This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Chapter 71 Voldemort escapes three times

The Fat Lady at the end of the corridor on the eighth floor was very angry.

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

Her eyes widened with anger, and the four people who had just cleaned the corridor on the fourth floor felt very upset.

"Forget about you two little rascals -

Vincent, why didn't you stop them?"

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

"They definitely won't listen!" The Fat Lady moved her big eyes over, "We are Gryffindor, little lions who won't listen to advice unless they are beaten black and blue."

"Puff -" Vincent laughed very unkindly.

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

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

Second, any Gryffindor student who goes out at night must accept the secret observation of the four of them.

"You are sensible." The Fat Lady opened the door.

Vincent walked in very openly under three pairs of strange eyes.

"Quirrell came out of the dungeon." George spread the Marauder's Map on a table.

Snape, who had been following behind, was still wandering in the dungeon.

"He was able to get rid of the old bat!" Fred couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

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

"Run away?" Hermione suddenly raised her head and scanned the three people who were a little scared one by one.

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

Of course he knew why.

The thing stolen from Gringotts has not yet been put into the Mirror of Erised by Dumbledore.

"On July 31, all the big pages reported our family."

Vincent added, as if intentionally or unintentionally, "I remember there was a piece of news hidden in a small corner on the back of the newspaper that day."

"Was it our Lord Fudge who was dragged to the alley--"

George, 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 said that Gringotts was invaded."

Vincent cooperated and gave a look of sudden enlightenment.

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

"Yes." 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 small news from more than a month ago was already amazing enough, but I didn't expect that they could be linked together.

"The one who can make Professor Dumbledore do this must be a very close friend of his."

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

"It is really difficult to screen the network of relationships."

"If someone can make Quirrell take the risk to invade Gringotts, he is definitely not an ordinary person."

"That can rule out a lot of people."

Looking at the two people who were getting more and more excited, Fred and George felt that their IQ was crushed.

Obviously, their academic performance was quite good, so why couldn't they keep up with the thinking speed of these two?

"George, I finally understand why Hermione hated Vincent at the beginning."

"I feel the same way. I am beginning to hate them a little now."

If Vincent had the personality of Hermione, the three of them would not have become good friends on the train.

And if Hermione had the personality of Vincent, I am afraid she would have become a Gryffindor who is loved by everyone.

"Hurry up." Hermione pulled 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 to think about it, and then looked at the map.

"Why is he going outside the castle?"

The twins watched Quirrell's name approach the Forbidden Forest, and suddenly stared at Vincent in disbelief.

"What's the matter?"

"Did you expect this?"

George tapped the name that disappeared in the Forbidden Forest with his index finger, "Dude, 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.

"Quirrel was injured, and he was defeated by Snape again..."

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

"Hagrid will be angry."

"No, at least they are not floating on the outermost."

Vincent suddenly woke up and thought of a silver-white unicorn.

If nothing unexpected happened, it would be killed tonight.

But now there is smoke floating into the Forbidden Forest, and the magical creatures may have to migrate deeper.

Is this luck?

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

As soon as he approached, he was choked and his eyes and nose were running.

"Cough cough——"

The violent coughing made him slip and he almost fell into the lake.

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

The back of his head was shining green in the moonlight, and half of his face had grown a dozen fist-sized pustules.

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

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

The tears streaming down his face might 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 run away three times?"

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

"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, stop wishing that he could 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 spoke lightly.