This Hogwarts is not normal

After dispelling all the black mist, Dumbledore noticed Quirrell falling downwards.

With a flick of the elder wand, he landed steadily on the ground after decelerating.

"Professor, aren't you going to chase me?" Vincent looked particularly anxious.

"He has left Hogwarts' range.

He's better than anyone at escaping."

"Voldemort—Vol de Mort?"

Dumbledore nodded appreciatively, "Flying away from death, this is the true meaning behind Voldemort's name."

With the most powerful wizard that even the villain is afraid of, Vincent can finally rest assured.

"I'm a little dizzy, Professor."

"This is a normal reaction to excessive blood loss."

"So that's it." He weighed the Gryffindor sword in his hand, "Voldemort reappears, it should make the headlines in the newspaper, right?"

Dumbledore bowed helplessly, "I don't know, but I hope so."

"Why? He did come back."

"I know the character of Cornelius Fudge very well."

He picked up a baby bird with wrinkled skin from the ashes, "He will definitely prevent anything that shakes his position from happening."

Vincent inexplicably remembered a certain island country in his previous life.

When something goes wrong, cover it up as soon as possible. When you can't hold it anymore, bow at 90 degrees and say something affectionate and affectionate about "Private Marseille".

If I remember correctly, this small country had three prime ministers in two years before he was struck by lightning.

Dumbledore held Fawkes tenderly in his hands after Nirvana.

"Professor, is Anna okay?" Rolf ran up and asked eagerly.

"Very energetic." He stood up and winked at the twins and Cedric.

"Mr. Weasley, I appreciate your good attitude when facing desperate situations——

Mr. Diggory, the courage you have shown even made me think that you should be sorted into Gryffindor."

"Professor, you know everything?" Vincent shuddered.

"Not exactly." Dumbledore looked at the principal's office with a big hole underneath.

Hermione, who was squatting there, waved to them, indicating that she was fine.

"Uh-I knew they were pretending to sleep."

The effect of Vincent's perception potion has not worn off yet, and he can be keenly aware of several portraits that hurriedly closed their eyes.

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It's just that there was no tip-off from the previous principals. Given the importance of the principal's office, Dumbledore must have known what happened here.

No wonder he dared to let them deal with Quirrell with confidence, it turned out that everything was under control.

"Professor, can you arrive earlier next time?" Vincent curled his lips and simply sat on the stone pillar.

Dumbledore smiled and waved his elder wand.

"I remember a student once said that he would invent a spell called 'Professor Dumbledore flies in' before graduation."

"Did he succeed?"

"Unfortunately, he failed."

Vincent pouted, "He must not know you well enough."

Dumbledore didn't reply, but quietly watched the tower recover little by little.

Fred and George looked at each other, then put on their evil smiles and looked at the fair-looking little badger next to them.

Cedric, who seemed to understand but didn't understand, was made to feel numb. "You two, are you trying to trick me?"

"No no."

The twins' denial only intensified his suspicion.

"Kids, would you like to have a cup of hot tea before going back to rest?"

All five of them readily agreed to Dumbledore's invitation.

"Professor, what should Professor Quirrell do?"

Quirrell was lying quietly on a bed, still breathing very weakly.

"I put a restraint on him so that he won't wake up until someone from the Ministry of Magic comes."

They looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who had lost his hands and lower body but was still alive, and they all sighed inwardly at Dumbledore's powerful magic.

As soon as they stepped into the principal's office, which was restored to its original state, several people heard the Sorting Hat's complaints.

"Ah - it's almost suffocating me!"

Hermione blushed and put it back on the shelf.

"Could it be that--"

The twins were so stunned by her that they stopped talking.

"Please take a seat." Dumbledore conjured seven chairs around the big table.

Vincent put the Sword of Gryffindor back on the shelf first.

"Mr. Hat, you are very naughty~"

The Sorting Hat straightened up its wrinkles humanely, as if to express a small emotion of pride.

Hermione, who saw this scene in her eyes, looked back, "Professor, is that person really that person?"

"Yes." Dumbledore didn't care that she didn't dare to call him by his name.

In the magical world, not everyone has the courage to do this.

The name Voldemort has been imbued with tracking magic very early on.

Anyone who speaks out will be immediately informed of their location.

Vincent was not afraid at all.

He was in Hogwarts, and it didn't matter if he knew where he was.

"Professor, did you call him Tom just now?

Is this Voldemort's real name?"

Dumbledore waved his hand and conjured seven cups of hot tea, "Yes, he hates the name Tom very much."

Vincent thought of Old Tom from the Broken Ax Bar and a blue and white British shorthair cat named Tom.

No wonder it needs to be changed to a French name. This name is so common among wizards and Muggles. Tracking magic would probably have to light up the entire world map.

He took a sip of the hot tea and found that the dizzy feeling in his brain was slowly disappearing.

This effect is even better than that of Baffy's Brain Refresher.

Watching him drink it in small sips, the five children also took a sip.

Warm and very comfortable.

"The elves are really good at their craftsmanship!"

"Oh, these are not made by them." Dumbledore did not arouse their curiosity, "I asked Severus to make these freshly."

"Pfft--" The twins tilted their heads and spat out everything they had just drank.

Are you sure there is no poison in the stuff that Old Bat made?

Vincent didn't react much, he just thought of Snape's identity as Potions Master.

This profession may seem like a waste of money, but in fact you can earn quite a lot of money.

There were so many Acromantulas in the auditorium today, and the venom alone could probably be sold for ten to twenty thousand Galleons.

"Professor, I remembered that there are still important things to do!"

Dumbledore, with a calm face, waved his hand and conjured up a plate of delicate candies.

"Severus was very happy just now and said that he would personally send them back to the Forbidden Forest."

Even Hermione looked a little unhappy.

No wonder you are so kind, it turns out you made a lot of money.

Vincent drank the hot tea worth several thousand galleons in one gulp.

Then he slumped down on the back of the chair and stared at the ceiling with some confusion.

If Quirrell did something like this, he might have to squat in Azkaban until he died.

He wondered if Snape would let his guard down,

All he knows is that there are a lot of good things in the Batcave.

When the twins saw him suddenly sitting upright again, they both smiled knowingly at the same time.

Hermione knew something was about to happen.

Even Cedric and Rove, who had "simple" thoughts, vaguely understood something.

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