A day of learning magic at Hogwarts

Quirinus Quirrell was stunned when he heard this.

He didn't know how to answer.

Looking at the "innocent" eyes of the boy in front of him, he even ignored for a moment that it was a face in flames.

"No...no...of course not a bad person..." Quirrell stammered.

"So, if Professor Quirrell wants to go out..." Ian said calmly, "Are you going to the corridor on the right on the fourth floor?"

When he heard the place name from the other party's mouth, Chilo's expression suddenly changed.

Ian Traister only felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar.

It's like going back to the past, holding a keyboard and writing words on the Internet.

Through the Floo Network, use your own image to "chat" with the other party in the flames.

No matter what you say, there is no way Quirrell or that guy named Tom Riddle can follow the network cable and beat you to death.

This is awesome!

……

"You...how do you know..." Quirrell trembled.

"I also know... you are going to steal the things Dumbledore has hidden there..." Ian continued to speak slowly, "The room in the corridor on the right on the fourth floor is protected by three giant dogs. , after passing through the trap door...well, it's the Philosopher's Stone, right?"

"This is impossible!" Quirrell looked extremely shocked, "Why do you know?"

"Kill him, Quirrell?" An extremely fierce and sinister voice came from the back of Quirrell's head, "Go to his dormitory and kill him quickly!"

"But...Master...can't do this...If I do this...then everything will be exposed..." Quirrell begged with a bit of crying.

Ian was not afraid at all.This eerie voice should be "Tom Riddle", he looks like a very cruel old man!

But, it doesn't matter!

Hufflepuff's common room is protected from the outside, and Quirrell has never been a Hufflepuff student, so he most likely won't be able to break in...

Even if you break in, it doesn't matter.Because he is not there now, he can't find him wherever he goes.

When he turns the entire Hogwarts upside down, someone will naturally come out to deal with him.

"This is all thanks to you, Professor Quirrell!" Ian began to explain, "Thanks to the dog-related book you borrowed from the library..."

"That book..." Quirrell was stunned and retorted subconsciously, "I clearly tore that page out quietly."

His voice is no longer stuttering at all now.

"That's right!" Ian couldn't help but laugh, "Thanks to you for tearing out that page, otherwise I wouldn't be sure."

"After you returned the book to the library, I checked it again and found that there was a page missing... It was a coincidence. I could vaguely remember the content recorded on that page! It was about A record of the habits and weaknesses of the three-headed giant dog.”

"You..." Quirrell was speechless.

"A friend of mine told me that several Gryffindor students undoubtedly broke into that room and encountered a three-headed giant dog; I also went close to the corridor to confirm it myself, and indeed I heard a huge noise. The barking of dogs..." Ian shook his head:

"When you tie it all together, it's very obvious...the principal hid something in that corridor room and protected it with a three-headed giant dog; and you and the person behind you have been plotting against that thing, That’s why you are extremely eager to find a way to deal with the three giant dogs.”

"But now, no one can stop me!" Quirrell's expression suddenly became fierce:

"Dumbledore is no longer in school. I know all the mechanisms that protect the Philosopher's Stone... I can get the stone without any effort, and then humbly dedicate it to my master."

"Of course I know that Dumbledore is gone," Ian replied casually: "You have been trying to avoid Dumbledore's eyes and ears, so you started to take action... You are so timid and have a one-fight mentality. nothing."

"The giant monster on Halloween was probably the one you put in... to attract Dumbledore's attention, and then took the opportunity to sneak into the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

"It's a pity that you failed to do so. And in the following months, regardless of holidays, Albus Dumbledore never left Hogwarts, so you never had the chance to do it. Until Dumbledore just left Hogwarts today..."

"What are you going to do, Drizzt?" Quirrell looked at the face in the fire, "Do you want to stop me?"

Ian nodded, his expression instantly becoming serious.

He said calmly: "Yes!"

……

"What?" Quirrell didn't expect this answer at all.

"Professor Quirrell's past is a bit similar to mine," Ian replied seriously, the previous joking look completely gone from his face:

"Both of them grew up in orphanages. They both like to stay in the library. They are both called 'nerds' by some people..."

"The only difference is that I am a Hufflepuff and you are a Ravenclaw."

"So, I have never believed that Professor Quirrell would be the bad guy; I have always hoped that Snape would be the bad guy."

Ian shrugged, "It's a pity that God failed to fulfill his wishes. Professor Snape is quite clean, even cleaner than expected..."

"But, Professor Quirrell," he said softly:

"You're not actually a bad person, right?"

"You were just bewitched and manipulated by the guy attached to you..."

"So, wake up, Professor Quirrell! Don't continue to go astray. Your so-called plan has actually been exposed long ago. In that person's eyes, you are just a clown..."

"You actually know about my existence?" The fierce and sinister voice from before sounded again from the back of Quirrell's head:

"Let me talk to him...to talk to the boy...face to face..."

"But...Master, your physical strength..." Quirrell begged.

"This little strength...I still have..."

Quirrell had to raise his hands and take off the scarf from his head.The big scarf fell down, and the exposed head looked surprisingly small.Then, he slowly turned around.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face. Ian had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face.The face was as white as chalk, with bright red eyes and two nostrils as slender as snakes.

Tom Riddle, how can you be so ugly?

Looking at this ferocious face, Ian thought to himself.