Soaring at Hogwarts

Ian was pointed at by the wand, but instead smiled crookedly.

The next moment, the office door was kicked open.

"What happened," Gilani walked in and said venomously, "I thought I heard someone arguing?"

He looked at the messy office and said twice, "Professor Quirrell, what are you doing?"

Quirrell put his wand down and looked at Gilani warily.

"No, it's nothing, you, who are you?"

"Professor Alchemy, right next door to you," Gilani glanced at Quirrell with disgust and stretched out his hand to pull Ian up. "It seems you have never attended my class, Quirinas."

"I……"

"Okay, please clean up!" Gilani interrupted Qiluo roughly, "I took this child away. It seems that he is not suitable to stay here."

Ian left Quirrell's office and vaguely heard Quirrell curse again.

After returning to Gilani's territory, Ian breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the table.

"Thank you, Gilani, that's a big help."

The one Ian entered by "wrong turn" was not an empty classroom, but an alchemy classroom, and Gilani was there.

Ian's behavior at that time was obviously noticed by him.

"How did you get into trouble with him?" Gilani looked at the flames of the alchemy furnace and asked.

"I didn't provoke him, he provoked me," Ian muttered. "It seems that I don't have to go on patrol today."

"Ok?"

"That guy... um..." Ian said lazily, "planned to do bad things in the castle... so the Forbidden Forest is safe now."

Gilani shook his head, looking like he was stubborn and resentful: "You know he is going to do bad things, but you are not ready to stop him?"

"What are you trying to stop..." Ian said gloomily as he lay on his stomach without getting up, "It's definitely not going to work anyway... He will run away in despair... It's easier than I thought... It's Harry... …”

"Can you write a letter to Hagrid for me...just say I'm not going..."

After speaking, the voice became smaller and smaller.

Whether it was the forest patrol or the divination just now, Ian was nervous.Now that Quirrell's story is finally coming to an end, Ian's tense nerves instantly relaxed.

He wants to take a nap.

Gilani looked at Ian, at the stove, and then toward the corridor on the fourth floor without saying a word.

The fire was warm, and half asleep, he seemed to have arrived at Trelawney's divination classroom.

Trelawney pushed a cup of tea to Ian, as if to have a chat with himself.As they chatted, the tea cup in their hands turned into a crystal ball, and Quirrell's face was reflected in it.

Trelawny also asked Ian to do a divination to see whether the chicken laid the egg or the egg laid the chicken.

Ian declined and said he didn't know how.

"I can do it, how can you not." Trelawney insisted.

Ian even said that he really didn't know how, and he was so anxious that he was sweating.

It really didn't make sense, so Ian got so angry that he threw the crystal ball away.

The crystal ball was thrown into the sky, fell down again, and hit Ian on the head.

"what!"

Ian woke up with a start.

He touched his chest in shock and gasped.

"What's wrong?" Gilani looked away and asked.

"I had a strange dream."

Ian took a sip of water and silently recited the mind-purifying mantra to calm his mind.

At this time, an idea suddenly broke into my mind.

"Jilani," Ian raised his head and asked confusedly, "do you know that I have the ability to 'divide'?"

"We definitely know it now," Gilani said.

"Professor McGonagall doesn't know," Ian said slowly. "She doesn't encourage me to learn centaurs' astrology. So, if she doesn't know it, how does Quirrell know it?"

"Well, someone should tell him."

"Then, who could it be... It can't be Professor Dumbledore," Ian thought of the ridiculous dream just now, "It can't be Professor Trelawney, right?"

"Could it be Voldemort?" Gilani's eyes turned back to the corridor on the fourth floor.

Ian was a little surprised.

"Or you can ask him in person? Your friends seem to be planning to ask him why he does bad things."

"what?!"

"Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Miss Heseltine followed Quirinas to the fourth floor."

…………Things in the world go with the flow, and only a dream comes to an end…………

"Passed out!"

Although I don’t know why Quirrell is alone, this does not prevent Samantha from casting spells behind Quirrell.

The accuracy was good, but Quirrell twisted his neck and dodged at a weird angle, as if he had seen a spell.

"armor--"

She still couldn't get over the silent spell.

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and several ropes jumped out of thin air, tying Samantha tightly.

"It's actually you?" Quirrell turned around and looked at Samantha.

"Just now I was wondering if I would meet your brother or Harry. It seems like you are much more restless than them."

Samantha tried unsuccessfully to break free of the ropes.

So she asked: "Where are the Ian people?"

"He was taken away. Not only is he annoying, but he also always has some shitty luck," Quirrell said angrily. "He talks nonsense, doesn't tell the whole story, pretends to be a ghost, and is a bad guy and a good guy!

If it weren't for his chirping, I could have knocked Harry to death on the Quidditch pitch, and I had to use that giant squid to help? "

"You were the one who put the curse on the giant squid?" Samantha solved a doubt and said happily, "But it's of no use, is it?"

"Shut up!" Quirrell was annoyed. "You are as annoying as him."

"Haha, if you want to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, I suggest you hurry up," Samantha didn't look panicked at all. "Ian will definitely go to the professor for help. When they come, you won't be able to do anything. .”

"You know the Philosopher's Stone?!"

Quirrell had already turned to look at the Mirror of Erised, but when he heard Samantha's words, he turned around sharply.

"Who told you? Who! Ian again?!"

Samantha said nothing.

"Speak!" Quirrell came over and pointed the wand at her, emitting an ominous dark green light.

"You tell me to shut up at one moment and ask me to speak at the other. It's very difficult."

Samantha spoke hesitantly and cheerfully - she saw a hand appearing out of thin air behind Quirrell.

A bell is about to be thrown.

At the same time, it was accompanied by the curse: "Everything——"

"Snapped!"

The rope knocked the three little wizards out of invisibility and tied them to the ground.The bell also lost its accuracy and I don’t know where it went.

"It seems I guessed right," Quirrell's mood actually improved, "Harry, you're here."

"Why you." Harry struggled, "I thought it was Snape."

"Heh, little fool." Quirrell said lazily, "Then just keep thinking like this. I'm very busy and I don't have time to explain to you."

He went to the mirror and talked to himself there.

"What's going on with this mirror? What's its function? Help me, Master!"

A voice came from his body, but it was not Quirrell himself: "Use that boy...use that boy..."

Listening to this weird sound, Samantha seemed to understand the reason why their dirty tricks were discovered.