This Hogwarts is not normal

The fat lady at the end of the corridor on the eighth floor was very angry.

Eight students slipped out in one night, and four of them were caught straight away by Filch.

Her big round eyes stared angrily, and the four people who couldn't catch them felt aggrieved for a while.

"Forget it, you two little rascals—

Vincent, why don't you stop them? "

Hermione raised her little head aggrieved, "Ma'am, I've said it many times, but they still don't listen to my advice."

"They will definitely not listen!" The fat lady moved her big eyes over, "We are Gryffindors, and we are little lions who won't listen to advice unless we get beaten up."

"Pfft—" Vincent laughed unkindly.

Before the big eyes moved back, he made a very sincere promise.

First, the four cubs who were caught will definitely learn their lesson in the future.

Second, any student night outing in Gryffindor had to be observed secretly by the four of them.

"You're smart." The fat lady opened the door.

Under the strange eyes of the triple pair, Vincent walked in very frankly.

"Quirrell has come out of the dungeon." George spread the Marauder's Map on a table.

Snape, who had been following behind just now, was still wandering around in the dungeon.

"He was able to get rid of the old bat!" Fred couldn't help but marvel.

"In a sense, it's not that we are not strong enough, but that Quirrell escapes too fast."

"Escape?" Hermione raised her head suddenly, her eyes swept over the three people who were a little scared one by one.

"Vincent, do you remember when you first appeared in the newspaper?"

Of course he knew why.

The thing stolen from Gringotts has not yet been put into the Mirror of Erised by Dumbledore.

"On July 7, all the big pages are about our family."

Vincent added intentionally or unintentionally, "I remember a piece of news hidden in a small corner on the back of the newspaper that day."

"Did our Master Fudge be dragged into an alley—"

George, who was stared at by two pairs of eyes, obediently kept his mouth shut.

"I knew you remembered." Hermione stated her assumption with a serious face. "The news said that Gringotts was invaded."

Vincent gave a sudden realization expression very cooperatively.

"Are you trying to say that the one who invaded Gringotts might be Quirrell who escaped from Snape's nose?"

"That's right." Hermione raised her chin slightly.

"If I were the owner, I would definitely put the things in Hogwarts, which is safer than Gringotts."

Fred and George stared at each other blankly.

I remember that the little news from almost a month ago was already powerful enough, but I didn't expect to be able to link it together.

"The one who can make Professor Dumbledore do this must be a very good friend with him."

"But he knows almost every famous wizard in the world."

"The network is really hard to sift through."

"It will never be an ordinary thing that can let Quirrell risk invading Gringotts."

"That would eliminate a lot of people."

Seeing the two getting more and more excited as they talked, both Fred and George felt like their IQs had been crushed.

Obviously their academic performance is quite good, why can't they keep up with the speed of thinking of these two?

"George, I finally understand why Hermione hated Vincent in the first place."

"Same, I'm starting to hate them a little bit now."

If Vincent had Hermione's personality, the three would not have become good friends on the train.

And if Hermione had Vincent's personality, she would have become a beloved existence of Gryffindors long ago.

"Hurry up." Hermione took Vincent's arm, "We have to go to the library!"

"It's almost two o'clock in the morning, why don't you go tomorrow?"

She stopped and thought for a while, then set her sights on the map.

"What was he doing outside the castle?"

The twins watched Quirrell's name getting closer to the Forbidden Forest, and suddenly stared at Vincent with disbelief.

"what's wrong?"

"Did you expect it already?"

George tapped the name that disappeared in the Forbidden Forest with his index finger, "Dude, you definitely chose the Astronomy Tower on purpose."

Vincent, whose scalp was numb from being stared at, was stunned for a while, and then opened his mouth exaggeratedly.

"Quirrell got hurt, got bruised again at Snape's side..."

Fred explained to Hermione, who was in a daze, "The soap we gave Malfoy failed once before, and the smoke was blown into the Forbidden Forest by the wind."

"Hagrid will be angry."

"No, at least they didn't float outside."

Vincent, who woke up suddenly, remembered a certain silver-white unicorn.

If there is no accident, it will be murdered tonight.

But now that there is smoke drifting into the Forbidden Forest, the magical creatures may not all have to migrate deep.

This is luck?

Just when Vincent doubted himself, Quirrell had come to the lake where unicorns lived.

As soon as he approached, he was choked to tears and snot.

"Cough-cough-"

The severe cough made his feet slip and he almost fell into the lake.

"Master, this is definitely Dumbledore's arrangement!"

The back of his head was glowing green under the moonlight, and on half of his face, a dozen or so fist-sized pustules had grown out.

"Go deeper, it can't hide too far—"

With a bitter face, Quirrell used magic to drive away the smoke, while covering his nose and mouth with his cloak.

The tears streaming down his face may not all be choked.

The deeper you go, the more burning and painful those wounds will be.

"Master, if we go any further, we will step into the tribe of the centaur."

"Quirinus, do you want me to escape three times?"

Quirrell knelt down on the ground in fear, "How dare I be humble, but for your resurrection plan, we must beware of all abnormalities."

The big face on the back of the head narrowed the left eye that was not covered by the pustule, "You have been showing abnormalities to the outside world, Quirinus.

Well, Dumbledore would 100% ignore it. "

Quirrell, who was in an ice cellar, stood up in a panic, "Why? Why hasn't he dealt with me all this time!"

"Because I chose you."

The big ugly face sneered, "Our great Dumbledore will give everyone a chance.

I am like this, and so are you. "

Realizing something, Quirrell lowered his hands decadently.

The alder wand stuck in the dirt seemed to indicate that he had given up all resistance.

"Quirinas, don't think he can help you.

The only one who can help you now is me, Voldemort who returned from hell! "

Quirrell, who was covered in fear all over his body, bit his tongue hard.

"My honorable master, I will definitely get the Philosopher's Stone and revive you."

Voldemort couldn't see any expression, just said a word lightly.

"I waited 11 years for you, Quirinus."

With a complex expression, Quirrell turned around and limped out of the Forbidden Forest.

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