?

Who sleepwalks and dresses like a bat?

Night tour is more or less the same!

"Where's your wand?"

Quirrell looked sideways at the desk.

There lay quietly a nine-inch wand of alder.

Snape picked it up and looked at it.

No broken marks, no trace of Transfiguration.

More importantly, the entire wand was very new, completely devoid of black magic and killing curses.

As we all know, a broken wand cannot be repaired.

No matter how powerful the mana is, it is just for show.

"Use your wand to cast magic."

Under the gaze of two pairs of big eyes, one black and one blue, Quirrell slowly waved his wand towards the office.

"Clean up—"

The messy books flew up and were automatically arranged neatly on the bookshelf.

Snape's face darkened.

This alder wand seems to be undamaged.

"I'm sorry, Quirinus.

Please forgive our rudeness if we bother you late at night. "

"No—it doesn't matter."

After Dumbledore apologized politely, he turned and walked out of the office.

Before Snape left, he glanced at Quirrell, who was holding his pajamas, firmly covering his lower body.

As far as he knows, there are only two wizards in the entire British Isles who have healed their injuries to such an extent and can cast spells without a wand.

One is Dumbledore next to him, and the other is the man who has disappeared for 11 years and cannot even speak his name.

"Severus, do you have anything to say?"

"I have only one sentence."

Snape tightened his robe, "Quickly cancel your savior cultivation plan.

Even if it wasn't that person who appeared in the Forbidden Forest tonight, Quirrell must have a deep connection with him. "

Dumbledore paused, "Indeed.

Quirinus seems to have no suspicion, but this is precisely the biggest suspicion. "

"You're not going to expose him?" Snape said sarcastically, "Oh, yes.

You are Dumbledore, a great wizard who cannot make any decisions based on subjective guesswork. "

"Don't be angry, Severus."

Dumbledore's blue eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his thoughts, "Everyone deserves a second chance, this is the credo I have been pursuing for many years."

Snape turned his head, "I think Wayne is pretty good, and the Disillusionment Charm is not a magic that first-year students can learn."

"Relax, I won't let Harry take any chances."

Dumbledore walked upstairs after speaking.

Snape, with a very complicated expression, turned around and wanted to say something more after hearing this.

But until the back of the other party completely disappeared, he was unable to speak out.

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