A friendly day at Hogwarts

Glenn used the words he had prepared.

Naturally, Blink and Windwalk couldn't be exposed so early, so he delayed exchanging the invisibility cloak to Harry.

Ever since he knew that the two of them could not escape the confinement, he had already begun to think about what kind of excuses he would find if he had to take action.

The invisibility cloak is naturally the best excuse.

"As you said, Quirrell is an adult wizard after all. With normal means, I'm afraid I won't be his opponent."

Glenn frowned slightly, looking a little scared.

"Fortunately, I have the invisibility cloak, so I came up with a rather strange method."

"Oh? Can you tell me briefly?" Dumbledore sat up straight, looking very interested.

"This is a very un-wizard-like way of fighting, and it's very simple to say." Glenn showed a slightly shy look, "I used the invisibility cloak to get behind Quirrell, and then stabbed him with a dagger made by transfiguration. One knife..."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, as if he was imagining the scene at that time.

"I didn't expect this kind of attack."

"And, I discovered something shocking."

"whats the matter?"

"I found that on the back of Quirrell's head, there was a face, which was usually wrapped by his big turban." Glenn described, "That face was very ferocious. If I guessed correctly, it should be Voldemort."

Dumbledore didn't show much surprise.It seems that even if he doesn't know the situation yet, he should have already guessed it.

"Do Harry and the others also know about this?" He thought for a while and asked.

"As far as I know, there shouldn't be." Glenn shook his head. "Voldemort didn't make a sound at that time, and his face wasn't seen by them."

"Thank you for your hard work this time, Glenn." Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, "It seems that I still underestimated Voldemort's courage."

Glenn thought for a while and said: "It's not so much about courage, but rather that you underestimated his greed, right?"

"It makes sense." Dumbledore smiled and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, you stabbed Quirrell with a dagger. Was he seriously injured?"

"I don't know much about it. I just know that he bled a lot and the wound was probably this deep and this long."

Glenn stood up, pointed to the location of his kidney, and used his fingers to indicate the size of the wound.

Dumbledore looked at Glenn's gestures in surprise and seemed to want to laugh.

"If this happens, I'm afraid our Professor Quirrell will have to cultivate himself for a while."

He was right. From that day on, Quirrell did not appear in class for two or three weeks. All Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were taught by Professor Snape until the end of the semester.

It has to be said that in addition to his amazing talent in potions, the Half-Blood Prince is also very proficient in Defense Against the Dark Arts courses.

Although he maintained his usual sternness and never smiled when giving lectures, he taught all the knowledge points to the point.

Of course, the trio with their own "Snape is a bad guy" filter didn't like his class.

They still insisted that Snape was the real culprit who wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone.

And the mysterious figure who drank unicorn blood and tried to attack Harry in the Forbidden Forest was his master Voldemort.

If they hadn't occasionally seen Quirrell appear in the castle with a pale face, the trio would have even guessed that he had been murdered by Snape.

Whenever Glenn heard their discussions, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The day after the figure in the Forbidden Forest was stabbed in the back, Quirrell called in sick without warning.

With such an obvious connection, the three of them just turned a blind eye and kept staring at the "Great Evil Snape" in their eyes.

In the picture they imagined, Snape had threatened Quirrell for a long time, but still failed to extract the protective mechanism he designed from him. His master had suffered a big loss in the Forbidden Forest, so he became angry and attacked the innocent people. Quirrell moved his hand.

Not only do they think so themselves, but they also always try to brainwash Glenn and Qiu into accepting this unreliable setting.

Even though Glenn had led them more than once to think about what was wrong with Quirrell.

"I bet my broomstick that Snape wants to help Voldemort steal the Philosopher's Stone so that his master can regain his strength and become immortal."

During another casual chat, Harry vowed and tried to brainwash Glenn again.

"Please, Harry, can you stop mentioning that name!" Ron complained, maintaining his fear of the word "Voldemort."

Glenn sneered inwardly at Harry's bet with Nimbus 2000.You know, this is at least the third time he has said something similar.

Moreover, the bets he placed these three times were all wrong without exception.

While mourning the valuable broomstick, Glenn said to Ron: "Although I don't agree with Harry, there is one thing he did right - always use the correct name for things. For a name The fear will only make you more afraid of the thing itself, Ron."

This chicken soup for the soul is almost Dumbledore’s exact words.

As he got along with Harry more and more, Glenn gradually got a glimpse of his character.

Perhaps because of his family environment, he has a very independent character and is easy to get into trouble.

It was for the same reason that he almost never had a guide-like role around him, and he never came into contact with the kind of people who could discuss issues on an equal footing.

In this way, when getting along with the people around him, he can't help but think about problems from a team-leading perspective, and rarely considers other people's opinions.

To put it simply, it is stubbornness, the kind that cannot be pulled back by eight horses.

In fact, for such people, a true guide can completely make up for their character flaws.

However, in the original work, apart from Dumbledore, only Lupine has played a similar role.

As for others, including Sirius, none of them could really create such an image.

And what Glenn plans to play is just such an identity.

A qualified leader must first improve the status of his or her goals.

As for the methods, there are nothing more than two.

Chicken soup for the soul, and the wisdom of knowing things like a god.

Just like Dumbledore.

Therefore, he specially gave Ron a bowl of thick chicken soup.

Although this thing meant almost nothing to Ron, he would have forgotten all about it by night.

But Harry, who heard this from the side, nodded with deep understanding.

And this is exactly what Glenn intended.

Come on, little Harry, finish this bowl of chicken soup!