This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Although they wanted to eavesdrop in the principal's office, the six little wizards knew it was impossible.

"Why don't you have some useful eavesdropping props?"

"Because there is animagus."

"Not everyone can do this."

The twins rolled their eyes at the four people and said that they would invent an eavesdropping artifact in the near future.

"Come on." Compared with this, Vincent was more interested in animagus.

"It has a high threshold, at least you need to have a deep understanding of human body transformation." Rolf briefly introduced the steps.

Just holding a single leaf of mandrake in your mouth for a whole month has already discouraged the twins who love to joke.

The conditions of full moon, dew, and rainstorm are simple.

"What if your will is not strong enough?"

"Then you will be trapped in the animal form forever and can never change back to a human body."

Vincent smacked his lips.

Rita's vain personality traits,

unexpectedly turned into a very low-key little beetle.

As for McGonagall's tabby cat, it fits the characteristics of being cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

"Snape is gone."

When he returned to the office in the dungeon, several lights were lit up in the hall again.

"Quirrell is too cunning, can we make him reveal the truth?"

"I bet there will be a lot of rumors about the old bat being a mysterious man tomorrow."

Fred and George's confident faces seemed to imply that there must be something even if there is nothing.

"Come on, he is in the same group with us." Vincent felt uncomfortable being stared at by the two.

"Well,

Just take it as revenge for him deducting so many points from us.

"That's right! "

Hermione shook her head helplessly.

The longer she hung out with them,

the more she dared to ignore the many school rules that should have been hanging over her head.

"It's not a violation of the school rules if you're not caught..."

She had begun to accept such excuses.

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After Quirrell had a good sleep,

he felt as refreshed as a new life.

Voldemort actually praised him last night.

Although he started cursing again when Dumbledore showed up, it was a good start.

He, Quirinus Quirrell, finally stood up.

With Snape, a person who was more suspicious than himself, he would have an easy time in the next two weeks.

However, after a big rise, there is often a big fall.

"Wayne? What are you doing here?"

Vincent glanced at the restored office, "I heard that you had a fight with Professor Snape last night.

So, I'm here to care about you, professor. "

Voldemort didn't understand what he was going to do, and neither did Quirrell.

Care - bullshit!

Vincent, who smiled harmlessly, must have been up to something again.

Unfortunately, today's Quirrell is no longer the Quirrell of yesterday.

"Wayne, I'm busy."

"Okay.

Vincent touched the wooden door frame inconspicuously, "Then I'll go back first~"

Looking at his decisive back, Quirrell shook his head subconsciously.

"Master,

I can't think of what he's going to do."

"Quirinus,

Don't worry about this mudblood first--"

The reason why Dumbledore called Quirrell and Snape over last night was very simple,

just didn't want to see the two professors fighting again.

Well,

no matter day or night.

But in these few minutes,

Voldemort found something unusual in the office.

The sword of Gryffindor was gone, and there was a faint trace of powerful magic.

It doesn't belong to people or magic props, it's as quiet as nature.

"Master, this is most likely a trap."

"We have no choice, Quirinus--"

Quirrell knew it was time for him to prepare something.

He returned to the office and just as he closed the door, a wisp of black smoke came out from the place where Vincent had touched.

It emitted high temperatures, as if it was burning the door frame.

Soon, a small flame jumped out.

"Oh no, Professor Quirrell's office is on fire!"

Two little badgers who "happened" to pass by opened their throats.

Quirrell was wondering when a burst of hurried footsteps sounded outside.

Four little lions with "heroic" faces ran out of the door and raised their wands at the fire at the same time.

"Clear water like a spring!" x4

A large pool of clear water came out of the tip of each of their wands.

"Yes, we have to put out the fire first!"

Two honest little badgers also joined in.

As soon as Quirrell opened the door, he was drenched from head to toe by the clear water.

"You guys--"

Vincent moved his wand over, "Professor, be careful!"

Quirrell was very angry when the water poured down his face.

As soon as he put his hand into his robe, Fred and George pointed their wands at his feet.

It wasn't slippery, but it was very uncomfortable.

"Da Da Da Da--" Filch ran over.

Quirrell pulled out his wand as if he saw the dawn, "Argus, you're just in time--"

"Ah--" Vincent fell down, holding his chest.

Although the twins' postures were a bit exaggerated, they fell down at roughly the same time as him.

Cedric and Rolf were a bit awkward, and they actually lay down in slow motion.

As for Hermione, anyone who came would know that it was a fake fall.

Filch was a little confused, "Professor Quirrell, what's going on?"

The moment he heard about the fire, he rushed from the administrator's office on the first floor to the third floor.

He didn't see the fire, but the door frame was indeed black and couldn't be washed away with water.

"I didn't do it!" Quirrell pulled Vincent's arm anxiously.

"Ah - it hurts -"

This scream frightened him and hurriedly let go of his hand.

Filch looked at the twins, and then at the other four good students with excellent character and academic performance.

He was about to say something in confusion, and the students who heard the noise gathered around one after another.

Before he could look over with his sharp eyes, Quirrell raised his hands high.

"It really wasn't me."

An Eagle Academy student patted the shoulder of the student next to him and pouted at the alder wand.

Although Fred and George were always naughty, they were actually very enthusiastic.

Not to mention the remaining four.

Should I believe Quirrell or them?

The answer was clearly revealed in the eyes of the students who were watching the excitement.

"I-I-" Quirrell, who was speechless, felt very aggrieved.

Not only was he framed for no reason, but Vincent, who was below, also made a lip gesture behind everyone's back.

[You're done...]

This group of people is here to throw dirty water on him!

Although it was actually clean water, it was enough to reverse his image again.

Professor Quirrell, who seemed bright and beautiful on the surface, would actually do such a vicious thing to good students after giving his students a good "lesson".

Even if there were few people who believed him, he didn't think that this matter would end here.

"No-it wasn't the professor who did it." Vincent sat up, holding his stomach, and looked at the alder wand above with horror.

Oh, he didn't do it.

That means he moved the wand.

He acted even more aggrieved than Quirrell, "We-we fell accidentally."

It was a bit rough, but most people often don't have the interest to dig out the truth.

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