This Hogwarts isn't normal.

There were only three Gryffindor cubs on this Saturday night night tour.

At least that's how it looks on the surface.

But the four bowls of tomato and egg noodles in the kitchen prove that this is not the case.

While the twins were concentrating on eating the noodles, Hermione kept staring at the forks floating in the air across from them.

It picked up a handful of steaming noodles, shook it, then rose a little, and then gradually disappeared as if it was absorbed by the air.

She sighed in disappointment, "Congratulations."

The floating wand on the other side tapped the air, and Vincent began to emerge bit by bit.

"I heard you can wrap your hands and feet?"

Hermione glanced at the twins, "I'll learn it as soon as possible."

Healthy competition among friends can not only deepen relationships, but also play a role in supervision.

"Still no movement from Quirrell?"

"No."

The Marauder's Map shows him in his office.

"Old Bat is brewing potion again." George looked at the location of the dungeon, "Could it be some kind of poison that will kill you immediately?"

Vincent thought of the small changes he made to his room on the fourth floor, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that he couldn't bring them all back.

The potion that Snape was brewing was probably not the one he had taken away before.

"I have an appointment with Cedric tomorrow." Fred put down the bowl, "He said he would cooperate with you to complete the paper."

Hermione rolled up a handful of noodles with her fork, "What about the other years? There are less than three months left before the holidays."

"We'll all be very busy starting this month." George slumped in his chair with a frown on his face.

Early November was the first Quidditch match of this school year, and Wood had already promised to intensify his training and give Slytherin an unforgettable defeat.

"You? Including Vincent?"

Hermione looked at the three of them suspiciously, "Are you all preparing for the Quidditch match?"

"Yeah." Fred quickly covered his mouth, "It's me and George."

"I'm the Chaser." After Vincent finished speaking, he went back to eating noodles.

Now that he had guessed it, he had no intention of hiding it.

"You?" Hermione opened her mouth in surprise, "But first-year students are not allowed to bring broomsticks."

Vincent swallowed the noodles and raised his head, "Professor Dumbledore agreed."

"So you have a broomstick?"

"Yes, it's called Rogue Rabbit."

The corners of her mouth twitched, "That name suits you quite well."

"Thanks for the compliment."

No wonder Mag's little thesis had to be completed before the end of the school year.

"The professor said it should be kept secret."

Hermione wasn't angry.

Fred and George were both on the school team, so they didn't hide it from her on purpose.

"Wait, Harry went with you that day..."

The three boys looked at each other.

This smart little witch has guessed the truth.

She frowned a little, "Is Harry the Seeker?"

"yes.

"I remember Slytherin's Seeker was Terrence Higgs in seventh year..."

Her meaning is self-evident.

Harry, who is thin and small, probably can't compete with the opponent.

"You need to give him extra training."

Vincent, who was watched carefully, nodded solemnly.

Regardless of whether Quirrell dares to take action or not, Harry must be strengthened for the sake of academy points.

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Castle dungeon, batcave.

Snape stirred the cauldron in front of him three times counterclockwise, then turned off the heat and poured the potion into five small bottles.

His expression was very excited, and he looked like Slytherin had won seven consecutive championships.

"I told you, you can't run away..."

Muttering to himself, he opened a locked drawer.

A drop of the red liquid, which had been kept fresh for nearly half a month, was added to one of the potions.

It started to turn black in color and had a pungent smell.

Snape leaned closer and smelled it, and the smell of garlic hit his forehead.

The Potions Master never fails when it comes to finding people.

With just a little bit of stuff on your body, Polyjuice Potion can perfectly transform you into the mysterious person.

"Disgusting smell." He put down the bottle in disgust.

This polyjuice potion looks and smells weird.

If it wasn't for the speed, it would definitely not be what it is now.

Snape seemed to be struggling and picked up the small bottle again.

Even though the smell of garlic is almost certain, is the timid professor really the mysterious person?

"Unpleasant..."

As soon as his lips touched the mouth of the bottle, his whole face twisted together.

It smells pungent and tastes nauseating.

He pinched his nose and just took a sip, all his facial features were squirming slightly.

The long, greasy hair is tangled and retracted into the head;

The iconic hooked nose is getting smaller;

His height and body shape are also expanding rapidly.

Snape opened the wardrobe and stood patiently in front of the mirror.

A ray of light in the dark room shone on his shiny bald head.

"Quirinus Quirrell..."

As expected, the mysterious person who invaded the office twice was the cowardly Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Snape, who was wearing this face, sneered and looked at the ceiling as if he could see through it.

The alder wand and the silent spell all came true one by one, and there was nothing that was hit by Batman.

Thinking of Batman, his smile grew colder.

Students love to call him "Old Bat", especially Gryffindor students who often call him "Old Bat". It's not like he doesn't know who he refers to.

"Hehehe——"

The extremely gloomy laughter echoed throughout the office.

Snape set his sights on Quirrell,

but Quirrell set his sights on the Forbidden Forest.

A certain gloomy room on the third floor of the castle is the office of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The decoration style here changes every year, because anyone who serves as this professor can only stay in Hogwarts for one year.

Either people go crazy at the end of the school year,

or mysteriously disappear during the holidays,

or resign before the start of school.

Anyway, in the past few decades, no one has been able to last until the second year.

Quirrell, lying on his back on the bed, did not fall asleep.

Tomorrow is Voldemort's deadline.

No matter what method he uses, he must kill a living unicorn, and then drink fresh hot blood to give himself an extremely terrible curse.

"Quirinus, you need to be low-key-"

"My master, do you suspect someone knows?"

"Your blood-"

Quirrell was puzzled, "It will take a month to make Polyjuice Potion, right?"

"I know Severus's ability. He changed many potion formulas when he was in school-"

He looked horrified, "Master, do you think he already knows?"

"I look forward to your performance-"

He understood what Voldemort meant.

Even if he was discovered now, he was just a thief who stole some potions.

No matter how hostile Snape was, he was not a ruthless character like Batman who shot to death.

"Master, I will blame him for everything."

Just by making up a lie about meeting Batman at the beginning of the school term, Quirrell could instantly clear himself of all suspicion.

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