There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 119 Not Human!
Quirrell looked at Filch.

He is not tall, with a stooped waist and wrinkled face. He is at least 60 years old. His eyes are exactly the same as Mrs. Norris next to him, and they look like two light bulbs at night.

Quirrell gasped.

legend.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, there are three kinds of people who cannot be provoked.

Women, old people, children.

Women, like Bellatrix, were decisive and ruthless, and they tortured the Longbottoms madly.

The classics of the old man are Dumbledore and Grindelwald, whoever dares to provoke them will die.

As for the children?

The Dark Lord wanted to try Harry Potter ten years ago, but he failed himself.

Lily and Harry form a fetter of women and children, and everyone has to kneel!

A curse killed more than a dozen Muggles, betrayed good brothers, and Quirrell had heard of Sirius' reputation.

He never expected that the gatekeeper, Filch, would be so terrifying that he would capture Sirius, the Dark Lord's general!
Filch's thin and thin figure became extremely tall in Quirrell's eyes.

It's Hogwarts.

Those who watch the gate are all powerful and can easily subdue the famous Death Eaters.

"Sirius is not my subordinate." With the back of Quirrell's head, Voldemort, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"The real traitor is Peter Pettigrew, the coward." Voldemort said: "Sirius is nothing else, but his loyalty to his friends is commendable."

"However, his mana is not weak. Filch can subdue Sirius. You are probably no match. Be careful."

Quirrell nodded.

What a Hogwarts hidden dragon and crouching tiger.

The unbreakable oath forced him to try his best to find a way to save Malfoy. Quirrell fell into deep thought.

It touched Principal Mark's itchy spot, and he was very happy when he was photographed.

"I have a plan." Voldemort said quietly: "At Hogwarts, I actually have a former servant."

"It's just that I don't know if he is still loyal to me ten years later."

"Master, if you are in this state, that person is likely to be unfaithful." Quirrell is an honest man, telling the truth.

There are no good Death Eaters.

Seeing the weak and remnant soul, parasitic on Quirrell's body, the dying Dark Lord, there is a high probability that the bad water in his stomach will rise, and he wants to get rid of his boss.

"Fortunately, your Horcrux diary got mixed up!" Quirrell said excitedly: "The diary contacts Grindelwald, controls all the dark wizards, and is known as an army of one hundred thousand!"

"As long as your servant has no brains, he must be thinking about how to take refuge in the past!"

What Quirrell said made a lot of sense, and Voldemort couldn't refute it.

It just sounds a little sad.

Voldemort felt his nose sore and the corners of his eyes moist, and he couldn't help but shed two heroic tears.

I am a majestic Voldemort, who has dominated my life, and now the tiger is in peace, and I am pointing at the majesty of my Horcrux to fool around.

The more you live, the more you go back!

"Master, your thinking is wrong." Quirrell persuaded: "Isn't he also your Horcrux if he is powerful?"

"He is only possible because of you. He is equivalent to your son. You should be happy when he is successful."

Voldemort had a faint feeling that something was wrong.

Why am I my own son?
Forget it, I don't want to.

"My servant is the head of Slytherin, Snape." Voldemort said, "If Lucius and Belletrix are my generals."

"Then Snape is my deepest nail in the White Wizard!"

Quirrell trembled with excitement.

There are only four deans in Hogwarts, and their understanding of the principal is many times better than that of ordinary professors.

"The only problem is that the general professor may vote directly when he sees the power of the diary."

"The head of Hogwarts is hard to say!"

Quirrell was lost in thought.

No one is born to be a dark wizard.

Since he is whitewashed and still holds a high position among the white wizards, it is really hard to say whether he is willing to continue to serve the Dark Lord.

"No wonder the master only dared to rely on me and dared not ask Snape for help."

"If I were Snape, I would probably be on both sides, and whoever is the most supportive."

Quirrell sighed.

Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal, life and death are at stake, and Voldemort has no choice.

"I have no choice but to find Snape to find out."

Everyone at Hogwarts knew that Snape was very boring, either in class or in the office, or brewing potions.

It was past meal time, and Quirrell was starving, so he decided to invite Snape to have a good meal.

Talking about things at the dinner table has a higher success rate.

Quirrell came to the Slytherin head's office, the door was closed tightly, and there was a faint sound inside.

Who can resist curiosity?

Anyway, Quirrell can't.

Quirrell pressed his ear to the door, and vaguely heard a man's smile coming from inside, which seemed to be Snape's.

Another voice cursed and occasionally let out a howl of pain.

There are a few more words, yellow hair, mouse or something.

Quirrell was itching, did Snape actually lynch in the Slytherin head's office?

You are a dignified dean, where is the best place to go if you want to clean up people, you have to be in the office?

It's fine if I hear it, but if the students hear it, it's not good to teach children badly!
Could it be...

Feeling more thrilled at school when you could be spotted at any moment?

But what is a yellow-haired mouse?Snape was NTRed by yellow hair when he was young?Shushu had no choice but to wash his face with tears and silently find a dark place to bless.

Got it, that yellow hair is the one locked in the office by Snape!

Now, Snape has become famous, and he is looking for Huangmao's revenge!

Quirrell licked his lips. As expected of you, the Dark Lord drove the deepest nail into the white wizard's heart. He was born to be a dark wizard!

The door opened suddenly, and Quirrell leaned in, almost falling.

Looking up, he caught sight of Snape's smirking face.

"Professor Quirrell, what are you doing here?"

"Professor Snape, it's not appropriate to talk outside, can you let me in?" Quirrell asked.

People come and go, it's easy to be discovered when we talk about the Dark Lord.

Snape's eyes were cold, he looked at Quirrell for a long time, and Quirrell looked at him without fear.

"come in."

Entering the office, Quirrell found that the head of Slytherin's office space was very simple, with a man locked in the center by a few chains, who took a deep breath, as if he had just experienced something.

Quirrell was a little embarrassed.

Well, lynching is private execution, so it's not good to be found out.

Quirrell thought that Snape had hidden him, but he didn't expect to be so generous, with outsiders present, Quirrell didn't know how to speak.

"Don't get me wrong." Snape smiled at the man bound by chains, "He is the famous Death Eater Sirius. Headmaster Mark sent me to ask him about his secrets."

If he is a serious Death Eater, for the sake of serving the Dark Lord... As long as there is a little danger, Quirrell will not consider saving him.

Not to mention the fake and shoddy products personally certified by the Dark Lord?

Not to mention being tied up and tortured by Snape, even if he was turned into a flannel ball, Quirrell pretended not to see it.

"This..." Quirrell said awkwardly: "I have something very important to discuss with you, can you keep irrelevant people away temporarily?"

"Irrelevant personnel?" Snape Slytherin's smirk became more obvious.

He walked towards Sirius, who had just been weakened by unimaginable torture.

Physical pain can be endured, but spiritual blows cannot be tolerated.

Sirius was firmly bound by the chains, still looking fiercely at Snape, trying to kill him with his eyes.

"My life is bound up with five people." Snape said quietly: "Two people died, and the other one is said to be very unhappy. I will find ways to make him even more unhappy in the future."

"There are two left, one is not far from me, and the other is Sirius."

"There are no secrets between us."

Quirrell mourns for Sirius.

One can imagine what happened to Sirius if he didn't hide his secrets from his enemies.

Generally, Quirrell doesn't care about secrets. The problem is that when discussing the matter of joining the Dark Lord at the White Wizard's base, Quirrell really can't open his mouth in front of outsiders!

The risk is too great!

Quirrell made a tense decision in his heart, and he still couldn't decide whether to speak or not.

With a sudden wave of Snape's hand, Sirius' shoes and socks fell off automatically, and two quills flew to the soles of Sirius' feet, gently scratching his feet with the feathers.

Sirius was firmly restrained by chains, his limbs were blocked, he couldn't move, his feet were shaking wildly, and he tried not to laugh.

Quirrell: "..."

Do you want to be so cruel?

Working with Mark these years, Snape deeply understood that physical pain is not important in many cases, and he learned a lot.

So is the itch of the quill.

After Sirius got used to the itching, Snape waved his hand again, and the quill fell to the ground.

The quill that slammed Sirius' foot, he didn't want to use it anymore.

Then, Quirrell saw a jar fly over, the lid was opened, and a light yellow viscous liquid was smeared on Sirius' feet.

There was a faint sweetness.

Quirrell swears, this is definitely not the smell of Sirius' feet.

His name is not Jiaran, how could his feet be smelly!
Sirius' stomach growled, he was too hungry, smelled the aroma, he persisted in his will, but his stomach couldn't hold on.

"Honey," Snape laughed.

Hogwarts is located in the wilderness, there is a forbidden forest, and the greening is very good.

And this kind of place is often full of mosquitoes.

Sirius' feet are covered in honey, and all kinds of bugs will enjoy the taste.

Much more fun than two feathers tickling his feet.

Quirrell covered his eyes, unable to bear to watch.

Killing is nothing more than nodding your head. In a big hatred, you can kill him with one knife. Why bother to torture him?
As expected of the traitor sent by the Dark Lord!
It is much crueler than my half-way monk!
Sirius might be a dog, but Snape sure isn't a human!

Snape stood up with a bang, which made Quirrell tremble all over.

Quirrell was impatient after not speaking for so long.

"Okay, or you come back in two days, and talk about it after I finish solving the matter."

What Snape said made sense, and Quirrell would tolerate other things, but under the pressure of the unbreakable oath, Quirrell's old face twitched, not knowing what to do.

Snape followed his words and did what he said, he shook his robes behind his back, and walked out of the office like a big bat.

Only the bound Sirius and the trembling Quirrell remained in the office.

Quirrell looked at Sirius, feeling sorry for him from the bottom of his heart, Sirius shook his head, and responded with unruly sarcasm.

How can there be a good person who discusses things with the snot man?
As for the honey on the soles of your feet?

Sirius grinned, I have stayed at Hogwarts for ten years, how can I still be afraid of itching?
Quirrell looked left and right, looked up and down, and the surrounding area was empty and deserted.

There is one thing to say, if Sirius is really the Dark Lord's hard-core confidant, it is a great time for Quirrell to release him.

Too bad it's a counterfeit.

Quirrell hurriedly chased him out and closed the door.

At night, the king of Slytherin was traveling, and the old bat was looking murderous, with a clear goal, pointing directly at Gryffindor.

The portrait of the fat lady at the door of the Gryffindor lounge opened the door without daring to stop her.

A lot of Gryffindor students are squatting here, drawing... doing their homework.

Under Mark's guidance, Hogwarts implemented one college, two systems.

The elites selected into the ancient magic training class can spend their limited time on unlimited comprehension of the great prophecy without having to do homework.

Ordinary students, as long as they can't write to death, they will write to death!
The door opened, and a large bat with a sullen face appeared in the Gryffindor lounge. Many Gryffindor students recalled the harrowing experience in potions class.

The originally dignified and painful atmosphere became more serious, and the air seemed to freeze.

Snape's eyes wandered all over the place, and finally, he spotted his target.

There was a fluffy yellow mouse on Ron's shoulder.

Recently, the Hogwarts environment is too complicated, Ron is either studying or on the way to study, Peter Pettigrew has a mental breakdown, awakening racial talent, sleep!
Eyes open and close, a day passed.

With this miraculous skill, you will be free from the torment of class!
When Peter Pettigrew felt something wrong, as if someone was holding him, he opened his small eyes and saw Snape's cold, gloomy face.

"Found you at last," Snape said softly.

Sirius confessed everything under his torture.

The culprit who betrayed James and Lily, Peter Pettigrew.

It didn't matter if he betrayed James, Snape was willing to applaud him.

But to kill Lily, Snape forcibly restrained himself, fearing that he could not bear it and strangled Peter in the form of a mouse to death.

That's too cheap for the snitch!

Snape suddenly grinned horribly.

He was going to give Peter Pettigrew the cruelest torture.

Chilo Bengbu in the back lived.

No, I just heard you say something about a yellow-haired mouse. I imagined a big drama in my heart, with thrills, ethical emotions, and murderous actions.

You ended up finding a literal yellow-haired mouse...

Peter struggled frantically, screaming, staring at Ron with small eyes, begging for help.

"Professor Snape." Ron summoned up his courage, "Scabbets is my pet."

Dozens of Gryffindor students stood up, and they came silently behind Ron.

Gryffindor, brave, united, and fearless.

Even in the face of Dean Slytherin, as long as they are reasonable, they are not afraid!
"Of course." Snape laughed. "No one doubts that."

"I want to buy your mouse, let me make an offer, how about ten Galleons?"

Ron's mouse, Scabbers, was just the most common yellow-haired mouse, of no breed, stupid, stupid, and worthless. Snape was willing to pay ten Galleons, which seemed generous to others.

"Impossible!" Ron refused without hesitation.

Although Ban Ban is a second-hand...maybe it's a third-hand, five-sixth-hand item, and it's useless in his own hands, but as Ron's first pet, it has commemorative significance, and he doesn't want to sell it.

"One hundred Galleons."

Ron hesitated, one hundred Galleons for a mouse?

Ron wanted to ask Snape.

Is your head crowded by the door?
"Could it be that this mouse has special functions?" Ron hesitated, whether to sell it or not?

"A thousand Galleons," said Snape.

As a master of potions, he was rich and powerful, and it was a good deal to buy the life of an enemy for a thousand Galleons.

"It's yours!"

Even if it was Beirut, the legendary mouse-killer, Ron would recognize it!

(End of this chapter)