This Hogwarts is not normal

The fat lady at the end of the corridor on the eighth floor was very angry.

Eight students sneaked out in one night, and four of them were caught directly by Filch.

Her big, angry eyes made the four people who didn't catch her feel aggrieved.

"Forget it you two little rascals——

Vincent, why don't you stop them?"

Hermione raised her little head aggrievedly, "Madam, I have said this many times, but they still don't listen to my advice."

"They will definitely not listen to advice!" The fat lady moved her big eyes, "We are Gryffindor, little lions who will not listen to advice until we are beaten to the point of being bruised and bruised."

"Pfft--" Vincent laughed unkindly.

Before his big eyes moved back, he made a sincere promise.

First, the four little lions who were caught will definitely learn lessons in the future.

Secondly, any Gryffindor student who goes out at night must be secretly observed by the four of them.

"You know the truth." The fat lady opened the door.

Under three pairs of strange eyes, Vincent walked in calmly.

"Querrell has come out of the dungeon." George spread the Marauder's Map on a table.

Snape, who had been following behind just now, was still wandering around the dungeon.

"He can actually get rid of the old bat!" Fred couldn't help but marveled.

"In a sense, it's not that we are not strong enough, but that Quirrell ran away too fast."

"Escape?" Hermione suddenly raised her head, her eyes scanning the three people who were frightened one by one.

"Vincent, do you remember the first time you were in the newspaper?"

Of course he knew the reason.

The item stolen from Gringotts has not yet been placed in the Mirror of Erised by Dumbledore.

"On July 31, all major pages will report on our family."

Vincent seemed to add intentionally or unintentionally, "On the back of the newspaper that day, I remember there was a piece of news hidden in a small corner."

"Did our Lord Fudge get pulled into an alley?"

George, who was stared at by two pairs of eyes, shut his mouth obediently.

"I knew you remembered it." Hermione said her hypothesis with a serious face, "The news was about Gringotts being invaded."

Vincent responded with a look of realization.

"Are you trying to say that the one who invaded Gringotts might be Quirrell who escaped from under Snape's nose?"

"That's right." Hermione raised her chin slightly.

"If I were the owner, I would definitely put the things in Hogwarts, which is safer than Gringotts."

Fred and George stared at each other blankly.

I remember that the little news from almost a month ago was already powerful enough, but I didn’t expect that it could be connected together.

"The person who can ask Professor Dumbledore to do this must be a very good friend with him."

"But he knows almost all the famous wizards in the world."

“The network is really hard to sift through.”

"If Quirrell can take the risk of invading Gringotts, he will definitely not be an ordinary thing."

"That will eliminate a lot of people."

Seeing the two people getting more and more excited as they talked, both Fred and George felt like their IQs were being crushed.

Obviously their academic performance is quite good, why can't they keep up with the thinking speed of these two people?

"George, I finally understand why Hermione hated Vincent in the first place."

"I feel the same way, I'm starting to hate them a little now."

If Vincent had Hermione's personality, the three of them wouldn't have become good friends on the train.

And if Hermione had a personality like Vincent's, she would probably have become a beloved presence among Gryffindors.

"Come on." Hermione took Vincent's arm, "We have to go to the library!"

"It's almost two o'clock in the morning. How about going tomorrow?"

She stopped and thought for a moment, then focused her eyes on the map.

"What is he doing outside the castle?"

The twins looked at Quirrell's name getting closer to the Forbidden Forest, and suddenly they stared at Vincent in disbelief.

"What's the matter?"

"Did you expect this?"

George tapped his index finger on the name that disappeared in the Forbidden Forest, "Brother, you definitely chose the Astronomy Tower on purpose."

Vincent, whose scalp was numb from being stared at, was stunned for a moment, and then opened his mouth in an exaggerated manner.

"Quirrell was injured and suffered a defeat from Snape..."

Fred explained to Hermione who was confused, "The soap we gave Malfoy failed once before, and the smoke was blown into the Forbidden Forest by the wind."

"Hagrid will be angry."

"No, at least they're not floating outside."

Vincent suddenly woke up and remembered a certain silver-white unicorn.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will be attacked tonight.

But now that there is smoke drifting into the Forbidden Forest, not all magical creatures may have to migrate deeper.

Is this luck?

Just when Vincent was doubting himself, Quirrell had already arrived at the lake where unicorns lived.

As soon as he got close, he was choked with tears and runny nose.

"Ahem——"

A violent cough caused his feet to slip and he almost fell into the lake.

"Master, this is definitely Dumbledore's arrangement!"

The back of his head was so green that it glowed under the moonlight, and half of his face had already developed a dozen fist-sized pustules.

"Keep going deeper, it can't hide too far -"

With a bitter look on his face, Quirrell used magic to drive away the smoke and covered his nose and mouth with his cloak.

The tears streaming down his face may not all be from choking.

The deeper it goes, the more painful the wounds become.

"Master, if we continue forward, we will enter the tribe of centaurs."

"Quirinas, do you want me to escape a third time?"

Quirrell knelt on the ground in fear, "How dare I be humble and weak, but for your resurrection plan, we must beware of all abnormalities."

The big face on the back of his head narrowed his left eye that was not covered by the pustule, "You have always shown abnormalities to the outside world, Quirinas.

But, Dumbledore will definitely ignore it."

Quirrell stood up in a panic as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, "Why? Why hasn't he dealt with me all this time!"

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"Because I chose you."

The big ugly face sneered, "Our great Dumbledore will give everyone a chance.

I am like this, and so are you."

Realizing something, Quirrell lowered his hands in despair.

The alder wand stuck in the soil seemed to mean that he had given up all resistance.

"Quirinas, don't think too hard that he can help you.

The only one who can help you now is me, Voldemort who came back from hell!"

Quirrell, whose whole body was filled with fear, bit his tongue hard.

"My noble master, I will definitely get the magic stone to revive you."

Voldemort showed no expression and just said a word lightly.

"I've waited eleven years for you, Quirinus."

Quirrell turned around with a complicated expression and limped out of the Forbidden Forest.

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