This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Just after midnight that day, a certain four little lions sneaked out again.

Hermione's communication with Qiu went smoothly in the afternoon, much smoother than when they first met.

"Is she easy to talk to?"

"Yeah, at least she won't pester people to ask questions, and I feel very comfortable getting along with them."

George smiled awkwardly, "Oh, I'm a little hungry~"

He took the Marauder's Map and strode down the castle stairs.

Fred gave Vincent a wink.

"You think the smoke from the Forbidden Forest hasn't fallen yet?"

"It should be because of the magic that prevents invasion."

Hearing their deliberately sidetracked conversation, Hermione suddenly became interested.

"The last time you flew out of school on a broomstick, Professor McGonagall hadn't removed the protective magic yet."

Vincent discovered the blind spot, "Do you think they have been tampered with?"

"Very possible."

Who would let a giant cloud of choking smoke remain in the Forbidden Forest?

Hagrid?

Dumbledore?

"How about, let's go see where they are now -"

"Quirrell is out!"

George trotted up and pointed to the location of the auditorium on the map.

The small footprints under the name Quirinus Quirrell went straight away from the castle.

"What should we do?" Hermione hurried to the window.

However, it was pitch black underneath, and only the outline of the Forbidden Forest could be vaguely discerned.

"He's almost there."

The Marauder's Map can only show the castle and its surrounding areas.

Once Quirrell enters the Forbidden Forest, it will be difficult to find him.

Vincent frowned and met three pairs of big, somewhat bewildered eyes.

They wanted to catch Quirrell, but they were more worried about being caught by someone else.

If you let the other party step into the forbidden forest, they will be very unwilling.

"You - I -"

Vincent took a deep breath and looked at the three of them with a stern face.

"I'll go back to the dormitory first. You guys stay outside the Forbidden Forest and don't go in."

Looking at the figure running up the stairs, the twins and Hermione both felt at ease.

When Vincent returned to the dormitory, he immediately opened the large box hidden under the bed and sent from home a few days ago.

He puts on a bulletproof vest, transforming its appearance into a regular jacket.

The newly made smoke bombs, daggers, silenced pistols, gas masks, etc. are all shrunk one by one and put into the pocket.

Opening the mezzanine of the box, he looked at several big things quite speechlessly.

"They shouldn't be needed yet..."

He closed the box, stood up and opened the bedroom door.

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Outside the Forbidden Forest.

The twins were keeping an eye on what was going on inside, and Hermione was keeping an eye on the Marauder's Map.

Dumbledore was still circling the headmaster's office;

The other professors stayed in their offices;

Filch was guarding the fourth floor;

The students are very well behaved.

She continued to glance down and saw Snape walking out of the office.

"We're in big trouble!"

George turned his head sideways, his expression gradually becoming bitter.

"What does he want to do if he doesn't stay in the Batcave..."

"You should know the identity of the mysterious man."

Hermione followed the footprints and looked up.

"He's checking to see if Quirrell is still in the office."

"What if you're not here?"

"Block the door."

George patted his chest, "Fortunately, we have several secret passages to go back to."

"I'm not worried about Vincent." She moved her gaze to the tower, "I just think Quirrell will pass the blame to Batman."

Fred, who was staring at the Forbidden Forest, subconsciously said, "Why don't we lure Snape here.

Quirrell can find an excuse to go to the Batcave, but how to explain going to the Forbidden Forest? "

"Who is going?" Hermione's little hand holding the map was trembling. "We are all Gryffindor students. Snape will definitely clear the house points on the spot."

"Vincent?" George shook his head after saying that, "No, the old bat is too suspicious."

While the three were distressed, Snape had arrived at Quirrell's office.

After this string of small footprints went in, they never came out again.

As soon as Vincent approached them, Hermione looked back.

"Why are everyone looking so sad?"

He walked forward quickly, "Has Quirrell gone back?"

"No." Fred smiled bitterly and tapped the Marauder's Map, "Old Bat has discovered who the mysterious man is."

After he finished talking about the matter, Vincent also became troubled.

Either stop Quirrell or give up academy points.

"In this case, you make some big noise to attract Snape over."

Hermione watched him take out the gas mask from his pocket and restore it, "Are you going to find Quirrell alone?"

"That's right." Vincent restored the dagger and changed its appearance into his own wand. "I know the Disguise Charm, so you don't have to worry about being discovered."

"Okay." She looked away reluctantly.

"I'm a little wizard with the effect of the elixir."

He put on a gas mask and said, "It's best to attract Professor Dumbledore here, so that our college points will be guaranteed."

The twins knew what he meant.

With Dumbledore present, Snape probably wouldn't be deducted points regardless of whether Quirrell was exposed or not.

Vincent, who was fully prepared, raised his wand and tapped his chest, disappearing under the eyes of the three of them.

"Dude, are you still there?"

George closed his mouth.

There was no sound, he just left.

Hermione looked thoughtfully at the map.

Snape on the third floor was okay, but Dumbledore, who was on the same level as Gryffindor Tower, what on earth would he use to attract him?

"Did you bring the big shit eggs here?"

"George has two."

She expressed her thoughts as if she had made up her mind.

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Deep in the Forbidden Forest.

As soon as Quirrell arrived at the lake, he smelled the familiar choking smell again.

It has not dissipated for half a month. It is 100% caused by someone's hands and feet.

"Dumbledore——"

Voldemort's deep voice made him stop suddenly in shock.

"Are you afraid? Quirinas—"

"My master, has he discovered something?"

"You are really afraid -"

Quirrell knelt down tremblingly.

"No, Master!

I'm just worried that if I die, I will waste this good opportunity to resurrect you. "

"You dare to threaten me? Quirinas!"

The roar that echoed in his mind was like crashing into the depths of the spiritual rose.

His whole face under the cloak was in great pain, and cold sweat fell from the tip of his nose.

"Lord - Master, please forgive - forgive my ignorance."

"You're not going to die, Quirinus—"

Voldemort's voice was very calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

"The gamekeeper is my junior student. He once raised some kind of magical animal in the school and directly killed a student——"

Quirrell wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Master, do you think these smokes are him..."

"Quirinas, this is my last mercy."

"I see."

He stood up and waved his wand gently, heading deeper into the smoke that was not directed at him.

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