This Hogwarts is not normal

Quirinus Quirrell is a half-blood wizard.

Not only did he stutter when speaking, his body also shook frequently, as if he was about to faint at any time.

The long scarf wrapped around the back of the head was, according to the twins, greasier than Snape's hair.

All in all, even if Vincent didn't know the plot of the first movie, he felt like there was something seriously wrong with this guy.

There is no better place to travel than to Albania, where dark wizards are prevalent.

When I came back, I was all nervous, and I even deliberately wore a very questionable long scarf.

Vincent, who held his breath for more than a minute, surrendered.

The bald socket man will definitely enjoy it.

No, this man has no nose.

"No wonder……"

"What's the wonder?"

"Do you think there's something wrong with Professor Quirrell?"

Neville nodded and then shook his head, "He is more normal than Professor Snape."

"Really?" Vincent held his breath again.

Unknowingly, the three of them were all imitating the same thing.

"What are you doing?" Harry walked over and quickly covered his nose.

Ron next to him didn't even dare to open his mouth, "This tastes really exciting!"

He could smell this smell from a long distance, and Quirrell was afraid it wasn't made of garlic.

"Merlin's gas mask!" Vincent said and stuck his head out the window.

After taking a deep breath, he held his breath again.

"So why do we have to arrive so early?" James complained and stuck his head out the window.

Alfred pointed at Vincent, whose face was red from holding back, "It's you, everything is because of you!"

"Stop talking, class will start soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of lion cubs came over.

Then the little snakes came too.

Including Hermione, these people came prepared.

"Humph, stupid." Draco walked over arrogantly.

The six people who stayed behind gathered up their courage and strode towards the classroom where the smell of garlic came from.

Still in the first row, there are still only six seats left.

Ever since the first Transfiguration class, this position has been the default rule.

Soon after class started, Seamus, who was in the second row, raised his right hand high.

"Professor, how on earth did you defeat the resurrected zombie?"

Quirrell's face turned slightly red and he turned to look out the window, "The weather is very good today."

Vincent, who had become accustomed to the smell of garlic and no longer held his breath, also raised his hand.

"Please, Mr. Wayne."

"Professor, who is the African prince who gave you the scarf?

My dad used to frequent activities there, maybe he will know me."

"Ah, well..." Quirrell hesitated, rolled his eyes, and suddenly said a long and unintelligible sentence.

"ovuvuevuevue uetuve wuvelei libago wumayikabigayi yobayeong epulu peng puevepuveno yibaye bobuleibuleibuleidobulei."

???

The students in the audience were stunned.

Quirrell on the stage was full of pride, "That's his name. I should remember it correctly."

Vincent sat back neatly.

He was sure that the possessed professor was deliberately pretending to be a ghost.

The reason is unknown, but it must have something to do with the bald socket man.

"Professor, are vampires really afraid of garlic?"

"Of course, they'll stay away from the garlic smell."

"So there are vampires at Hogwarts?"

"Well - this is just my personal preference."

Vincent, like Bruce, was tapping out clues from the side throughout the class.

Even if Quirrell did encounter a very scary vampire, it would be impossible for him to dare to come to Hogwarts.

And the excuse of garlic is really overused.

It's like deliberately creating a feeling that makes others feel like there's something wrong with them.

"Dumbledore cannot be without suspicion, so the reason why he dared to hire Quirrell is probably because..."

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Vincent, who was recalling the plot of the movie in the second half of the class, finally connected all the clues together.

Dumbledore knew there was something wrong with Quirrell, and Quirrell knew that Dumbledore knew there was something wrong with him.

Dumbledore is not afraid that Quirrell will find the Philosopher's Stone, and Quirrell is not afraid that Dumbledore will know that he is looking for the Philosopher's Stone.

Dumbledore didn't know what was hidden in the turban, and Quirrell didn't know why Dumbledore didn't ask him what was hidden in the turban.

Summary: Dumbledore is setting up a trap, and Quirrell is deliberately showing that there is something wrong with him.

It will take time to verify these speculations.

After class, Vincent actually felt that even the air was much fresher.

No matter whether Quirrell is good or bad, his plan is always for the Sorcerer's Stone and Harry.

If Dumbledore is the one who set up the chess game, Harry, who is responsible for guarding the Sorcerer's Stone, is a pawn.

Quirrell's subsequent performance was as close as kicking open the door to the principal's office, pointing at Dumbledore's crooked nose and shouting that there was something wrong with him.

Unless the hidden bald socket man can show up after taking the initiative to jump into the chess game, nothing will change.

"Vincent, what are you thinking about?"

"No, I'm looking forward to the flying lesson in the afternoon."

"When you say that, I'm starting to look forward to it."

Ron, who was sitting opposite and cooking, swallowed the food in his mouth, "I once rode Charlie's old broom and almost hit a hang glider."

Vincent subconsciously glanced at the Slytherin table, only to find that his golden retriever student was absent from lunch.

"So this is why I feel so happy today..."

He knocked on the empty plates in front of him one by one, and ordered a delicious and delicious Hogwarts-style lunch.

Under the eyes of several pairs of surprised eyes, he quickly solved them all.

Seamus, who was about to brag about his broom riding experience, could only give him a thumbs up.

They all thought that the most delicious person in the first grade would be Ron.

Vincent, who was now hesitant to knock a third time, finally made them understand what it meant to have someone else outside.

"I have flying lessons later, so it's better not to eat too much."

After folding his napkin, Vincent realized that many people were looking at him.

"What's wrong? Is it weird that you feel better?"

"No - not surprising." Neville looked down at the empty plate in front of him that had already been eaten.

"Ding ding——"

Not only did he feel that he was still hungry, but everyone who paid attention to Vincent thought so.

"Hey, I ate too much. I'll wait for you..."

Vincent obediently shut his mouth as everyone stared at him.

He didn't know if he would vomit while riding a broomstick, but he knew that if he said the words, he would die socially on the spot.

"Tsk, even those Muggle fighter jets can't catch up with me on a broomstick——"

The only person who could brag so exaggeratedly was Draco, who had just walked into the auditorium.

He was even in a better mood than Vincent, "I just rode a broom for the first time, and those Muggles who fly fighter jets can only follow me and eat dust."

Crabbe and Goyle immediately shouted in agreement.

"Wow, Draco, you are so talented!"

"The school does not allow first-year students to join the Quidditch team. It is really a precious loss!"

As the saying goes, there can be no waves without wind.

These three people are making such a big fuss, they must be planning something.

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