This Hogwarts is not normal

The four on the opposite side did not obey the rules, and Quirrell did not intend to obey the rules.

His greatest reliance was the second Dark Lord who made the entire magic world fearful, and he couldn't even name him.

But even without being possessed by the other party, he himself is a powerful wizard.

He didn't hear any spells coming out, the alder wand was just raised at random, and before the bullets and spells hit, it formed a translucent shield-like barrier.

"Crack-pump-"

Quirrell looked full of doubts, and met Batman who took out a long silver object from his belt with his left hand, and Batman who was still shooting small flames with his right hand.

"Clap clap clap-"

The bright yellow metal bullets hit the barrier of the Iron Armor Curse one after another.

"Trash!" An extremely angry voice sounded in Quirrell's mind.

How to get out without being exposed?

Yes, seeing that the defense of the Iron Armor Curse was about to be broken, he no longer wanted to provoke the four people on the opposite side.

Even if you disobey the order, you must leave here as soon as possible.

"My honorable master, I am here for your resurrection plan!"

Quirrell, who muttered silently in his heart, tapped his wand firmly on the ground.

The thick clods of earth rising rapidly under his feet carried him slantingly towards the trapdoor above.

"Don't go!"

The spells cast by the four people below failed to interrupt his departure after all.

"He actually ran away."

"That's right, he ran away."

"why?"

"Who knows." Vincent spread his hands and took off his helmet.

According to the character of the black wizard, revenge is certain.

Even if he was afraid of Dumbledore, he would not leave so simply and neatly.

George tapped the tights with his wand to change it back to the original casual clothes.

"Seriously, why does my place look so big?"

Fred coughed softly, "My brother, don't forget that Dad caught you and beat you twice."

For twins who look exactly the same, it is not surprising that the family admits their mistakes.

"I hate Dad!" George touched his big buttocks, "Why can't he tell us apart!"

Hermione, with black lines all over her face, turned her head and walked towards the long dirt clod after changing her clothes back into a sports suit.

She is small, but not as tall as they are.

Instead of relaxing, it is better to think about how to get out.

This straight upward clod should have been produced by a powerful deformation.

In just two or three seconds, Quirrell was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

"Do you think he will step on the trap outside the corridor?"

Her question received three uniform replies.

You got hit just now, how can you not get hit now?

Vincent tapped the long dirt with his wand lightly, "I guess we'll have to get this thing around dawn."

It is narrowing millimeter by millimeter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is there no way?" George pressed sadly in front of it, "If we go out now, we might have a chance to catch him."

"Yes." Vincent smirked and made a mysterious mouth movement.

"Vincent's Theorem?" Hermione was very curious about it. "What is this? Is it a magic theory invented by you?"

Being modest and studious, she was finally able to understand the content of this mysterious theorem under the gaze of three strange eyes.

Vincent has a talent, that is, success can only be a complete success, and failure can only be a complete failure.

"Did you know that he blew up a wall?" George gestured out the size, "Fred and I were so frightened that people were dumbfounded."

"Afterwards Filch thought we did it, and kept staring at me and George in broad daylight."

Hermione stepped back quietly, "This theorem, can you blow it up?"

"I haven't tried it." Vincent weighed his wand in both hands, "Would you like to try it now?"

"No!" X3

The three extremely frightened faces made him shrug his shoulders regretfully, "This is a good opportunity to practice silent spells."

Looking at this innocent face, the three of them silently clenched their wands tightly.

"Brother, you go and rest."

"We'll get it over with."

"Don't come here."

Vincent, who looked a little depressed, came near the ground where the bat dart was inserted.

Although they were conjured by transfiguration, they are all sharp weapons that can kill people.

He sat blankly for a while, then suddenly set his eyes on the door next to him.

The twins, and Hermione, were both preoccupied with removing the long dirt clod blocking the trapdoor.

"Click-"

None of the three noticed that he had left.

……

……

not long ago.

Quirrell dragged his limping right leg and left the room at the end of the corridor.

While walking as fast as he could, he was still giving his own explanations in his heart.

"Master, Dumbledore must have suspected it a long time ago. The four children just now are the best proof."

"Quirinus, I know what you want to-"

"My lord, how dare I do such a thing?

The Batman you can't even perceive is a master of Occlumency. "

"Heh, the guy dressed as a bat—"

Quirrell felt the anger transfer to the back of his head, and he was very grateful to let his mind go blank.

How can someone who can be the Dark Lord not be Legilimency.

Even without eye contact, this person can clearly perceive the breath of all living creatures nearby.

"pat-"

Quirrell, who was walking forward instinctively, tripped over the small rope again.

Before his big face left the marble floor, a bottle of potion, as conspicuous as a firefly in the night, poured down on him.

"Chichi-"

The fluorescent green liquid seemed to be corrosive, bit by bit eating away at the black cloak on the back.

"Fool! Throw it away!"

The big face on the back of the head has already touched the liquid.

Quirrell, who had a burning neck, quickly took off his cloak.

But even so, half of this distorted and ugly face was dyed green.

"Master, you—"

"Shut up and go get the healing potion!". Seven

Enduring the pain in his back, Quirrell, who was limping, came to the stairs with difficulty.

As soon as he descended a step, his right leg hurts badly.

"Master, I need to take out the contents first."

"Waste does not deserve preferential treatment."

Chilo, who was feeling cold in his heart, simply took off the whole robe.

If he had used less mana just now, he could have healed his thigh by himself.

One step, two steps.

When he finally arrived at the school hospital, his eyes were instantly filled with hope.

However, tragedy still haunts him.

Not to mention healing potions, the entire hospital even lacked a few materials.

But the burning sensation in the back of his head reminded him of what happened all the time.

"Go to the dungeon and find all the materials!" The ugly face with swollen green pustules looked angry like it was about to kill someone.

"My lord, isn't Snape in there?"

"Zhu Yi, the Batman just now is not who he is!"

Quirrell dragged his body full of holes, and walked towards the stairs little by little.

Hogwarts has two known masters of Occlumency.

One is the unreasonably strong Dumbledore.

The other is the loyal, but seemingly betrayed Death Eater, Severus Snape.

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