This Hogwarts is not normal

Quirinus Quirrell is a half-blood wizard.

Not only did he stutter, his body trembled frequently, as if he was about to pass out at any time.

The long scarf that wrapped the back of the head was greasy for the twins than Snape's hair.

All in all, even if Vincent didn't know the plot of the first movie, he felt that there was a big problem with this person.

It is not good to travel anywhere, but go to Albania where black wizards are rampant.

After returning, the whole person was in a state of nervousness, and deliberately wrapped a very suspicious long scarf.

Vincent, who held his breath for more than a minute, surrendered.

The bald socket guy will definitely enjoy it in it.

No, this man has no nose.

"No wonder……"

"No wonder what?"

"Do you think there is something wrong with Professor Quirrell?"

Neville shook his head after nodding, "He's always more normal than Professor Snape."

"Really?" Vincent held his breath again.

Unknowingly, the three of them followed suit.

"What are you doing?" Harry, who came over, quickly covered his nose.

Ron next to him didn't even dare to open his mouth, "This taste is really exciting!"

This smell can be smelled from a long distance, and Quirrell is probably not made of garlic.

"Merlin's gas mask!" Vincent said, sticking his head out of the window.

After taking a deep breath, he held his breath again.

"So why did we arrive so early?" James complained and stuck his head out of the window.

Alfred pointed at Vincent who was blushing, "It's you, it's all because of you!"

"Stop talking, class is about to start."

As soon as the words fell, a large group of lion cubs came over.

Then the little snakes came.

Including Hermione, these people came prepared.

"Hmph, stupid." Draco walked over arrogantly.

The six people who remained gathered their courage and strode towards the classroom that smelled of garlic.

Still the first row, still only six seats left.

This position has been the default since the first Transfiguration class.

Not long after class, Seamus in the second row raised his right hand high.

"Professor, how on earth did you defeat the resurrected zombies?"

Quirrell blushed slightly, turned to look out the window, "Today's weather is very good."

Vincent, who had gotten used to the smell of garlic and was no longer holding his breath, also raised his hand.

"Please, Mr. Wayne."

"Professor, who is the African prince who gave you the scarf?

My dad used to be active there, maybe he will know it. "

"Ah, this..." Quirrell rolled his eyes falteringly, and suddenly said a long and incomprehensible sentence.

"ovuvuevuevueuetuvewuuveleiligowumayikabigayiyobayeongepulupengpuevepuvenoyibayebubuleibuleibuleidobulei."

???

The students in the audience were dumbfounded.

Quirrell on the stage was full of pride, "This is his name, I should remember it correctly."

Vincent simply sat back down.

He was sure that the possessed professor was definitely playing tricks on purpose.

The reason is unknown, but it must be related to the bald socket man.

"Professor, are vampires really afraid of garlic?"

"Of course, they'll stay away from the garlic smell."

"So Hogwarts has vampires?"

"Er - this is just my hobby."

Vincent, like Bruce possessed, knocked out clues from the side during the whole class.

Even if Quirrell really met a very scary vampire, the other party would not dare to come to Hogwarts.

And the excuse of garlic is really bad.

It's like deliberately creating a feeling that others feel that there is something wrong with them.

"It is impossible for Dumbledore to have no doubts, so the reason why he dared to hire Quirrell is probably because..."

Vincent, who was recalling the plot of the movie in the second half of the class, finally connected all the clues together.

Dumbledore knew that Quirrell had a problem, and Quirrell knew that Dumbledore knew that he had a problem.

Dumbledore is not afraid that Quirrell will find the Philosopher's Stone, and Quirrell is not afraid that Dumbledore will know that he is looking for the Philosopher's Stone.

Dumbledore didn't know what was hidden in the hood, and Quirrell didn't know why Dumbledore didn't ask him what was hidden in the hood.

Summary: Dumbledore is setting up a situation, and Quirrell is deliberately acting like he has a problem.

It will take time to verify these guesses.

After class, Vincent actually felt that even the air was much fresher.

Regardless of whether Quirrell is good or bad, his intentions are always the Philosopher's Stone and Harry.

If Dumbledore is the one setting the chess game, Harry, who is responsible for guarding the Sorcerer's Stone, is a pawn.

Quirrell's subsequent performance almost kicked open the door of the principal's office, and then pointed at Dumbledore's crooked nose and shouted that he had a problem.

Unless the hidden bald socket man can show up when he has already jumped into the chess game, otherwise things will not change in any way.

"Vincent, what are you thinking?"

"No, I'm looking forward to the afternoon flight lessons."

"When you say that, I'm starting to look forward to it."

Ron, who was sitting opposite to cook, swallowed the food in his mouth, "I was riding Charlie's old broom and almost crashed into a hang glider."

Vincent subconsciously glanced at the long Slytherin table, only to find that the golden retriever student was absent from lunch.

"So that's why I'm in a good mood today..."

He tapped the empty plates in front of him one by one, and served a Hogwarts-style lunch that was delicious and delicious.

Under several pairs of surprised eyes, he quickly solved all of them.

Simo, who was about to brag about his experience of riding a broom, only gave him a thumbs up.

They all thought that Ron would be the most edible in the first grade.

Vincent, who was now hesitating whether to tap for the third time, finally let them understand what it means to be someone other than someone else.

"I have to take flying lessons later, so it's better not to eat too much."

After folding the napkin, Vincent realized that many people were looking at him.

"What's the matter? Is it strange that you feel better?"

"No—not surprising." Neville looked down at the empty plate in front of him.

"Ding Ding-"

Not only did he feel that he was hungry, but everyone who followed Vincent thought so.

"Hey, I ate too much later..."

Vincent, who was stared at by everyone, obediently kept his mouth shut.

He didn't know if he would vomit while riding on a broomstick, but he knew that as long as he spoke out, he would die socially on the spot.

"Tch, those Muggle fighters can't catch up with me on the broom—"

The only person who could boast so exaggeratedly was Draco who had just walked into the auditorium.

He was even in a better mood than Vincent, "I'm riding a broom for the first time, and those Muggles flying fighter jets can only eat dust behind me."

Crabbe and Goyle immediately chimed in.

"Wow, Draco, you are so talented!"

"It is a precious loss for the school not to let the first-year students enter the Quidditch team!"

As the saying goes, there are no waves without wind.

These three are making such a big fuss, they must be planning something.

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