Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Cough...cough..." Quirrell tilted his head to one side and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"That's enough, Rozier!" Mag said, she stared at Rozier: "This is a school... you'd better not bring in the gang atmosphere."

It was obvious that she had just heard what Quirrell said. The famous name of the Wu Cui Party made her feel uneasy. For a rigorous person like her...all uneasiness meant danger.

"I know..." Rozier nodded slightly, then pressed Quirrell with one hand and grabbed his wand with the other.

When facing a wizard, take away his wand first no matter what.

After pinching Quirrell's wand, Rozier smiled softly and then raised it to Quirrell's eyes.

"Snapped!"

He used both hands to break Quirrell's wand.

"You...you!" Quirrell struggled to resist. It was undoubtedly a huge humiliation for a wizard's wand to be destroyed like this.

Seeing Quirrell struggling, Rozier slapped him in the face with his backhand. He didn't hold back at all this time, and Quirrell's head was buzzing.

"Rozier!"

Upon seeing this, Professor McGonagall came over and pulled Rosier aside.

"He was struggling, and I was trying to stop him," Rozier said, then casually threw the broken wand aside.

Seeing Rozier standing aside, Mag slowly said: "Qui Luo, who ordered you to steal the Magic Stone?"

"Who is that person who spoke?"

Facing Mag's questioning, Quirrell undoubtedly remained silent. He just raised his head and looked at Rozier with vicious eyes, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Facing his glare, Rozier shook his head, then silently stubbed out the cigarette on his lips, threw it to the ground and stomped on it. It was obvious that if Professor McGonagall hadn't been here, he might have done something irrational again. Something happened.

"Calm down first, Rozier." Mag said to him: "Go take care of Mr. Emmanuel."

McGonagall could tell that this usually gentle professor was extremely angry because of Carlos' injury.

"Hmm..." Rozier stomped on the cigarette butt a few times, and then walked to Carlos. At this time, Carlos was leaning against the wall, and Mane and Rozier were surrounding him.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Mane watched Rozier approaching and immediately started dancing, as if he was afraid that Rozier wouldn't see them.

"He's seriously injured," Rozier said slowly, flicking his wand to help Carlos treat the wound simply.

The more he dealt with the wound, the angrier he became.

To be so harsh on a child?

Nose bones, front teeth, face, legs, chest, back... It can be said that Carlos was injured all over.

"What a damn thing..." Rozier turned to look at Quirrell. Professor McGonagall's interrogation didn't seem to be very effective.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t work... let him know how the Uloc Party interrogates prisoners in a moment... Rozier curled his lips, and then patted Carlos's head gently.

He didn't know what was going on... why Quirrell thought the Philosopher's Stone was here with Carlos... He frowned and picked Carlos up, then wetted his sleeves with his wand and wiped the blood on Carlos' face.

"I won't tell you anything...anything." Quirrell was just like Carlos at that time, he was unwilling to say anything.

But it was obvious that McGonagall was definitely not Quirrell. She had no intention of taking action. She just frowned and said, "Dumbledore will deal with you."

"Wait until you enter Azkaban!"

Words like these did not scare Quirrell. On the contrary, he even slowly smiled at the corner of his mouth.

He glanced over Mag's shoulder at Rozier, who was holding the boy, as if he was observing, and as if he wanted to remember Rozier's appearance.

"Quirrell, if you tell your master now, then maybe I can get you a lighter sentence."

Listening to McGonagall's words, Quirrell pursed his lips, and then said: "Professor Minerva McGonagall...you can't catch me."

"What?" Mag didn't hear his almost whispering voice clearly when she lowered her body to listen again.

Quirrell's left hand touched the broken wand at some point, and as he flicked it, a strong explosion occurred.

The explosion shattered the wall behind Quirrell and blew Mag to the side.

"Damn!"

Rozier held Carlos, unable to do anything for a moment. He could only watch the smoke dissipate, and the place where Quirrell sat was empty.

Fortunately, Mag seemed to be fine. She got up almost in the next moment, and then waved her wand to disperse the dust.

"He jumped..." Mag frowned and said. It started to rain lightly outside the astronomy tower. Mag and Rozier stood at the door of the hole and could not see clearly what was going on outside.

They could only let the wind and rain blow on the two of them.

"Wait...what is this?" Rozier seemed to have stepped on something. He frowned and squatted down, then grabbed something on the ground.

It was a turban... Quirrell's turban.

Mag took the turban and frowned at it.

"What is this?" she asked softly...she found something strange on Quirrell's turban.

For example, silver liquid...such as the shape of a face.

"This..." Rozier was confused for a moment. He frowned and said, "Is it possible... that there is a face on the back of Quirrell's head?"

"Perhaps this is really possible?" Suddenly, an old voice came, and Dumbledore slowly walked in from the entrance of the Astronomy Tower, his expression extremely serious.

"Dumbledore... maybe you should explain all this." Seeing him, Rosier's face turned cold. He knew that the principal of Hogwarts was hiding too many things.

"Sorry, Albion..." Dumbledore nodded slightly to Rozier, and then slowly walked to him.

"I didn't expect that Quirrell would target him..." Dumbledore said, waving his wand gently. With the waving of his wand, Carlos's face improved a lot.

"Because of the Sorcerer's Stone." Mag slowly said: "Where is the Sorcerer's Stone?"

Listening to McGonagall's question, Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

Then he reached out and grabbed Mane on Carlos' shoulder.

"It has always been in the most conspicuous place, but also in the most hidden place..."

He put his hand into Mane's pocket, and then slowly took out a stone from it.

The summer rain accompanied by the wind fell on the stone, causing the unattractive stone to emit a faint red light.

The light is as bright as blood and as dazzling as the sun.