This Hogwarts is not normal

As the Dark Lord who terrorizes the British Isles, Voldemort has had a difficult life recently.

Escape from Batman, escape from Snape, and can't even get to the Forbidden Forest.

Endure the nausea and use iodophor to wash the wound. Quirrell didn't read the instructions and just started using it.

But the most miserable thing is that he can only vent in his mind.

"My master, please bear with me for a few more days."

"Quirinas, of course I have enough patience.

It’s just that your current body doesn’t allow time to drag on for too long.”

Voldemort was quite easy to communicate with when he wasn't angry.

But Quirrell was always trembling in the office.

He used diluted iodine and carefully cleaned the back of his head with his back to the mirror.

"Master, I know my physical condition very well."

Black magic is corroding this scarred body day by day.

In another month or so, if we fail to use unicorn blood to fight fire with fire, we may be completely doomed.

Voldemort in the mirror grinned, "In about half a month, your body won't be able to support it anymore."

Quirrell's hand shook, and he almost poked a pustule with the cotton tweezers.

"I will not disappoint you again, Master."

After half a month, the gunshot wound on the leg was probably healed.

The precise timing proves that the so-called patience is nothing but an excuse for intimidation.

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The potions lesson that traumatizes the little lions comes again.

Snape, who had been sitting in the classroom early, tapped his fingertips on the desk with great impatience.

This rhythmic frequency made the five people who arrived early feel anxious.

"Very well, our famous Mr. Potter is late again."

Harry was about to say something before the time came, so he got up and walked over quickly.

"If your hands are not clean, do you think you can handle potions casually?"

Ron, who was not the main target of the attack, was about to explain something when Harry quietly tugged on his school robe.

Filch's method of torturing people is not very clever, but he has many tricks.

Even if the two of them clean the trophy room as quickly as possible, Snape can still find countless reasons to deduct points.

"Potter and Weasley, 10 points each."

As soon as Seamus and Dean walked in, they were stared at by him with chills all over their bodies.

"Finigan, Thomas, you're late."

"Professor, we didn't..."

"You want to quibble?"

Seamus closed his mouth tightly.

In Snape's class, it was best to keep your tail between your legs.

It is commonplace for someone to contradict a professor or something.

But such a strong fighting power has never shaken anyone.

After Vincent brewed a perfect potion, Snape coldly said, "I can only make it according to the textbook contents".

It's not like he hasn't thought about changing the proportions of the formula.

But I've been very busy lately, so busy that I don't even have time for night trips.

The twins had already announced that they were going to break off their relationship, and he had been sorting out his previous papers on transfiguration, struggling to squeeze out some time from his full schedule to practice the Disguise Charm.

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Half of his body is not strong enough to go to the Forbidden Forest alone.

Out of sight and out of mind, Snape simply pretended that this person didn't exist.

Oh, and Hermione.

Ever since she was deducted 5 points in the first class, she would never stand up or speak before the other party nodded.

And Potions class was the only place where Draco didn't dare to be arrogant.

"Malfoy, you have to make another batch before get out of class ends."

Snape stayed away from this ugly "failure" in disgust.

"Yes, Professor."

Draco was very obedient.

He couldn't understand why his dean always allowed him to enjoy the same treatment as Harry.

So after class, he wrote to old Malfoy for help.

The reply was very quick and it arrived that evening.

However, after Draco read it, he became even more confused.

Snape was not a fair and just person, but he also had a clear distinction between love and hate.

It is not surprising that Harry drove Voldemort away, but for the son of his good friend, it can only be explained by some disguised spurring.

He covered his face with the quilt and fell asleep thinking about it.

kitchen.

Vincent, who had had a late-night snack for the first time in a long time, stopped under the reluctant eyes of the twins.

"Stop trying to persuade me. Wait until I fully learn the Disguise Curse."

George slumped in front of him as if he had been abandoned, "Vincent, did you agree to accompany us to the end of the world?"

"I never said that."

"You do!" Fred wiped the corners of his eyes, "Do you know how I got here in the past five days?"

Vincent glanced at Hermione who was quietly eating tomato and egg noodles.

"Well - chatting with the door knocker is quite interesting."

"No!" George stood up, "Did you know that she can already cover one arm with the Disguise Charm?"

"have no idea."

"Do you know that her fighting prowess has already caught up with ours?"

"have no idea."

Vincent, who had a cold face throughout the whole process, had no idea what they were thinking.

If you stay with such a hard-working genius for a long time, you will feel the pressure no matter how hard you work.

"She didn't call you to join her?"

"It's just uncomfortable not to be like this."

He took out the small black notebook that recorded his itinerary and said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, so just get up later."

The twins cheered, and Hermione finished the last sip of soup.

“Where to explore tonight?”

"Fifth floor!"

Fred smiled and approached Vincent, "Man, you will never guess what we found there."

"It can't be the Philosopher's Stone anyway."

"You will definitely be scared." George opened the kitchen door, "Hermione was so scared that she even dropped the book."

"I didn't!" She strode forward.

"Just admit it~"

She chased him all the way.

Vincent was a little confused, "What on earth is it?"

Fred smiled mysteriously, "You'll know when we get there~"

To make the twins work hard to get away with it, the thing on the fifth floor must be very special.

In other words, in today's Hogwarts Castle, it is the most precious item second only to the Sorcerer's Stone.

"Oh, it's boring~" Fred stopped in front of an abandoned classroom.

The door was open, and Hermione and George should have gone in.

Vincent walked into the classroom at his signal.

With the moonlight shining in from the window, you can see both of them standing in front of an ordinary mirror.

The curved frame at the top is also engraved with an inscription:

［erised straeh ruoy tub ecaf ruoy t on wohs i】

Reading it backwards means:

[What I show is not your face but your desire]

Vincent understood why the Mirror of Erised had not been placed in the room on the fourth floor.

Dun Bullydo, the spiritual mentor, hasn't had a heart-to-heart talk with Harry yet.

"It allows us to see the most urgent and strongest desires deep in our hearts." Hermione looked away from the mirror.

George smiled and turned around, "Would you like to guess what we saw?"

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