This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The third floor of the castle. ♦♦  ♦♦

Snape, who slipped into Quirrell's office, had a complicated expression.

He knew Dumbledore's arrangements, but he still didn't believe that a few students could accomplish this.

Quirrell kept covering his lower body that day, and there must be some shocking secret hidden there.

Maybe it's the Death Eater's Dark Mark, or maybe it's a trace left over from dark magic.

He held back his nausea and put his hands on the edge of his purple pajamas.

After gently peeling it off, he pointed the wand at a certain part.

Just as he was about to recite the spell, Quirrell suddenly opened his eyes.

"ah!!!"

In the middle of the night,

Snape sneaked in, took off his pants, and pointed his wand at...

He was terribly frightened.

"Severus, w-what do you want to do to me?"

Snape snorted with his big nose, then put away his wand as if nothing had happened, "Nothing happened."

Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then jumped out of bed angrily.

He is no longer the timid person he used to be.

Now Quirinus Chilo,

We must be completely frightened!

"Severus,

I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. "

These eyes full of disgust,

Snape raised his wand.

"Quirinas, don't look at me like that again."

Quirrell quietly hid his hands behind his back, "You didn't think I would wake up, did you?

Hidden guy! "

Snape said solemnly, "Don't look at me like that again.

He made a half arc with his right hand holding the wand, "Expelliarmus!"

Quirrell squeezed the wand in his hand and used a silent spell to neutralize the attack.

"Severus, don't push me."

As soon as he moved his wrist, Snape already bent down and waved the wand to his feet.

The thorns that broke through the ground stopped in front of a transparent barrier.

"Then let's have a real showdown!"

The alder wand pointed downwards, and the thorns were shot in the direction from which they came.

Snape, who was half squatting, raised the tip of his staff upward and pulled out a rope with flames from left to right.

The moment the match rope tore the thorns apart, they all turned back into rubble.

He stood up slowly, his dark eyes reflecting Quirrell's large face.

"Quickly imprison——"

The iron armor curse obviously failed to protect his feet.

But the match rope that was pulled fiercely was eventually held by a big hand.

The heat it brought did no harm.

"Your silent spell is easier to use.

Quirinas. "

Snape used his right hand hard, pulling Quirrell half a step forward.

But after that, he was pulled forward instead.

"Use your hands,

Severus. "

The moment Quirrell raised his wand, the matchlock had disappeared.

He staggered on his hind legs,

Gritting his teeth, he pulled the big bed to float in front of him.

Cut in half neatly,

In the gap that slowly began to separate, there was a black matte wand.

Quirrell, who was unable to react in time, was hit directly in the chest. The alder wand flew out in a spin and landed firmly on Snape's hand.

"Use your hands, Quirinus."

Quirrell, who had his back against the wall, quickly hid beside the bed that was half on the floor.

He made a complex set of movements with his hands, and the alder wand that was taken away suddenly lit up with a strong light.

Snape, who was covering half of his face, could feel that his left hand was empty.

"You disgust me, Quirinus."

Both of them knew what was going on, and Quirrell was still planning to pretend it.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Snape lowered his hands and glanced at him coldly.

…

…

The six people who had finished eating noodles in the kitchen were all quietly going upstairs.

"What are they doing wandering around in there?"

Cedric moved closer to the twins, "You're playing hide-and-seek, right?"

Rove glanced at the fourth floor of the map and said, "Filch is still upstairs above them. It's really possible."

Vincent at the front stopped in front of the corridor on the third floor.

"What about them?"

"Still moving."

The silence and lack of sound really made the atmosphere weird.

"They are all professors." Hermione looked at the entire corridor, "They will definitely use magic to block the sound."

Vincent suddenly felt that the air became a little anxious.

What can two grown men do in the middle of the night?

Either we fight, or we fight again.

"Shh - we have to keep our voices down too."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flew into the corridor from Quirrell's office.

The man, wearing tattered black robes, stood up and ran back with his wand in hand.

"Old Bat?" Fred lowered his voice, "He and Quirrell got into a fight?"

"Bang——"

There was an unusual noise in the quiet corridor.

This time it was a figure wearing half a purple nightgown.

The loose scarf wrapped around his forehead immediately caught Vincent's attention.

"Hey, Filch is down."

"You hide first."

Hermione watched him disappear little by little angrily.

Snape and Quirrell fight, this is a very good opportunity.

"Why not use dark magic, Quirinus?"

"Severus, I'm not like you."

Vincent, who was walking close to the wall, was almost grazed by a magic spell on his arm.

In the time it takes to finish a bowl of noodles, the two of them fought from the office to the corridor.

They used spells very cleverly.

"Headscarf flying--"

When the long scarf was halfway up, Quirrell quickly pressed it down with his hand.

Snape laughed sinisterly, "It seems that you are not welcome, Quirinus."

He was about to make a few sarcastic remarks, but was suddenly hit in the chest by a spell.

"Next is you!" Quirrell threw another disarming spell towards the empty corridor.

"Heh~" Snape sneered as he stood up against the wall, "You might as well guess who is there."

There were quite a lot of people, five.

Quirrell knew who it was, but he couldn't say the name.

Among the professors, only the three who were in the Forbidden Forest at the time knew that Vincent could use the Disillusionment Spell.

"Where are you!

Come out!"

After several consecutive Disappearing Spells, nothing happened.

Vincent, who was about to be embedded in the wall, was very glad.

This time, the Disappearing Spell was not as wide as the last time.

Voldemort was just possessed, but the magic he used was so strong that it was in a different dimension.

According to the rhythm of one movie per school year, young wizards who have just come of age will die if they encounter it unless they are cheating.

"Da Da Da Da -"

Filch's footsteps came over.

Quirrell lowered his wand and turned to stare at Snape.

"Do you think you can really keep it a secret?"

He put the long scarf that was pulled out a little bit on his shoulders, "I said, I'm not the mysterious man."

"Heh -"

Snape sneered and shook his messy long hair, "Whatever you plan to do, I advise you to give up."

Quirrel did not reply, but turned to look at Filch who was running over.

"Argus, you came at the right time.

I think I know who the mysterious man is!"

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