Everyone Hates Dementors at Hogwarts

"I didn't know that a few children's quarrels could tear down a house! Ron Weasley, tell me!"

Snape didn't believe even a single punctuation mark in Granger's sophistry. He looked at Ron next to him, who still had a dull expression on his face, and said, "Very well, it's you!"

Ron was pushed hard by Harry, "Huh? This... this... Granger is so scary, hehe, his voice is so loud."

Snape's eyes twitched. He knew very well that these naughty kids must be causing trouble. Unfortunately, Dumbledore tolerated Wanmi staying in Slytherin. He could only deal with these little Gryffindor brats. I chose to turn a blind eye.

Although he seems to have a bad temper, he is so sophisticated in human nature, who wouldn't reciprocate the favor?

Quirrell glanced at the neodymium bathroom several times, with an imperceptible regret on his face.

"Wanmi, follow me back to the Slytherin lounge."

The troll hasn't been found yet, so he needs to exchange rare research materials, although he doesn't think the troll can hurt Wan Mi.

"No, I'll go back later." Wan Mi wrinkled her nose slightly and stared at Quirrell who was leaving.

As for the remaining three, Professor McGonagall said that it was his business whether Dean Slytherin would punish them, and I would not rub sand in my eyes!

"Four of you, ten points will be deducted from each of you. Follow Gryffindor back to the eighth floor!"

Wan Mi didn't object. She rushed out from Mag with the iron rod in hand, and none of the remaining four people present stopped her!

That's not right. Ron didn't react at all. Harry wanted to stop her, worried that Wanmi would get lost again at night, but he was dragged back by Hermione and McGonagall.

This is not normal. A responsible and rigorous person like Professor McGonagall cannot allow students to leave alone before the crisis is confirmed and eliminated!

Hermione raised her head and exchanged a look with McGonagall before quickly moving away.

Hermione: You knew she wasn't normal?

Mag: It seems like something was not normal just now.

"Since Demont has something to do and has left, let's send you three back first."

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Wan Mi took a few breaths of air and found a certain direction to fly.

"Why are we going?"

"That disgusting thing smells like rations. Don't let my rations go bad!"

It took a while to figure it out. The disgusting thing in Wanmi's mouth was probably talking about Quirrell, right?

Does the host hate the smell of garlic so much?

After chasing until the end of the corridor on the second floor, Wan Mi saw Chilo's back. The distance was too far. She was about to catch up and ask for explanation, but Chilo's back suddenly disappeared!

Wan Mi flew over to check carefully. Except for going up and downstairs, this place is a blind spot, but the smell of Qi Luo was cut off near here...

"Did you see clearly just now?"

"No," Yaoyao said confidently, "But I have a playback function! Wanmi, I am very useful!!"

A screen of light suddenly appeared in front of Wan Mi's eyes. It looked very similar to the screen in the place where Yao Yao was staying. At this time, the scene that Yao Yao had just seen was playing, and it kept zooming in and out...

In the picture, after Quirrell reached the end of the corridor... and turned a blind eye to the reluctant wall, he passed through the wall cleanly and disappeared.

"Honestly, the four founders are actually born in the Year of the Rat, right? Are they so fond of building all kinds of secret passages and secret rooms? At least Salazar doesn't look like such a person?"

Yaoyao shook his head with one hand behind his back like a serious old scholar, "According to the information I collected, their wizards have a lot of room to modify spells and magic arrays, and they may not necessarily be the secret rooms and passages created when the castle was built. Isn’t it impossible for future generations to reprocess it?”

Wan Mi nodded in agreement and looked at the little green elf on her shoulder. Yaoyao's serious look is so cute qaq!

Imitating Quirrell's movements, Wan Mi bravely bumped into her, but she was able to get through unimpeded?

A corridor rarely visited by people appeared in front of Wan Mi.At the end of the corridor was a room with a half-closed door, and intermittent voices came from inside.

Rations!

Wanmi could distinguish Sirius's magnetic bass from it, and she breathed a sigh of relief, Old Man Merlin, I was almost forced to go on a hunger strike!

"Don't worry, I won't kill you now, but I will force you to stay here for a while."

"Qui Luo, you released the troll, right?"

As soon as Sirius woke up, he found that he was tied to the stool and his wand was thrown on the table nearby.

"I'm curious, how could you suspect me, a timid, fearful, and pitiful professor?"

Quirrell doesn't look as cowardly and stuttering as usual now?

He originally wanted to drive the unconscious Quirrell to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, but because there was no clear evidence that there was something wrong with Quirrell, Sirius just wanted to keep him behind bars and not let him go to find trouble.

Who would have thought that without warning, as soon as he reached the second floor, he would be attacked by Quirrell who was holding him up, and he would lose consciousness.

"It's just a man's intuition, Quirrell, who are you working for?"

"Oh, don't try to trick me, and don't try silent and wandless magic. Trust me, I will be faster than you."

Sirius' hand behind his back stopped moving, Quirrell had this ability.

"You don't dare to kill me anyway. Either get out of here or beg me to let you go?"

Quirrell was stimulated by the mocking man in front of him and his calmness.

He really didn't dare to kill Sirius now. As the legitimate heir of Black, who knew he had several anti-injury items or even alarms hidden in his body?

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Sirius's whole body spasmed uncontrollably, and large beads of sweat continued to emerge from his forehead and the tip of his nose. After a while, the broken hair on his forehead was already wet with sweat. However, even such pain could not make Sirius cry out in pain. One sound!

"It's quite bearable. I really can't kill you now, but I can treat you well with the Cruciatus set meal!"

Sirius regained his breath and spat hard to the side, "Who are you looking down on? Your father has been in Azkaban for ten years!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sirius suddenly realized that he... it seemed that except for the first two years, he hadn't suffered much since he was assigned to Wanmi?Perhaps the biggest hardship is... not eating well.

Embarrassing, but this does not affect his tough guy image!

Quirrell hates people like Sirius the most. Who can show his self-righteous envoy of justice?

He just liked to see their faces crying and begging for mercy on their knees. Sirius Black was just a loser who held on longer!

Just as Quirrell was about to continue, an old and hoarse voice suddenly appeared out of thin air, "Don't waste time here!"

"Yes Master!"

Quirrell's respect and fear this time did not seem to be fake.

"Who's talking? Is there someone else with you?"

"The bastard fell to the ground!"

Quirrell didn't answer Sirius's questions at all, just a second before Sirius couldn't resist passing out.

Rag strips?