Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 47 Quirrell was tricked

Harry looked like he was taking the food seriously, but in fact his attention was not there at all.

Harry chuckled after seeing that Quirrell was not sitting at the teacher's table.

Quirrell, I'll just watch you pretend to be ****!

Harry picked up a baked potato and bit into it hard, like a wolf biting its prey.

While chatting happily with the classmates around him, he paid attention to the restaurant door.

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Just when everyone was completely immersed in the cheerful festive atmosphere, a person rushed in from the door of the restaurant.

He had a big scarf wrapped around his head. After he came in, he shouted in horror: "Oh my God, it's a troll. The troll has entered the underground classroom..."

thump

He fell heavily to the ground, dust flying.

A girl screamed, starting chaos in the restaurant.

It was a mess.

The students were like buzzing bees, rushing randomly in the cafeteria. You could see that several classmates had been knocked down. If this chaos continues, many people may end up in St. Mungo's Hospital.

The students were screaming and making a mess.

The teachers were all frightened by this sudden scene, and after reacting, they raised their wands, but they didn't know what to do for a moment.

However, Harry's area seemed out of place with the surroundings, because there were no figures running fast there, but there was just a bit of crowding.

Because Harry didn't show fear, it was contagious. He affected those around him.

Harry suddenly stepped on Dean's foot, and then did not lift it up, but continued to spin hard on his heel.

ah……

Dean's foot was suddenly attacked, and the huge pain made him scream and scream uncontrollably.

Harry, who was well prepared, cast a sound-amplifying spell on Dean, and his screams were immediately heard.

The continuous screams made many people furrow their brows and hurt their eardrums so much that they had to cover their ears with their hands.

This shout covered all the chaotic sounds in the restaurant, and then the restaurant slowly became quiet.

"Are you really wizards? It's just a giant monster. Although the giant monster is thick-skinned and tall, magic has no effect on it, but you have forgotten how many teachers are standing in the room now.

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"What we have to do now is to quietly return to our respective lounges. Oh, don't forget to bring all the food on the table to the dormitory. On this day, everyone will sit in the common room together and warm themselves up.

Enjoy the fire and eat delicious food. After a long time, maybe you will still miss this special Halloween." Harry's unhurried voice came from the crowd.

This infected more people, and they were not as scared as before.

Then I was attracted by what Harry said. This suggestion was great.

Professor Dumbledore put the wand down again as he was about to raise it, and he smiled approvingly at Harry.

He said calmly: "Prefects of each college, bring your college students to the dormitories."

As soon as the principal spoke, the students immediately began to line up and leave under the leadership of the prefects. But before they left, they picked up the plates on the table. Just like this, there were several long queues, each person holding two plates.

The food moves forward slowly.

Harry looked at the place where Quirrell had fallen. There was no one there anymore. He must have taken advantage of the chaos and ran away.

It's just a pity that the magic I learned has too few powerful attacks. Otherwise, if Quirrell died on the fourth floor where the Sorcerer's Stone is hidden today, Quirrell's purpose would naturally be guessed by the wise Principal Dumbledore.

There is no need to think about how to reveal Quirrell's identity. Because it is too troublesome to explain. Even the most powerful person in the magic world has not discovered it, but he has discovered it. Why?

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Harry walked behind the Gryffindor House team, Hermione holding his arm tightly.

Harry said helplessly: "Hermione, I can't even carry anything with you like this."

Hermione ignored Harry, who just walked forward as if he had a koala hanging on him.

Percy led the team from the front, comforting the younger students.

Soon, everyone walked to the dormitory.

"Dragon scum," Percy said.

The fat woman opened the passage, and the students got in one by one. The door was closed again, and the warm room gave people a unique sense of security.

The tension on many people's faces was completely relieved, as if they were safe in the dormitory.

After a while, the dormitory began to become lively, even more lively than when they were in the restaurant just now. Perhaps they wanted to use this method to relieve their inner uneasiness.

Some freshmen also tried to perform the levitating spell, but the consequences of failure were flying plates hitting their heads and cream cakes smearing on their faces.

Harry said: "Hermione, it's time to let go."

Hermione, who had kept her head down, quickly let go of Harry and ran to the girls' side.

Harry was tasting a piece of chocolate cake and thought of the troll in the underground classroom.

How pitiful! Being taken advantage of by Quirrell.

It must be being tortured by several teachers now.

When it causes trouble on Halloween, the teacher's anger will naturally be vented on it.

I wonder where Professor Quirrell has gone? I wonder if his magic trap is useful?

Harry entertained this thought until the end of the party and until he lay in bed.

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Two hours ago, after the students dispersed, Snape and Dumbledore looked at each other, and Snape hurried to the fourth floor, where students were prohibited from entering.

However, as soon as he reached the fourth floor, he took out his wand as fast as lightning.

Because there is residual magic power in the corridor on the fourth floor.

Snape moved forward carefully and encountered several mischief spells on the floor, but they were all blocked by his armor.

He walked to the only wooden door on this floor and lowered his head, because there was a pool of blood on the floor and some burn marks.

Snape's eyes turned to the knight in armor standing by the wooden door. He was motionless, but there was some blood on the ax in his hand.

"Did you just run away?" Snape said.

A question came to mind: "Where did all this magic come from?"

He didn't have time to think and rushed to the underground classroom again.

As a result, Quirrell's lips were trembling and his face was pale. He hugged his feet tightly, which were stained with blood.

The troll was lying on the ground, not sure if he was dead or not.

Professor McGonagall blamed him: "Professor Quirrell just rushed up to deal with the troll, and was hit in the foot by the troll with a big wooden stick. It seems that he will spend the next few days in St. Mungo's."

Snape glanced at Quirrell's face and could see nothing, only the pain on his face.

He was thoughtful...

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After getting up the next day, Harry rushed to the long corridor on the fourth floor. Sure enough, all the little magic he cast in the corridor was triggered. When he saw the blood-stained axe, Harry frowned.

, and then laughed.

Unexpectedly, it was this thing that hurt Quirrell. I don't know where it hit him. It would be better to hit him between his legs. Harry thought darkly.

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Luo Bei: In the first chapter, I wrote that there are three football games every year. A book friend said that in the third part, it is clearly stated that there are six games. I don’t understand how the games are played. Can anyone tell me.

Because in the first part, Gryffindor only participated in two games, the first time with Slytherin, the second time with Hufflepuff, and then won.

That's why I speculated that there are three competitions every year.