Snakes at Hogwarts

There were no accidents. Under the leadership of Senior Sister Farley, the little snakes finally returned to the lounge safe and sound.

"Black Bones."

After hearing the correct password, the originally plain stone wall suddenly cracked to the left and right, revealing a narrow crack that could be passed by one person.

Looking at the dark crack, most Slytherins couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. For the little snakes, behind this crack was the safest place in the castle.

Even though the professors led by Professor McGonagall repeatedly confirmed that the troll had left the underground corridor, the stench that still lingered in the air still irritated the little snakes' nerves all the time.

At least 10 minutes ago, the terrifying monster with a stench all over its body passed by the corridor not far away.

Moreover, the monster has not been found until now.

Suffice it to say, they were in danger until they returned to the dugout.

"Everyone, line up! Come one by one!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

In fact, there seems to be no benefit to being a superior, Andros thought to himself as he looked at Farley standing busy at the door of the lounge.

Putting aside the daily hard work of assisting the dean in handling various matters in the college, he still has to be the first to do so when encountering such unexpected events.

And except for some trivial privileges and the ability to wear a p-shaped medal exclusive to the prefect, all they seem to have is a pitiful amount of power.

Andros was not willing to do such a loss-making business.

Wouldn't it be nice to have the time to continue studying a few magic spells?

It smells good!

As for the male and female student council presidents further up?

Please, that was appointed by Dumbledore himself. Over the years, do you think that biased old bee has appointed several male and female student union presidents from Slytherin House?

I'm afraid I won't be able to do it even if I am good at it.

As the crowd continued to move forward, Andros was also thinking randomly in his mind.

Besides, I have to be so full that I want to take up such a position. Wouldn’t that be a delivery job?

...

Just like that, Andros returned to the common room with the other Slytherins.

He did not choose to whisper to the little snakes in the lounge about these nonsense related to trolls. After Senior Sister Farley counted the number of people, Andros returned to his dormitory.

Andros had no interest in how the giant monster got in, or where it went.

Besides, wouldn't we know about this kind of thing early tomorrow morning? What can we talk about now without any clue?

But what Andros didn't expect was.

He actually guessed one right.

The giant monster that broke into the castle was the same one he encountered in the Forbidden Forest that night.

...

Back to more than ten days ago, it was the day after Andros returned from the Forbidden Forest and fell into a coma. In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, an unknown conversation was taking place.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts office is located on the third floor of the castle. It is said that there is an extremely secret passage hidden in the office.

It extends all the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom downstairs.

However, except for professors who have served in this position, few people know the existence of this secret passage.

It was a narrow corridor that was as tall as one person. It was dark inside and there were no steps, just a spiraling downward slope.

At this moment, the morning after Andros fell into coma, a trembling figure was kneeling on the narrow slope. His body was swaying continuously, as if he was suffering from something extremely strong. pain.

"Yes~ I'm sorry, Master."

Although the voice was somewhat distorted by the intense pain, if anyone could hear it, he or she would definitely recognize it as Quirrell's voice.

Come to think of it, besides him, who else would appear in the secret passage connecting the Defense Against the Dark Arts office and its classroom?

"Ah~~I was wrong~Ah~~" Suffering some kind of unknown severe pain, Quirrell couldn't help but let out a miserable wail. The voice sounded extremely miserable.

And it’s easy for people to think about weird things that are not good for people’s physical and mental health.

Thanks also to the fact that this is a secret path, with solid walls made of airtight stone bricks on both sides.

Otherwise, the sound might really spread outside the room.

"waste!"

"big eater!"

A sharp sound rang out from the sealed corridor. The sound seemed to come from inside Quirrell's body, but it was obvious that it could not be Quirrell's voice.

"Have you been living with trolls for so long that your brain has become like a troll's? Ah! Answer me!"

Even though the voice sounded extremely weak, anyone could hear the anger in that weak voice.

Along with his voice, Quirrell, who was originally paralyzed on the ground and twitching, couldn't help but howl again.

"Ah~ no~~ I'm sorry, master, master, please calm down."

Although Quirrell, who was paralyzed on the ground, kept begging for mercy, the owner of that weak voice still seemed unmoved.

He was still torturing the former, which made Quirrell's wails and gasps mix together to form a miserable tune.

It seemed that this was the only way to offset the anger in his heart.

"Because of your stupidity, my plan was almost completely exposed!"

"Just because you discovered that damn giant monster you chose to hide in the Forbidden Forest with a brain full of slugs, Dumbledore has stepped up patrols of the Forbidden Forest. How can I go there in the future? Hunting unicorns in the woods?”

This weak voice was full of the coldness unique to snakes, and just the sound of it made people unconsciously get goosebumps all over their bodies.

That was, of course, the Mysterious Man, a slightly older wretch who possessed the poor Quirrell in the form of a wandering spirit.

"Lord~Master, calm down."

"How did you deal with that giant monster?" The mysterious man asked after severely punishing the stupid Quirrell.

It seemed like he had little idea of ​​what happened later that night.

This can explain one thing. The mysterious man temporarily separated from Quirrell and did not need to remain parasitic on Quirrell's body.

"Before that stupid guy came to attack it, I hid it in the secret passage and used the Imperius Curse to control it again."

"Hmph, you finally did something sensible."

"Master, do we still want to continue with the original plan?"

"Nonsense! We need to test Dumbledore's reaction first."

"But Dumbledore?"

"Do you think he doesn't suspect you? Or do you think you can hide it from that old immortal's eyes with such a crude disguise?"

The mysterious man interrupted Quirrell impatiently, his tone becoming increasingly sharp due to anger, which seemed to mean that Quirrell was suffering a new round of punishment.

"He thinks he can monitor me all the time just by putting me under his nose?"

"What a joke! Who does he think I am? Am I still the kid he looked at so hard?"

"I must make him pay for his arrogance and stupidity."