This Hogwarts is not normal

The third floor of the castle.

Snape, who slipped into Quirrell's office, had a complicated expression.

He knew about Dumbledore's arrangement, but he still didn't believe that a few students could do it.

Quirrell kept covering his lower body that day, there must be some shocking secret hidden.

Maybe it's the Dark Mark of the Death Eaters, or maybe it's a trace left over from black magic.

Suppressing his nausea, he put his hands on the hem of his purple pajama pants.

After gently pawing down, he pointed his wand at a certain spot.

Just as he was about to say the spell, Quirrell suddenly opened his eyes.

"what!!!"

In the middle of the night, Snape sneaked in and opened his trousers, pointing his wand at...

He was terrified.

"Sev—Severus, what—what do you want to do to me?"

Snape snorted, then put away his wand nonchalantly, "Nothing."

Quirrell froze for a moment, then jumped out of bed angrily.

He is no longer the timid person he used to be.

The current Quirinus Quirrell must be completely shocked!

"Severus, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

The disgusted eyes made Snape raise his wand.

"Quirinas, stop looking at me like that."

Quirrell quietly hid his hands behind his back, "You never thought I would wake up, did you?

The guy who hides his head and shows his tail! "

Snape said with a sullen face, "Don't look at me like that again."

He drew a half arc with his right hand holding the wand, "Disarm you!"

Quirrell squeezed the wand in his hand and used a silent spell to negate the attack.

"Severus, don't push me."

As soon as his wrist moved, Snape had already bent down and swung his wand down to his feet.

The group of thorns that broke through the ground stopped in front of a transparent barrier.

"Then let's have a real showdown!"

The alder wand pointed down, and the thorns shot in the direction they had come.

The tip of Snape's staff that was half squatting upwards pulled out a rope with flames from left to right.

The moment the fire rope split the thorns, they all turned back to the original gravel.

He stood up slowly, Quirrell's large face reflected in his black eyes.

"Quickly imprison—"

The Iron Armor Curse obviously failed to defend his feet.

But the matchlock that was drawn violently was still held by a big hand in the end.

The heat it brought did no harm.

"You're getting better at using the silent spell, Quirinus."

Snape used his right hand hard, pulling Quirrell half a step forward.

But after that, he was pulled one step forward instead.

"Use both hands, Severus."

The moment Quirrell raised his wand, the matchlock disappeared.

He staggered on his hind legs, gritted his teeth and pulled the big bed to float in front of him.

The two halves were neatly cut, and in the gap that slowly began to separate was a black matte wand.

Quirrell, who couldn't react in time, was hit directly in the chest, and the alder wand that flew out spun and landed firmly in Snape's hand.

"Use both hands, Quirinus."

Quirrell, with his back against the wall, quickly hid beside the half of the bed that fell on the floor.

He made a complicated set of movements with his hands, and the stolen alder wand suddenly shone brightly.

Snape, who covered half of his face, could feel that his left hand was empty.

"You disgust me, Quirinus."

Both of them knew things well, and Quirrell still planned to pretend.

"I can not understand what you say."

Snape lowered his hands and gave him a very cold look.

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After eating in the kitchen, the six people quietly went upstairs.

"What are they wandering around in there for?"

Cedric leaned over to the twins, "Could it be playing peek-a-boo?"

Rove glanced at the fourth floor of the map, "Filch is still upstairs, it's really possible."

Vincent at the front stopped in front of the corridor on the third floor.

"where are they?"

"Still moving."

The silence and no sound really made the atmosphere weird.

"They are all professors." Hermione looked at the whole corridor, "they will definitely use magic to block out the sound."

Vincent suddenly felt that the air became a little anxious.

In the middle of the night, what can two big men do?

Either fight, or still fight.

"Shh—we have to keep our voices down, too."

As soon as the words fell, a figure flew into the corridor from Quirrell's office.

Wearing a tattered black robe, the man got up and ran back holding his wand.

"Old Bat?" Fred lowered his voice, "Did he fight Quirrell?"

"Bam—"

There was a noise in the quiet corridor.

This time it was a figure in half a purple pajamas.

The loose scarf wrapped around his forehead immediately caught Vincent's attention.

"Hey, Filch is down."

"You guys hide first."

Hermione watched him disappear a little bit exasperatedly.

Snape fought Quirrell, which was a very good opportunity.

"Why not use black magic, Quirinus?"

"Severus, I'm not like you."

Vincent, who was walking close to the wall, was almost wiped off his arm by a spell.

In the time of a bowl of noodles, the two went from the office to the corridor.

The timing of their spells is clever.

"The headscarves are coming—"

When Quirrell raised half of the long scarf, he quickly pressed it down with his hands.

Snape gave a sinister laugh, "It seems that you are very unpopular, Quirinus."

He was about to taunt a few words, but suddenly he was hit in the chest by the curse.

"You're next!" Quirrell threw another disarming spell into the empty corridor.

"Heh~" Snape sneered, standing up against the wall, "You might as well guess who's there."

There are quite a lot of people, five.

Quirrell knew who it was, but he couldn't say the name.

Only the three professors in the Forbidden Forest knew about Vincent's disillusionment spell.

"Where are you!

come out! "

After several manifestation spells in a row, nothing happened.

Vincent, who was about to be embedded in the wall, was very lucky.

This time the manifesting spell was not as large as last time.

Voldemort just possessed himself, and the magic he used was so strong that it was not in the same dimension.

According to the rhythm of one film per school year, unless a young wizard who has just grown up has a problem, he will die if he encounters one.

"Da da da da-"

Filch's footsteps came.

Quirrell lowered his wand and turned to stare at Snape.

"Do you think you can really keep it a secret?"

He put the long scarf that was pulled out a little bit on his shoulders, "I said, I'm not that mysterious person."

"Ah--"

Snape sneered and shook his messy long hair, "No matter what you plan to do, I advise you to give up."

Quirrell didn't reply, but turned to look at Filch who was running over.

"Argus, you came just in time.

I think I know who the You-Know-Who is! "

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