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Chapter 48: Burning Quirrell; worthy of Snape

"Ah, I feel it... there is darkness approaching, getting closer and closer, a terrible feeling... the future is blurry, someone is about to fall, is it the boy in the sky..."

Professor Trelawney, an old homebody who had not left the top floor of the North Tower for a long time, came to watch the game today in a state of tranquility.

At this time, she occupied two seats by herself, sitting cross-legged on a chair, staring at the prophecy ball in her hand, whirring, and the people who were sitting next to her couldn't help but move a little away.

"Wow, this old liar..."

Glancing at Professor Crelawny who was making noises in his seat, Xiao Yiren, who had just climbed over, was speechless and shook his head. Then he stopped paying attention to her and just walked past her.

It's just that this guy's sitting posture is really not good, and the people around him are a bit crowded. The space reserved for Xiao Yiren is so small that even the liquid Xiao Yiren feels a little crowded, and these guys are still moving around.

, squeezing Xiao Yiren’s space for action.

"I'm sorry..."

Xiao Yiren, who was quite unhappy at being squeezed, suddenly flashed his cat eyes, the hair all over his body exploded, and a flash of lightning that was so weak that no one could see it flew towards some unlucky guy in an instant.

"Ah~"

Hearing a scream, a slightly bloated figure suddenly fell to one side, and the figure subconsciously reached out to support his body.

And with great precision, he pinned his chubby arms on Trelawney, who was still in a state of panic, and pushed her down from the audience seat.

“Ouch, F*****”

Trelawney fell in front of the next row of auditoriums, cursed a series of curse words starting with F, and then muttered in hindsight:

"I just said it's not appropriate to go out today!"

Of course, Xiao Yiren doesn't care about these things. Now Xiao Yiren has reached his target position.

He raised his head and glanced at Harry, who was staring intently at the field, and Quirrell, who was chanting a spell. Xiao Yiren covered his nose with a meat pad in disgust.

You know, a cat's sense of smell is very sensitive, even worse than that of a dog. The smell of corpses on Quirrell's body that he tried to cover up with the smell of garlic was really obvious to Xiao Yiren.

The smell of corpse mixed with garlic and other strong spices almost made Xiao Yiren spit it out.

"Ugh~ It's so disgusting..."

Feeling contemptuous of this stinky bastard, Xiao Yiren cursed and stretched out his claws, about to start. As for the direction and target, it was naturally not Quirrell.

After all, Tom is still on Quirrell's forehead, so there is no difference between using magic on him and seeking death.

Although Xiao Yiren is now confident that he can defeat the vast majority of ordinary adult wizards, this does not mean that Xiao Yiren is determined to go head-to-head with Old Tom.

What he aimed at was the scarf around Quirrell's neck.

Such an old and long scarf, made of wool, would definitely burn well. If Quirrell had paid attention to it later, he might have taken the opportunity to hit Old Tom.

"Crush the darkness with thunder!"

A bright blue electric arc jumped out from the center of Xiao Yiren's flesh pad and instantly struck Quirrell's long scarf hanging around his waist.

Lightning represents high temperature to a certain extent, and it will naturally burn when it encounters flammable materials (wool).

Then the sparks turned into flames, and the fast reading spread.

It took about ten seconds for Quirrell to realize that his body was on fire. The flames on the scarf had already started a prairie fire. Not only his scarf, but also his clothes were on fire.

Of course, it didn't matter that he was burned down. The most terrible thing was that his turban was also on fire. Even though he had no hair, Quirrell insisted on assuming a Super Saiyan look.

In particular, the output of that sound is all based on roaring, and it can be restored 100%.

"Ahhhh——"

Quirrell, who had a long mouth, estimated that he could swallow an apple, and just let out a scream, but he didn't care about his image. He directly tore off the scarf around his neck. He even didn't need any clothes, only the hair on his head.

He didn't dare to take off the scarf, so he could only slap it on the back of his head with his hand.

But what made him even more desperate was that he could hear low roars in his ears at any time.

"Firefighting!"

"Hurry up and put out the fire!"

The commotion caused by Quirrell was naturally quite large. Many people discovered Professor Quirrell's "new hair style" and all of them couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

Of course some people exclaimed, and naturally some people stepped forward to help.

But this way of helping made Quirrell quite desperate.

I saw several young Gryffindor wizards taking off their clothes and using their clothes to draw the flames on Quirrell's head.

As the clothes flapped up and down, the flames kept beating. Whether it was an illusion or not, the little wizards heard roars and cries of pain.

However, they only thought it was Professor Quirrell's voice and didn't pay too much attention to it.

But even so, they had no intention of taking it lightly, and the force was so strong that it made Quirrell dizzy, and the same hit made Old Tom dizzy.

Fortunately, these little wizards didn't know, otherwise, they would probably either tremble with fear or jump with excitement.

If they had followed this method of rescuing him, it was still unclear whether Quirrell was burned to death or crushed to death.

When his eyes came to Snape's side, he found that Harry on the stage seemed to be no longer in a state of confusion and had stopped chanting spells. Only then did he notice the situation on Quirrell's side.

He looked at Quirrell who suddenly spontaneously combusted with some confusion, and then looked at the little wizards who were using their clothes to save (beat) Quirrell. However, he was rare and did not reprimand him. Instead, he started watching the show leisurely.

.

In those stern eyes, there was a hint of sadness.

Of course, Snape also knew what to do and what not to do. He didn't go too far while watching the show. He only watched for more than ten seconds before waving away these guys who were worried about the world being in chaos.

They, then waved the wand, and the cold water shot on the back of Quirrell's head.

With the water flowing, the flames quickly extinguished, but Quirrell still did not take off his strange clothes and blackened scarf, but turned around and ran towards the castle.

"As expected of Snape, casting spells silently..."

As for the competition, Harry was finally fine. He was riding on his broom and diving towards the ground quickly.

He was seen covering his mouth with his hands as if about to vomit - he fell to the ground and took out something golden from his mouth.

Anyone who knows Quidditch knows that after catching the Golden Snitch, the outcome is basically decided.

Seeing the happy expressions of the Gryffindor little lions, Snape couldn't help but his face fell down again. He turned to look at the Gryffindor little wizards who were scolded by him, completely ignoring them.

The Slytherin snakes who also participated spoke very sternly:

"Assaulting the professor, affecting the order of the Quidditch Academy Cup, Gryffindor will be deducted thirty points..."

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Beside the auditorium, Xiao Yiren, who was lying next to him, couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard Snape's shameless words.

"As expected of Snape..."

(End of chapter)