Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 92 Before the Christmas Duel Competition
It was hard for Snape to imagine that he would know such a little wizard who disgusted him more than James Potter.

—McGuffin Albert!

His thoughts are very complicated, and it seems that the secret of the whole world is buried in his heart at a young age.

Just a little wizard in the first year messed up the whole Hogwarts.

Snape found that as long as there was this little wizard, there would always be various incidents. Although it turned out that they had nothing to do with him, they could always be related to him more or less.

Even Quirrell, the minion of the Dark Lord, is also interested in him, and he wants to contact this little wizard openly and secretly.

After the Black Lake incident, although I don't know what the old bee Dumbledore's plan is, I deliberately asked Quirrell to take the little wizard away...

In short, he raised his vigilance level for this little wizard by several levels.

……

During Potions class, Snape closely watched every operation of the little Gryffindor wizards, especially every movement of McGuffin.

This made everyone's situation more difficult, especially at the current temperature, and the Potions classroom was on the basement floor.

In addition to the physical damage of freezing, there is also the cold magic damage from the black lake outside seeping into the underground classroom.

The white breath from Kazakhstan couldn't cover the cold hands. Fortunately, there was a steaming cauldron as comfort in the second half of the class.

Malfoy was bragging about how he faced the squid who went berserk in the black lake calmly, and laughed at McGuffin's embarrassment when he was attacked by the squid.

Unfortunately, after more than half a month, he was still bragging about this matter, even his followers Gore and Crabbe could hardly continue listening.

He had no choice but to angrily threaten McGuffin, saying that he was fully prepared, and if he had any self-knowledge, he would have given up early in the opening match of the Duel Tournament to avoid any additional damage...

"If I were you?" Draco Malfoy said to them in a long voice, "I would have given up early, McGuffin! If you don't want to make a big fool of yourself!"

He fixed his eyes on the McGuffin as he spoke, hoping to see a hint of flinch and panic in his eyes.

McGuffin was indeed a little flustered, not because of Malfoy's childish threat to make people laugh,

It wasn't because Snape was squinting, with a stern face, rubbing a little bit of the lionfish spine powder he had just ground with three fingers of his left hand to confirm whether it was qualified.

It's because Professor Quirrell asked him for another private training session for some reason, at this point when the duel contest is about to be held.

——Hasn't he already tried it with the Imperius Curse?

Seeing that McGuffin ignored him, Malfoy mocked McGuffin dryly for being timid, and then pointed the finger at Harry.

"I really feel sorry for some people, who don't have a decent family and can only stay at Hogwarts for Christmas."

Harry ignored it, he really didn't want to go back to Privet Drive for Christmas, especially with Snape by his side.

Last week, when Professor McGonagall came to register the list of students staying at school for the holidays, Harry signed it immediately. He was not at all sad. This probably will be the best Christmas he has ever had.Ron and his two twin brothers will also stay, as the Weasleys will be visiting Charlie in Romania.

The only fly in the ointment is that McGuffin and Hermione will return to their Muggle families during the holidays, so Harry can't find help to 'reference' to complete his thick holiday homework.

When Potions class was over, Harry and Ron left the classroom.

The cold wind pierced through the corridor, and the glass windows were rattled.Even a thick robe and several layers of clothes can hardly stop every trace of coldness from creeping into the clothes through the gaps.

When they came to the front corridor, they found that McGuffin and Hermione were blocked by a large gown tree, and the place was tightly blocked.

When they got close, they saw the two pairs of big feet protruding from under the tree, and the sound of heavy breathing from behind, which made them know that the one behind must be Hagrid.

Ron and Hermione are still in the 'cold war'.

"Hi! Hagrid, do you need help?"

Ron asked Hagrid, wanting to defuse the awkward atmosphere.

"No, no need..."

Before he could finish speaking, McGuffin had already pulled out his wand and cast a levitation spell on the Christmas tree.

This caused Hagrid to gently pull the large tree aside to make a path for the corridor.

"McGuffin! You shouldn't be here to cast spells, if Snape or..." Hermione didn't finish.

"Ha, MacGuffin, you are casting magic in the corridor..." Malfoy's 'overjoyed' voice came from behind.

He was followed by Goyle, Crabbe.

These two big chunks pushed Ron away, leaned forward and taunted McGuffin in his characteristic drawn-out tone.

"How did you curry favor with a hunting ground guard? It seems very self-aware! After graduation, you can only follow Hagrid to patrol the Forbidden Forest here... If you really can't find it, you can ask me! I might consider finding you a job in the Malfoy family property..."

"As the saying goes, the louder a dog barks, the more timid it is... Malfoy, are you afraid that you will lose to me in a duel in two days, and now you are barking... Don't worry, if you beg me, I will give you a decent chance to admit defeat..."

McGuffin stopped Harry from pulling out his wand, and countered.

Hagrid let out a weird, loud laugh as if he was choking.

This embarrassed Malfoy.

He was so angry that he took out his wand directly, and Ron Harry took out his wand immediately...

Then Snape appeared on the stairs.

"Potter! Weasley! What are you doing?"

"Professor Snape, the McGuffin is casting magic in the corridor!" Malfoy let out a sharp and piercing cry, - strike first.

"McGuffin was trying to help me, Professor Snape..." said Hagrid, peeking out his shaggy head from behind a tree.

"Even so, it's not okay to cast magic in the hallway, Hagrid! Five points for Gryffindor, and McGuffin wants you to remember that lesson."

"Professor Snape, Malfoy drew out his wand to attack the MacGuffin." Ron said, glaring at Snape, and then he realized that he had done something stupid.

"Ha! If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten it!" Snape curled his lips maliciously, "Potter! Weasley, you and Gryffindor deducted 2 points for trying to cast magic in the corridor... As for you, Malfoy, Slytherin deducted 1 point, as a lesson... Remember not to be as knowledgeable as stupid people, or you will become like them."

Malfoy raised his voice and said respectfully, "Professor Snape, I will keep your teachings in mind and try not to associate with these people..."

After they left, Ron looked at their backs and gritted his teeth, "McGuffin, you must give Malfoy a hard lesson in the duel contest and give Slytherin a good look."

McGuffin has been in a state of mind from just now until now, and he has been wandering around with a question in his head - why is Quirrell suddenly interested in himself again?
Harry and Hermione were also aggrieved, and Hagrid invited them to the restaurant, which would make them feel better.

They finally followed Hagrid into the auditorium, taking the huge fir tree with them.

In the middle of the restaurant, there are fir trees one by one along the walls, all of which have thick and dense leaves, so many that they almost surround the whole place.

"Are you..." Hermione and Ron asked almost simultaneously.

They saw that Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were placing the tall and large fir trees upright there by magic, and arranging some ordinary Christmas decorations on them, and casting magic to make snow cover the fir trees.

At this time, the auditorium still looks far from being completed, but it is already magnificent.

Professor McGonagall waved his wand and pointed at the ceiling above the restaurant. He could see the sound of gusts of wind coming from the top of the ceiling, and a gust of goose feather and heavy snow fell in mid-air. In the mid-air slightly below, there were hundreds of candles that had not been lighted. A little bit below, holly and parasites formed ribbons and hung slowly, and the snowflakes also fell here and disappeared.

The stone monsters on both sides of the wall spread their wings, and white smoke came out of their mouths, flowing down slowly like a waterfall...

"This will be the first duel contest held by Hogwarts...it will be very beautiful." Hagrid said to several people mysteriously, telling them that they must come early to participate in this duel contest.

When he heard that Ron and Harry didn't sign up for the dueling competition, he was a little disappointed, "You missed some very interesting things..."

"Hagrid! This is the last one—put it here...Ah! McGuffin, Professor Quirrell is waiting for you in his office..." When Professor Flitwick called Hagrid, he remembered something and stopped McGuffin.

He was using his wand to conjure little shiny icicles that stuck to the top of the wall.

After hearing this, McGuffin knew that he couldn't escape, and he sighed and prepared to go to Quirrell's office, hoping that there would be no moths, and he would be on vacation with only one day left.

——Ma Dan!He himself thought he could escape.

"Don't be so upset. Although Professor Quirrell is really a little bit... But he won't do anything to you. He was the best student when he was studying at Hogwarts. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in such a grade. In case he taught you something... The champion of this duel competition has a very good reward..."

Seeing McGuffin's reluctance, Hagrid told him some news about the dueling match.

McGuffin had no choice but to squeeze a smile on his face, and left here walking forward along his arms and legs.

When Ron heard that the champion had a good reward, his golden eyes flashed. He didn't know if he was serious or joking and asked Hagrid solemnly, "What reward, could it be the Philosopher's Stone..."

"What...shh..." Hagrid's face was terrified, and it turned pale in an instant, which was in stark contrast to his thick and prosperous black beard.

He looked around to see if anyone could hear him, and then pulled them to the most remote corner of the restaurant with the fewest people. He bent down and said to them, "Don't shout loudly, how do you know... No, didn't you tell me that I wouldn't investigate this matter?"

"We didn't specifically look for Nick Flamel... but Lee Jordan accidentally told us..." Hermione told Hagrid about the "Alchemy Book of Alchemy".

Hagrid's complexion improved a lot, but he was still very ugly, "Listen to me, you can't go any further, just let it go!"

"But Snape..." Harry was about to say something.

"Shhh!——I didn't tell you anything, and I won't say it now. Stop talking nonsense here. Other professors will think I told you."

At this time, Professor Flitwick called Hagrid in the corner of the restaurant, asking for his help.

Hagrid immediately stood up, turned around, and then told Harry again, "Enjoy the Christmas holiday, I promise the duel contest will be very exciting, so that you don't want to think about these things..."

Then he strode away from several people and walked in the direction of Professor Flitwick.

"What kind of gift is it? If it's not the Sorcerer's Stone, what surprises would there be?" Ron stared at the Sorcerer's Stone after reading the gorgeously decorated "Alchemy Book of Alchemy".

This made Hermione roll a beautiful roll of her eyes at him.

……

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office is located on the third floor of Hogwarts, and it smells like garlic.

A long desk in the middle of the house was covered with various scrolls of sheepskin. McGuffin glanced at it inadvertently. It was densely written in Latin, and there were anatomical drawings of various strange creatures (bones, internal organs, and limbs were all drawn on it).

Not far from the long table was a long blackboard that almost reached the top of the ceiling, on which white writing kept appearing, filling a line, and then disappearing as if being wiped away.

The walls are covered with photos and information of wanted criminals dismantled from under newspapers. (Like an old wanted poster)
Most of the people in the photos, or the guys who can barely be called people-are blue-faced and fangs, and their faces are hideous.

There are also many vampires with blood on the corners of their mouths.

McGuffin had never been to Quirrell's office, and he became more nervous when he saw this scene.

No wonder there are rumors among Hogwarts students that Quirrell stuffed garlic into his scarf after being hunted down by Romanian vampires.

But what matters now is that Quirrell has 'evolved'.

He no longer trembled and flinched. Instead, he leaned against the long table. Since the moment McGuffin entered the middle office, he had stared at McGuffin with a cold face and remained silent.

It is chilling and trembling.

——Sure enough, he felt right!
"Shouldn't have come at all!"

McGuffin was sweating coldly, he was facing a full body Quirrell with 'full fire power', and he was short of taking off his scarf to eventually evolve into a (double-faced) Quirrell/True Boss Voldemort.

"Today, my two lives will not be given away in vain, will I?"

How did you get to this point?

McGuffin flashed all kinds of 'incidents' since he came to Hogwarts.

——Who, who is cheating me!
(End of this chapter)