This Hogwarts is not normal

After Quirrell knocked out the troll arranged by himself, he came to Snape's level.

He walked to the table with seven small bottles and took the parchment in his hand.

[Danger is in front of you, safety is behind you.

There are two of us who can help you.

Drink them, one will lead you forward, the other will send you back to where you came from.

Two contained nettle wine.

Three are killers, waiting in line.

Take your pick, unless you want to be stuck here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunningly poisons hide, they are actually on the left side of nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are not clear.

If you want to move forward, none of them will work for you;

Third, you will find that the bottles are of different sizes, and there is no death hidden in the giants and dwarfs;

Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although they look different, they taste the same.]

"Boring logic questions——"

The voice in Quirrell's head was very impatient.

Last week, when Filch was taking away some small snakes, he met the cute little Lu Wei.

What should I do? Sneak into Snape's office.

If you drink three large bottles of Living Hell Decoction, you will probably be able to sleep until dawn.

Devil's Net? Very simple.

The key is a bit difficult, mainly because I'm not familiar with it and can't use the summoning spell.

Wizard's chess was okay, but I played it for more than half an hour.

As for knocking out giant monsters, he has always been very good at it.

"My noble master, Dumbledore will definitely cast powerful magic."

Quirrell picked up the smallest bottle, "Of course, he will not be your opponent - yes, I will drink it right now."

He took a small sip, then took another sip when he felt it wasn't enough.

Putting down the remaining two-thirds of the bottle, he slowly walked toward the black flames ahead.

The next moment, he appeared in a large empty house.

"let me see--"

Quirrell carefully opened his cloak and slowly took off the long scarf covering his forehead.

When the last section fell, there was an ugly, distorted face on the back of his head.

Cruel, cold eyes slowly scanned the entire room.

"Oh, it's still in your hands, Dumbledore..."

There are no traces of magic here, and there is no mechanism to hide the magic stone.

Although it is early, it is not without gain.

"My noble master, I will definitely be faster next time."

"Even so-"

The big face on the back of his head smiled ferociously, "There is a unicorn in that forest, and I need its blood."

Quirrell agreed with trepidation.

Any black magic requires a price to use.

The three unforgivable curses will gradually change your personality.

And the price of magic that can be attached to a living person in the state of soul will naturally not be low.

But Quirrell, who had not drunk the potion and was teleported back, had a complicated expression at this moment.

After dispersing a large group of winged keys, he raised his hand and pushed open the door.

He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice that there was only a small rope as thin as his hair lying outside.

"Crack-"

He fell to the ground.

What's even more sad is that there happened to be a few darts stuck there.

The four figures in the corner were all so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

At this level, you still want to leave Hogwarts after taking something?

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Quirrell, who was lying on the ground and laughing maniacally, forced himself to stand up with his hands on his body.

The wounds pierced by batarangs looked particularly oozing in the weak light.

"Dumbledore, can you finally bear it?"

He held his wand high, and his big face under his cloak was full of excitement.

But before the excitement lasted long, a small black thing flew over.

"You have fallen, Dumbledore!"

The alder wand in his hand was drawn forward with force.

After a "bang" sound, the crushed object released a large amount of smoke.

The skin on the back of the hand that comes into contact with them turns red instantly.

Quirrell, who was in pain, quickly tightened his grip on the wand.

"Idiot, that's not Dumbledore -

Get out quickly, there are three of them!"

At the same time as the voice rang in his mind, he quickly bent over and rolled outwards.

"Snapped--"

After being surrounded by smoke, another small object fell nearby.

Quirrell's big, red face looked extremely flustered under his cloak.

If he is not afraid of Dumbledore, what is he afraid of?

"Escape quickly!

Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking!”

This angry roar drove him to draw his wand in front of him.

As if there is an invisible suction force, all the nearby smoke is concentrated on the tip of the stick.

"It's actually a silent spell——"

The deep voice from the other side made him frown subconsciously.

Even though he said it under his breath, it sounded familiar.

"Illusion Curse!"

This shout disrupted Quirrell's thinking.

Reciting a mantra? There is no need to recite the Illusion Body Mantra.

Before he could shake off the smoke from his wand, he heard a very violent roar.

"Damn, there's actually another one——"

After the voice in his mind flashed away, he flew to the left in a very unwizard way.

The red light that exploded on the floor picked up a few small fragments.

Quirrell quickly stood up and lit up his wand, finally able to see clearly the four people opposite him.

The leader was wearing a dark gray tights and a black cape, a black half-face helmet with sharp horns on both sides of his head, and a very conspicuous bat pattern printed on his chest.

The one on the left is dressed in black, wearing a bat-shaped eyepatch on his face, and has a blue line on his chest that extends to his shoulders.

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The one on the right is wearing a red coat, yellow cloak, black eye mask, shoulder sleeves, gloves and boots all green, and there is a yellow letter "R" on the left chest.

The one at the end is wearing a black tights, an eye patch connected to the two cat ears on his head, and a small section of claws on the tips of his hands.

Quirrell was a little confused.

Compared with the other side, the black cloak he wore was as simple as if he had just walked out of a ravine.

"who are you?"

"Batman."

"Nightwing."

"Robin."

"Catwoman."

Catwoman at the end, her tone was a bit reluctant.

After hearing the names of the four people, Quirrell was trembling all over.

If you want to fool people, just tell them, what are you doing with all this stuff?

"Knock them out, starting from the middle -"

He didn't have time to think about why the voice sounded fearful, and he aimed at Batman in the middle and raised the alder wand in his hand.

But the other party was one step faster.

"Heh, I don't even have a wand—"

Is it possible that someone as tall as a fourth-year student can still cast spells without a staff?

However, in the empty right hand opposite him, a small flame popped out from the palm of his hand.

Quirrell's pupils shrank instantly, and he could clearly see a small yellow peanut-shaped object shooting towards him at an extremely fast speed.

"Puff——"

He was shot in the thigh!

The big grinning face under the cloak glared ferociously towards the opposite side.

"Collapsed——"

"Quickly imprison——"

"There are many obstacles -"

Quirrell heard three curses sounded at the same time from the opposite side, and began to curse all kinds of things in his heart.

Even if you bring Muggle weapons, you still have to fight four against one.

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