This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Early on Sunday morning, two big things came out of Hogwarts.

The first thing is that Seamus, Dean, Ron and Harry, the four first-year little lions, each gloriously scored 30 points for Gryffindor House.

It is impossible to add so much. It is impossible to add so much before the end of the semester.

The second thing is that Professor Quirrell, who is very timid, met a mysterious man last night and was beaten so hard that he couldn't get out of bed.

"Who treated him?"

"Old Bat."

Vincent in the library smacked his lips, "He actually passed this level."

George said with a wicked smile on his face: "It is said that our Professor Quirrell is very scared and hugs Snape's thigh tightly and won't let go~"

"Quiet!"

The librarian, Mrs. Pince, immediately glared at him.

Fred, who was about to demonstrate, sat back angrily.

He leaned his face closer and said in a very low voice, "Does she look like a vulture? Even her cry is very similar."

Hermione also glared over, "This is the library, and loud noises are prohibited."

George pointed around and said, "Look, there is power everywhere here.

If you speak louder or accidentally soil a book, she will rush to you faster than Filch. "

Hermione, who was speechless, continued to read with her head down.

Mrs. Pince generally doesn't use magic very much, which makes many students mistakenly think that she is a squib like Filch.

But apart from this and the difference in gender, the two characters are quite similar to a certain extent.

"I'm sure both of them are just jealous that we can use magic freely."

Vincent turned to the next page of the tome "History of Magic" and said, "It is human nature to have little magical talent and are unwilling to live in a Muggle society. Only Hogwarts is willing to accept them.

"Are you sympathizing with them?"

"A little bit, but more out of emotion."

The Squib who was kicked out of the magic world, the only way to return is to rely on his descendants.

Wizards without magical talent can also only place their hope on future generations.

After all, there are only a handful of people who are as lucky as Mrs. Filch and Pince to live in a magic castle every day.

"I think I know what Quirrell wants."

Vincent put down his quill and pointed his index finger at the profile of a legendary alchemist.

"Nicholas Flamel——"

Hermione looked along excitedly.

When Dumbledore was in school, he was already a pen pal who often wrote letters to each other.

The Philosopher's Stone is a treasure that all wizards are eager to pursue. No wonder Quirrell has to break into Gringotts no matter how big the risk is.

"Midas turns stone into gold~" The twins, full of yearning, fell into fantasy.

Weasley raised a handful of gold galleons and buried Malfoy Manor with great pride.

The angry expressions of Malfoy, the old man and the young man, made them laugh more and more crazily.

"Get out of here!"

Mrs. Pince pointed out her hand, and the four of them ran out of the library in despair.

"She was really mean."

"well enough."

"This is an unreasonable force. She doesn't even intend to give you a chance."

Speechless, Hermione walked up the steps.

"Aren't you going to visit Professor Quirrell?"

"I still have two papers to write."

Vincent was about to go back with her when the twins dragged him downstairs.

"Dude, you can do your homework anytime."

"This is a walking house point. As long as his true identity is exposed, we, Gryffindor, will usher in glory again!"

After being persuaded, he thought for a moment and took out a gold galleon from his pocket, "You always have to bring some small gifts when you go to visit, right?"

The twins saw him smiling evilly and immediately understood something.

You can't do anything openly, but it's acceptable to make Quirrell feel uncomfortable in secret.

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The school hospital at Hogwarts is run by the school's head nurse, Madam Poppy Pomfrey.

She wasn't very old, but she looked at least several years older than Snape.

"Professor Quirrell, it's time to drink the medicine."

Lying in one of the six hospital beds, Quirrell slowly straightened up.

He drank the whole bowl of green bubbling potion without hesitation.

It's not a pain, after all, he was attacked.

It's probably because Madam Pomfrey is used to brewing potions for naughty students, so each one looks worse than the last.

As a professor, it’s normal to have some privileges.

"T-thank you."

Quirrell, who had returned to being submissive, lay down again.

He now had to play a victim who was always on tenterhooks, at least for a while.

"Madam, we are here to visit the professor."

"Oh, he just finished drinking the medicine."

"We won't disturb him long."

"Go in."

Quirrell turned sideways nervously and saw three big faces with bright smiles.

"Professor, are you okay?" Vincent put a bouquet of flowers in his hand on the vase.

"Not bad." He stretched out his hand in confusion.

"Let's do it." The twins enthusiastically grabbed one of his shoulders and gently helped him up.

Before Quirrell started to think about his doubts, Vincent took out a bottle of black, black, and yellow potion from his pocket.

"This is high-concentration iodine, which my father often uses to disinfect wounds."

Looking at this ordinary potion, Quirrell became even more confused.

"Sorry, if you don't mind using Muggle items, this is a good disinfectant."

"Does it-does it really have this effect?"

"Of course."

Vincent unscrewed the bottle cap with a sincere look, "You know Malfoy and I are good friends. He used this to treat boils on his face."

Quirrell didn't care about the first half of the sentence. He just wondered if this thing could cure boils.

The physical injury was not serious, but the back of his head wrapped in a long scarf had been soaked in sweat for more than ten hours.

If it is not ventilated and disinfected, the whole face may rot.

"Thank you, Wayne."

Vincent screwed the bottle cap on and placed it on the bedside table, "Professor, we all hope you can recover and be discharged soon."

"Yes, professor."

George sat on the bedside with a smile, "Can you describe the appearance of the mysterious man? We all want to catch this man as soon as possible."

Quirrell shook his head, then nodded, "He is dressed like a bat, pitch black, I can't see what he looks like."

The three of them nodded blankly.

Successfully cleared himself of suspicion, and did not forget to shift the target to Snape.

Just a person dressed like a bat, it is estimated that few people in Hogwarts know Batman.

Even so, Snape can still treat him, and one has to admire this Oscar-level acting skills.

"What is an Oscar?" George was very curious when he walked out of the school hospital.

"It's almost the same as your wizard drama award."

Quirrell's acting just now, it would be difficult to leave the stage without winning the best performance.

"Will he really use that iodine?"

Fred walked up the stairs with some concern, "I don't know why, but I always feel that he would be very reluctant to use Muggle items."

"Yes."

Vincent noticed the faint fluorescent green on the back of Quirrell's neck from the first second he entered.

Unless he doesn't want a big face on the back of his head, he will definitely use it if he has no other choice.

"If I had known, I would have added something in it."

The sighing twins made him gasp.

High-purity iodine is powerful enough. If you add some fluorescent yellow, boil solution, etc., even a fool would know who Batman is.

"No, you have already put Madam Pomfrey's..."

Looking at the two faces smiling exactly the same, he couldn't help but start to worry about the back of Quirrell's head.

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