Hogwarts: wand in left hand, dragon-patterned mace in right hand

After Sicheng got rid of those fanatical followers, he returned to the Room of Need.

By this time, Hermione had already begun to write the homework that Professor McGonagall had left behind.

"Sicheng, you're back!"

Hermione asked, without looking up.

Sicheng said "um".

Then walked to the window.

It's snowing heavily today, so it's a good time to watch the snow.

Besides, after listening to a morning class, Sicheng's head exploded.

Suddenly, he poked half of his head forward.

"Wow!"

"The Weasley brothers are amazing!"

He couldn't help but sigh.

Hermione heard this and looked up at Sicheng.

Seeing that he was looking out of the window with great interest, he also walked over.

When she walked to the window, her little hand was grabbed by Sicheng.

Hermione didn't care, either.

Leaning on Sicheng's body, he looked out the window. "Five-two-zero" Suddenly, Hermione let out an exclamation:

"Oh!

"How dare they!"

"That's Professor Quirrell!"

In the courtyard of Hogwarts, Professor Quirrell was wandering around.

Behind him, a dozen snowballs flew in the air and shot towards him.

And the number of snowballs is constantly increasing.

"Haha!"

"Poor Professor Quirrell!"

Not far away, the laughter of the Weasley twins could be heard.

"Quirrell, let's see if your bandana is covered with garlic!"

"Or maybe a vampire ......"

......

"Sicheng, they are so hateful! How can they treat Professor Quirrell like this!"

Hermione leaned on Sicheng's body and fought for Quirrell.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she said:

"I mean, Professor Quirrell is a professor at Hogwarts after all!"

Sicheng said softly, "It's okay."

He knew the reason Hermione's sudden explanation.

He'd said before that he didn't like Professor Quirrell.

I didn't expect to be remembered by Hermione for so long.

Now I'm even more worried about thinking too much and explaining it specifically for myself.

This kind of considerate little girlfriend can't be found with a lantern.

Wrap Hermione in your arms.

Two eleven or twelve-year-old children hugged each other tightly.

No matter how you look at it, it feels like a comedy.

"I'm afraid this is the peak moment of the Weasley twins!"

Sicheng hugged Hermione and suddenly said such a sentence.

Hermione only felt her ears itch, and she didn't hear what was being said.

"What? What did you just say? Si Cheng. "

Sicheng shook his head and didn't repeat it again.

"Nothing. "

"Let's go, there's nothing to look at, let's go write Professor McGonagall's homework!"

With that, he picked up Hermione and walked towards the desk.

Hermione, who was held in the arms of Princess Sicheng, only felt that her cheeks were flushed.

Didn't even notice the third figure that appeared in the room of requirement.

Behind Si Cheng, a phantom clone that was identical to him walked out of his body.

Holding a wand in his hand.

The phantom clone glanced at the two of them and jumped directly from the window.

"Flying with Imperial Air!"

With a wave of his wand.

A silvery-white mist enveloped the clone and slowly fell towards the Hogwarts courtyard.

This is the flight spell that Sicheng has perfected.

The basic functionality has been perfected as much as possible.

But Sicheng, who has experience in the study of fantasy spells, is not satisfied with the current flying spells.

He also wants to improve and strengthen it.

Increase the speed and altitude of your flight, as well as reduce the cost of some mana.

And, of course, the concealment effect.

He's not like those dark wizards, who don't worry about being seen flying in the sky.

He didn't want to be exposed to any news that was harmful to the wizarding world.

After landing, the phantom clone hid in a corner on the side.

Look at Quirrell as he keeps fleeing.

He thought of a funny thing.

Now the pinnacle of the Weasley twins was nothing more than snowballing into Voldemort's headscarf. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

If they lifted Quirrell's turban!

"There are many obstacles!"

"There are many obstacles!"

"Faint!"

"It's all petrochemical!"

A dozen spells flew out in a row.

Through his whirling abilities, more than a dozen spells flew towards Quirrell from all directions.

I also hit a couple of snowballs halfway through.

What was once a fluffy snowball turned into a petrified hard snowball.

Quirrell was someone who had been trained by Voldemort himself.

More than a dozen spells were dodged.

It's just that the snowball that flew over was too late to dodge.

Sorry, master!

Quirrell didn't mean to!

Quirrell, who had planned to catch the snowball with his head, suddenly turned around out of thin air......

Caught the petrified snowball with his face.

"Huh?"

"There are so many stars in the sky!"

As Quirrell's words fell, he lay dead on the ground.

"Oh, George, you knocked him out!"

"No, Fred, it's actually you!"

"Really?"

"Of course, or ......"

George looked around and made a fuss for a while, but no one had run out to stop them for the time being.

There should be no one nearby.

"Let's take a look at his headscarf!"

"Well, good idea, I've wanted to do that!"

With that, the two brothers, George and Fred, crept towards Quirrell's place.

Come on!

Come on!

Two nasty imps!

Oh, still the nasty Weasley!

Come, let me tear you apart......

Voldemort said viciously in his heart.

Just as the Weasley twins approached Quirrell.

Professor McGonagall's voice could be heard not far away.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, can any of you tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Why did Professor Quirrell fall in the snow?"

"And these petrified snowballs!"

"Are you trying to kill Professor Quirrell!"

The more the twins listened, the more wrong they became.

What snowballs cast the petrification spell?

They didn't use any other spells other than controlling the snowball to fly towards Quirrell!

Could it be that someone is framing them?

"Professor McGonagall, no, we didn't put a 4.6 petrification spell on Snowball!"

"Really, we really don't!"

"Professor McGonagall, you must trust us!"

Professor McGonagall interrupts the twins' wails.

"Alright, George and Fred, you deduct twenty points from Gryffindor for what you did!"

"Everyone!"

When the twins heard this, they let out another wail.

Suddenly, they thought of the scene at the last moment, when Quirrell suddenly turned around.

Just now they were still wondering why Quirrell had to turn around and crash into a snowball when there was still so much room to dodge.

At this moment, I finally understood.

It turned out that Professor McGonagall had come to the neighborhood.

Professor Quirrell!

What a calculation!

The twins stared ugly at Quirrell as they were carried away by Professor McGonagall's levitation in the air.

I don't know what I'm thinking about.