This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Quirrell is Dumbledore's student, so it's okay to give him multiple chances even if he has problems.

But the reason why Vincent pretended to be stupid was that Voldemort hadn't been noticed yet.

Doubt is suspicion, no wonder Quirrell in the first movie survived until the end of the school year.

Dumbledore was not angry when he saw that he was still pretending to be stupid.

"Vincent, I hope you understand."

Hermione clutched her notebook tightly with a troubled expression on her face.

She looked to the side as if asking something.

Vincent shook his head slightly, "Professor, he has a stronger body, a body that cannot be marked."

"So that's it..." Dumbledore muttered in a low voice.

As if he had made up his mind, he reached out and picked up another piece of candy.

"Actually, it tastes really good. Are you sure you don't want to try it?"

"Okay." Vincent said with a stinky face, quickly picked up the candy from the plate and swallowed it.

Dumbledore took it into his mouth with great enjoyment, "The process is also very important."

"As long as I swallow it fast enough, the sour taste won't bother me."

Hermione didn't understand again.

It seems that one of them values ​​the process and the other only cares about the results?

Or one doesn’t want to give up tasting the candy, and the other just wants a quick fix?

She held her little head in her hands and looked at the seemingly unharmonious but unexpectedly harmonious way of getting along between the old and the young.

"Professor, can we begin?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Dumbledore didn't seem to notice the impatience on the other side, "I'm old and talk a bit too much. "

Vincent rolled his eyes, "Professor, I still have Quidditch training later."

"Then let's get started."

Throughout the morning, Dumbledore's data also came out.

As expected, he is indeed the most powerful wizard in the world, and he can actually far surpass the theoretical limit of transformation, reaching a terrifying level of sixteen times.

Vincent once again looked longingly at the wand, also fifteen inches long, in his hand.

"Professor, is it elderberry?"

"Yes." Dumbledore tightened his wand.

The possession of elderberry brings great misfortune. It is the rarest wand wood, and Vincent is of course very interested in it.

It is trickier to use than other wands, but it possesses powerful magic and disdains the company of owners who are no better than the others.

There are almost no elder wands used by wizards in the wizarding world, but Dumbledore actually has one.

And it is used very conveniently, and it is not like the rumor that it will bring misfortune.

"Professor, we'll see you next week." Vincent walked out of the principal's office with a flat mouth.

"Sorry, Professor." Hermione apologized obediently, "He's not usually like this."

Dumbledore waved his hand nonchalantly, "I know a child's curiosity, and I also know that he will not try something truly dangerous."

"You mean..."

"See you next week, Miss Granger.

Hermione shuddered and then walked out of the principal's office.

"It's killing me." Phineas opened his eyes, "Albus, you should have noticed, right?"

Dumbledore placed the elder wand on the table, "Brave, clever, amiable, ambitious -

This kid has it all, and he makes no secret of his dislike for me. "

Phineas smacked his lips, "To be honest, if he hadn't been a Muggle, I would have liked him very much."

"But no one will like you." Armando mocked, "If he had been born during your period, you would have been pissed to death."

"Are you going to fight?"

"Always here for you."

Dumbledore quickly sat down and picked up the small plate.

When he sees wonderful moments, he will also clap his hands and applaud.

With such a look of not taking it too seriously, the portraits of the vice-principals next door all closed their eyes.

The most crooked principal of Hogwarts is Dumbledore, who is now cheering for both parties.

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A sullen Vincent walked in front, followed by a baffled Hermione.

"Hey, don't be angry. The professor is not stingy and won't let you touch his wand."

"He is so stingy that he doesn't even give me any benefits."

Hermione's face was full of absurdity, "The Owl Club is established, and you are not the one who benefits the most."

"Anyway, the more I think about it, the more I suffer."

Vincent returned to the common room and gave the big bag another good beating.

Hermione, whose eyelids were twitching, took a small step back and said, "I think the professor is right. Since the outcome is already determined, let's just enjoy the process."

"I don't think it's enjoyment at all." He knocked away the whole sandbag.

Dumbledore's idea is simple, that is to expose Quirrell's true face.

But this process cannot be simple and crude, but it is best to allow students to grow.

The most important thing is of course the famous figure in the wizarding world and the savior Mr. Harry Potter.

The reason for Vincent's reluctance is also very simple. It's not that Voldemort is standing behind Quirrell, but Voldemort is growing on the back of his head.

Quirrell certainly didn't strip down for examination that night!

It can only be said that Voldemort is so stubborn that he can get by right under his nose.

"Wouldn't it be better to go together?" Hermione picked up the sandbags holding back her energy, "The professor now agrees that we go out at night."

"Heh, it's pretty good."

Vincent, the only insider, smiled reluctantly.

Voldemort, there is an existence in the wizarding world that can stop children from crying.

He was a young wizard who had just entered school, how could he be so virtuous and capable that he could actually scheme against such a big boss.

"Let's play badly."

"Play badly?" Hermione threw the sandbag at his feet, "What does that mean?"

Vincent carried it and stepped on the chair, "We will definitely get extra points at the end of the semester, why don't we compete to see who can make more noise like Slytherin."

"And then let everyone reveal the identity of the mysterious man?"

"No, it's just because I don't want to work hard."

Hermione's mouth twitched violently.

He hung up the sandbag and jumped down, "Do you think we should cast a curse on Quirrell?"

"We will become the perpetrators."

"What if everyone does it together?"

Thinking of the so-called herd effect, she suddenly began to sympathize with Quirrell.

He didn't want to be a good professor, but he had to be a thief;

Why not target anything else, but the Philosopher's Stone;

It would be fine if he stole from Gringotts, but if he didn't steal, he had to continue stealing at Hogwarts;

Why not be discovered by anyone, but Vincent, who is well versed in school bullying.

Quirrel is too miserable, he will probably go crazy sooner or later.

"Huh?!" Hermione thought about it carefully and found that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor might really be cursed.

Seeing Vincent, who was unhappy and hitting the sandbag again, she knew that the curse had come true thoroughly.

"Did you quarrel again?" The twins came back from get out of class with a lot of question marks on their heads.

"No, he..."

Hermione said it in a low voice, and she immediately regretted it.

These two lawless masters would definitely agree with Vincent's idea.

"May Merlin bless Professor Quirrell——"

She sighed softly and joined the discussion of the three.

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