This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The four people on the other side didn't behave themselves, and Quirrell didn't intend to behave themselves either.

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 coming out. 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 barrier of the Iron Armor Curse 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 recognize 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, turned back to the clod of soil after changing her clothes back into a sports suit.

She is small, but not as tall as them.

Instead of relaxing, think about how to get out.

This lump of soil pointing straight upward should have been produced by a powerful transformation technique.

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 studious, she was finally able to learn 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 always stared 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 all weapons capable of killing people.

He sat blankly for a while, then 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 this 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 you can't even sense is a master of Occlumency. "

"Oh, the guy dressed as a bat——"

Quirrell felt the anger transfer to the back of his head, and he 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.

"Pah--"

Quirrell, who was walking forward instinctively, was tripped by the small rope again.

Before his big face left the marble floor, a bottle of potion that was as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark night poured down on him.

"Sizzle--"

The fluorescent green liquid, as if corrosive, was eating away at the black cloak on his back bit by bit.

"Idiot! Get rid of it!"

The big face on the back of his head had already touched the liquid.

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

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

"Master, you--"

"Shut up, go get the healing potion!"

Enduring the pain in his back, Quirrell, who was limping, came to the stairs with difficulty.

As soon as he went down one step, his right leg hurt so much.

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

"Trash doesn't deserve preferential treatment."

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

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

One step, two steps.

He finally arrived at the school hospital, his eyes instantly filled with hope.

But tragedy always lingered around him.

The entire hospital lacked even a few materials, let alone treatment potions.

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

"Go to the dungeon and find all those materials!" The ugly face with green pustules swelled up, and his eyes were as angry as if he wanted to kill someone.

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

"Pig, who else could he be if not Batman just now!"

Quirrell dragged his body full of holes and walked towards the stairs little by little.

There are two known masters of brain occlusion in Hogwarts.

One is the unreasonable Dumbledore.

The other is a loyal but betrayed Death Eater, Severus Snape.

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