This Hogwarts is not normal

The four people on the other side did not obey the rules, and Quirrell had no intention of obeying the rules.

His greatest reliance is the second Dark Lord, who makes the entire magical world so frightened that they can't even name him.

But even without the other party possessing him, he himself is a powerful wizard.

He didn't hear any spells being uttered. He just raised the alder wand casually, creating a translucent shield-like barrier before the bullets and spells hit him.

"Pah - pah -"

Quirrell's eyes were full of doubts, and he looked at Batman who took out a long silver object from his belt with his left hand and continued to shoot small flames with his right hand.

"Pah, pah, pah—"

The golden metal bullets hit the Iron Armor Curse's barrier one after another.

"Trash!" An extremely angry voice sounded in Quirrell's mind.

How to get out without being exposed?

Yes, seeing that the defense of the Iron Armor Curse was about to be broken, he no longer wanted to provoke the four people on the opposite side.

Even if you disobey orders, you must leave here as soon as possible.

"My noble master, I am doing this for your resurrection plan!"

Quirrell muttered silently in his heart and pressed his wand hard on the ground.

The thick clods of earth rising rapidly under his feet took him diagonally toward the trap door above.

"Don't go!"

The continuous curses issued by the four people below failed to interrupt his departure.

"He actually ran away."

"Yes, he ran away."

"Why?"

"Who knows." Vincent spread his hands and took off the helmet he was wearing.

According to the character of the dark wizard, revenge is inevitable.

Even if he was afraid of Dumbledore, he would not leave so neatly.

George tapped the tights on his body with his wand and turned it back into his original casual clothes.

"Seriously, why does my place look so big?"

Fred coughed lightly, "My brother, don't forget that dad caught you and beat you twice."

It's not surprising for family members to admit twins who look exactly the same.

"I hate Dad!" George touched his big buttocks, "Why can't he tell us apart?"

Hermione, whose face was covered with black lines, changed her clothes back into a sports suit, then turned and walked towards the clod of soil.

She is small, but not as tall as them.

Instead of relaxing, think about how to get out.

This block of soil pointing straight upward should have been produced by powerful deformation.

In just two or three seconds, Quirrell was not as simple as he seemed.

"Do you think he will step on the trap outside the corridor?"

Her question received three unanimous responses.

I was hit just now, can I still miss it now?

Vincent gently tapped the long clod of earth with his wand, "I guess we'll have to get this thing almost before dawn."

It is narrowing millimeter by millimeter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is there nothing we can do?" George stood in front of it sadly, "If we go out now, we might have a chance to catch him."

"Yes." Vincent smiled evilly and made a mysterious mouth gesture.

"Vincent's Theorem?" Hermione was very curious about this, "What is this? Is it a magic theory you invented?"

Being modest and eager to learn, she was finally able to understand the content of this mysterious theorem under the gaze of three strange eyes.

Vincent has a talent, that is, success can only be a complete success, and failure can only be a complete failure.

"Did you know he blew up a wall?" George gestured, "Fred and I were so scared that we were dumbfounded."

"Afterwards, Filch thought it was us and kept staring at me and George in broad daylight."

Hermione quietly stepped aside, "Can this theorem be blown up?"

"I haven't tried it." Vincent weighed his wand with both hands, "Do you want to try it now?"

"No!" X3

The three extremely frightened faces made him shrug with regret, "This is a good opportunity to practice silent spells."

Looking at this innocent face, the three of them silently clenched the wands in their hands.

"Brother, just take a rest."

"We'll get it done."

"Don't come here."

Vincent, who looked a little depressed, came to the ground near the batarang.

Although they were created using transformation techniques, they are still weapons capable of killing people.

He sat blankly for a while and suddenly turned his attention to the door next to him.

The twins and Hermione were all concentrating on removing the long clod of earth blocking the trap door.

"Click——"

None of the three noticed that he had left.

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not long ago.

Quirrell dragged his limping right leg and left the room at the end of the corridor.

While he was walking as fast as possible, he was still giving his own explanations in his mind.

"Master, Dumbledore must have suspected it for a long time. The four children just now are the best proof."

"Quirinas, I know what you want to do—"

"My master, how dare I do such a thing?

The Batman that even you can't perceive is definitely a master of Occlumency."

"Oh, the guy dressed as a bat——"

Quirrell felt the anger transfer to the back of his head, and was very happy to clear his mind.

How could someone who could be the Dark Lord not know Legilimency?

Even without eye contact, this person can clearly sense the breath of all living creatures nearby.

"Crack-"

Quirrell, who was walking forward based on instinct, tripped over the small rope again.

Before his big face could even leave the marble floor, a bottle of potion, as conspicuous as fireflies in the dark night, was poured down on him.

"Chichi——"

The fluorescent green liquid seemed to be corrosive, biting away at the black cloak on the back.

"Idiot! Throw it away quickly!"

The big cheek on the back of the head has been exposed to these liquids.

Quirrell, whose neck was burning, quickly took off his cloak.

But even so, this twisted and ugly face was still dyed half green.

"Master, you——"

"Shut up and go get the healing potion!"

Enduring the pain in his back, the lame Quirrell struggled to reach the stairs.

As soon as he stepped down a step, his right leg hurt terribly.

"Master, I need to take out the things inside first."

“Trash doesn’t deserve preferential treatment.”

Quirrell, feeling so cold inside, simply took off his entire robe.

If he had used less mana just now, he could have healed his thigh by himself.

One step, two steps.

When he finally arrived at the school hospital, his eyes were filled with hope.

However, tragedy always haunts him.

The entire hospital lacks even a few materials, not to mention treatment potions.

But the burning pain in the back of his head reminded him of what happened all the time.

"Go to the dungeon and find all those materials!" The ugly face was covered with green pustules, and his eyes were so angry that he looked like he wanted to kill someone.

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"My lord, isn't Snape in there?"

"Pig, the Batman just now is not who he is!"

Quirrell dragged his body, which was full of holes, towards the stairs little by little.

There are two known Occlumency Masters at Hogwarts.

One is the unreasonably strong Dumbledore.

The other was a Death Eater who was loyal but seemed to have betrayed him, Severus Snape.

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