This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Hermione in the Gryffindor common room was dumbfounded.

Harry and Ron both wanted to go to the fourth floor to stop Snape.

As she listened, she felt the urge to give them a stun spell.

No, she can't do this.

"Listen, Snape isn't You-Know-Who!"

"How do you know?" Ron pouted, "He is mysterious and doesn't seem like a good person."

Although Harry said nothing,

But the look on his face said the same thing.

"You can't trust first impressions."

Hermione looked a little worried, "He may not be a good person, but he can never be a mysterious person!"

"Why do you want to defend him?" Ron was already a little unhappy. "Whether Snape is or not, we will find out if we go together."

Harry was still insisting on his idea, "Otherwise, we can call Vincent over.

His fighting skills are so good,

We can just distract Snape—"

"No!" Hermione immediately rejected this plan.

"You can't go to the fourth floor anyway."

Ron started to get a little angry,

"Why?

We can’t go together, and we can’t go either. Are you being too lenient? "

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted them.

Harry's face was full of apology, "I'm sorry, Ron, that's not what he meant, he just-"

"I'm fine!" Hermione finally knew why Vincent wanted to stay away from others.

Just about being selected for the Quidditch team, she was sure that Harry had told Ron about it.

What they have to deal with is Quirrell who can escape under Snape's nose, not the timid Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

To follow or not to follow?

Although Harry was a bit self-righteous, he was still willing to listen to other people's opinions.

Ron is impulsive and always acts based on subjective impressions.

If they went to the fourth floor, they would definitely not be able to pass the three-headed dog level.

"I won't tell anyone, and I won't go with you."

Hermione made her choice.

Harry felt very guilty, "If we are in danger, we will come back as soon as possible."

"Let's go." Ron's eyes were a little dodgey.

Get into the big hole leading outside the dormitory.

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Corridor outside the principal's office.

Vincent's face was hot.

"Dude,

You seem to have said it wrong~"

George smiled and hugged him, "Oh, although Hermione used to be nosy, she is obviously very different now~"

"I'm not a god." Vincent pretended to look at the map, "Professor Dumbledore made a mistake too."

"The human heart -" Fred shook his head and sighed.

The twins always seem to like mischief, but that doesn't mean they are really pure-minded.

Vincent and Dumbledore plotted against each other in order to let Harry grow.

But the price behind this is the personal safety of students. ̢̜̳̱͈̹͓͛͜ḩ̷̻̩͍̱̗͔̺̏̓͊̀͂̀ͅṵ̵̙̻͉̦͙̗̥̉̓̓͊̑̂̑x̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆̆c ̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́́͝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̋̌

You can't say it's right or you can't say it's wrong.

"I really don't want to grow up." George waved to Hermione in the distance.

She was a little confused, "Don't you want to grow up?"

"Yeah, I don't want to grow up." Both Cedric and Rove felt the same way.

"It's not like this happens every day." Vincent spread his hand and pointed to the name of Two-Face on the map.

"When we expose Quirrell, we can return to normal campus life."

"That's right!" The twins cheered up again.

Rolf's depression was swept away, "No wonder Professor Dumbledore chose you."

Cedric vowed: "You should choose Hufflepuff when sorting."

Hermione put her little head to the map in confusion, "Actually, I don't think there's anything wrong with growing up.

I hope something like this won't happen again in the future. "

Although Vincent was unsure, his expression was extremely determined, "It will definitely not happen."

"Here comes Quirrell."

The two-faced man slipped away quietly under the noses of the professors.

When Luo Fei saw one of the many names in the auditorium, his eyes suddenly widened in shock.

"He actually dared to use the Imperius Curse on Anna!"

"Anna?" Cedric saw the name in front of Dumbledore.

"She was placed in the Forbidden Forest by my grandfather." Luofu clenched his big fists until his knuckles turned white.

"She is the last descendant of a pair of gyropods living in the Americas."

Vincent frowned tightly as he recalled some bad memories.

The horned beast's hide is tough enough to withstand spells,

He has always been hunted by wizards.

If there is any damage to this in the Forbidden Forest,

No matter how good-tempered Mr. Newt is, he will probably get angry.

"Professor Dumbledore is really hopeless."

The six people nodded in sympathy, and then looked at each other in tacit understanding.

"You still want to pretend?"

"No need, we are reporting with real names this time."

"By the way, can this big guy hide himself with the Disguise Charm?"

"Let's try it."

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…

Quirrell climbed the stairs very quickly.

In less than five minutes, he had arrived on the eighth floor where the entrance to the principal's office was.

But when he saw the gargoyle, he also discovered two very conspicuous red marks in the corridor.

This "x" probably means a trap.

"Quirinas, don't waste your time—"

Quirrell lifted his foot over the mark and stepped on the floor behind it.

"Click——" A weak mechanical trigger sound sounded.

This touch,

This height,

It was obvious that he had stepped into a trap!

Based on his many years of experience teaching Muggle Studies, the invisible object that his right foot was stepping on was most likely a landmine that would explode if released.

"Master, is there anyone around here?"

"That little mudblood did it—"

Quirrell quickly took out his wand from his pocket.

The entire corridor was silent, without any movement.

He pointed his wand confidently at his right foot.

There is magic, but what happens if you step on a landmine?

"Bang——"

As soon as the alder wand was aimed, a bright yellow bullet was shot out.

He was so immortal that he actually hit the stick.

"Ah——" Quirrell stepped hard on the mine with his right foot.

This wand, which had cost him almost all his savings, was actually destroyed by the same person again.

"Wayne, is it you!"

He roared hysterically, "Come out! Come out if you can!"

"Good evening, Professor Quirrell."

Vincent, who had broken the illusion spell, was standing next to the gargoyle, holding an Enfield with a scope in his hand.

"You really know all this!"

Quirrell had once guessed that Snape and the man in front of him were in the same group, but the two sides had an undisguised campus war before, so he did not continue to think about it.

Now it seems that they should all be Dumbledore's people.

"Not just me, but also them." Vincent stepped aside.

Five figures appeared on the cracked wall.

"Good, very good." Quirrell pinched the alder wand with its unicorn hair exposed.

Now that things have happened, there is no need for him to continue pretending.

"Master, I need your wand-"

After receiving permission, his eyes began to wander between the six wands in front of him.

No matter who stands in front of him, he must go in and find the Philosopher's Stone and completely get rid of Voldemort's control.

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