Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Screaming, retreating, the shoes were split open, revealing dark blue patterned socks, toes cramped, repairing the shoes——

The aftermath of the attack was much the same as it was before school started, only the socks had changed color.

Toby looked at Quirrell suspiciously: "Why is it you again? Hasn't the mechanism to protect the Philosopher's Stone been completed yet? And it happens to be a Halloween dinner. You don't go to the dinner, but come to the Forbidden Forest?"

Quirrell explained in a panic: "I-I-I am preparing for the quasi-course and teaching students how to fight-defeat the troll."

Fortunately, Quirrell had already thought of an excuse. He was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so he could use the content of future courses to evade suspicion.

Toby immediately showed admiration: "I knew you had real talents, Professor Quirrell, the troll is a good choice, and it's time for the students to change their views on you. Wait until you defeat them in front of them." Troll, you're sure to be their hero. Seriously, you should make this your first class, it's a lot more shocking."

Quirrell froze: "You-are you serious?"

He has always wanted to be noticed, otherwise he would not go astray.

"Of course." Toby said: "Don't underestimate the status of the troll in the hearts of the students. At least the troll is big enough. Think about that scene - the mountain-like troll fainted with a bang, You're still standing, safe and sound, and it couldn't be a cooler opening than that."

After a pause, Toby added: "Of course, it's still not as good as my magic circle, but it's hard to match. What can be more shocking than a death performance."

Quirrell was still immersed in fantasy, and he watched Toby pick up a purple hood, which was originally worn on his head, in order to cover the face of the master——

"Ah!" Quirrell cried out all of a sudden, he snatched the scarf away, and looked at Toby in fear.

Toby was taken aback by Quirrell's reaction: "Hey, don't make such a fuss, I just wanted to help, although I now understand why you wear a hood all day, it's okay to be bald, it's better than greasy Long hair is better. But I can recommend you the Quick Detangler Set, this shampoo has the effect of hair growth—”

Quirrell only saw Toby's mouth opening and closing, but couldn't hear any sound.He subconsciously touched the back of his head, but he didn't feel the other face, nor did he feel the scar pierced by the Shenfeng Shadowless Curse.

Voldemort seemed to disappear, taking his injuries with him, but how could this be possible?

Quirrell quickly put the hood on, and he ran away regardless, and Toby didn't even have time to stop him.

"Hey! Professor Quirrell! - I didn't expect Quirrell to be so shy. He doesn't want to be discovered that he is bald. Or is it because he has a stronger self-esteem? I shouldn't be resented by him, right?"

Just as Toby was muttering, Al sat on the flying carpet and flew back again.

"Anything gained?"

"ah!"

"You mean it's just an ordinary gathering place? Well, I found nothing again. I'll find another place later. Now I have to go back quickly, so I don't miss the dinner."

On the other side, Quirrell ran out of the Forbidden Forest with complicated thoughts.The plan to capture the troll failed, but Quirrell couldn't care less about it at this time—where did Voldemort go?

Just as he was passing through an oak forest, panic suddenly occupied his mind. Quirrell subconsciously slowed down. He slowly stretched out his arms, trying to touch the back of his head, but was stopped by a deep voice up.

"Over and over again...your plans have failed, Quirrell...you really disappoint me..."

"Master-lord-master, I—"

"Shut up... Stop trying to fool me with your lame excuses... We must act tonight... We must... steal the Magic Stone..."

Voldemort's voice finally disappeared, and Quirrell left the Forbidden Forest tremblingly. He couldn't have the slightest idea of ​​resisting Voldemort, and he had no choice.

Even without the troll, Quirrell would still have to break into the room protecting the Philosopher's Stone.

At this moment, the students are happily gathering in the auditorium, and the Halloween dinner is much more interesting than the opening dinner-a thousand bats are fluttering on the walls and ceiling, and another thousand bats are like a bunch of low Dark clouds swirled and danced above the dining table, making the candle flames in the pumpkin belly flicker.

Hermione was also in the Great Hall, sitting next to Harry and Ron, and she glanced up at the professor's chair.

"Why isn't Professor Hemmer here?" Hermione said in surprise, and planned to count again, but she got the same result.

"Today is Halloween dinner." Ron complained: "Can't you mention something happy?"

Hermione glared at Ron, but Ron was really afraid of Professor Highmore - the most powerful evidence is that Filch has been talking about Professor Highmore's excellence recently, saying that he is what a professor should be like. Students should be disciplined so harshly.

It is said that Filch's greatest wish is to visit Professor Highmore's office, which is much scarier than learning the instruments used to punish students before.

But Harry didn't ignore Hermione's discovery, he also took a good look at the professor's seat, and asked thoughtfully, "Could Professor Highmore be trying to steal that little package?"

"You haven't given up on your ridiculous ideas?" Ron felt that he was going to die of exhaustion, and he couldn't stop after a good Halloween dinner.

Harry retorted in a low voice: "Otherwise, why would he appear in the corridor in the middle of the night? That's the time he caught us. It's fine if it's just Snape and Filch, they must have got Malfoy's advance notice." Notice, but do you think he dares to say the same thing as Professor Haimo? He will be imprisoned by Professor Haimo before he designs to frame us."

"I don't object to this." Ron said: "Professor Heimer hates students who don't pay attention to the ancient magic class. Even if they chat quietly during class, they will be deducted. The strangest thing is that there is no dean. I'm going to find trouble with him, and I'm still waiting for him to have another fight with Snape."

Hermione looked at the two of them with strange eyes, as if she was thinking about how she became friends with them.

"What do you think?" Hermione said angrily, "Professor Highmore's behavior couldn't be simpler, he's just an ordinary strict professor—"

"His sternness is anything but ordinary," Ron murmured, looking deeply hurt by it.

Harry struggled for a while, and it suddenly occurred to him that even if Professor Highmore planned to steal the small package, he could do nothing. He didn't have enough evidence to report on Professor Highmore, and he didn't dare to violate the school rules without authorization - he had already been detained a lot A college score.

He picked up a piece of potato, and at this moment, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the auditorium. Only then did Harry realize that the three of them had forgotten about Professor Quirrell. He was also not in the professor's chair, and his presence was horribly low.

Quirrell's turban was tilted on his head, his face full of horror. Everyone was staring at him, and they saw him walking to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaning on the table, gasping and saying: "The three-headed dog is out of control - in the underground classroom - thought you should knew."

After speaking, he fell headlong to the floor and passed out.