This Hogwarts is not normal

After Quirrell knocked out the giant monster arranged by himself, he came to Snape's level.

He walked to the table where the seven vials were placed, and took the parchment in his hand.

[Danger is ahead, safety is behind.

There are two of us who can help you.

Drink them, one will lead you forward, the other will send you back to where you came from.

Two contained nettle wine.

Three are killers, waiting in line.

Choose, unless you wish to procrastinate here forever.

We also provide four clues to help you choose:

First, no matter how cunningly the poisons hide, they stand to the left of the nettle wine;

Second, the contents of the bottles at the left and right ends are insufficient.None of them will work for you if you want to move forward;

Third, you will find that the bottles vary in size, and there is no death hidden in giants and gnomes;

Fourth, the second on the left and the second on the right, although they look different, taste the same. ]

"A boring logic problem—"

The voice in Quirrell's head was impatient.

Last week, when Filch took away a few little snakes, he saw Lu Wei's cutie.

what to do?Sneak into Snape's office.

With the three big bottles of living hell decoction, it is estimated that he can sleep until dawn.

Devil's net?Very simple.

The key is a bit difficult, mainly because I am not familiar with it and cannot use the summoning spell.

Wizard Chess is okay, but I played it for more than half an hour.

As for knocking out trolls, he's always been pretty good at it.

"My honorable master, Dumbledore will definitely cast powerful magic."

Quirrell picked up the smallest bottle, "Of course, he won't be your opponent—yes, I'll drink it right away."

He took a small sip, then took another sip when he felt that the portion was not enough.

Putting away only two-thirds of the bottle left, he slowly walked towards the black flame ahead.

In the next moment, he appeared in a large empty house.

"let me see--"

Quirrell carefully opened his cloak, and bit by bit the long scarf covering his forehead.

When the last piece fell, there was a distorted ugly face on the back of his head.

Cruel, cold eyes slowly scanned the entire room.

"Oh, it's still in your hand, Dumbledore..."

There is no trace of magic here, and there is no mechanism to hide the Philosopher's Stone.

Although it was early, it was not without gains.

"My honorable master, I will definitely be faster next time."

"Even so—"

The big face on the back of the head smiled ferociously, "There is a unicorn in that forest, and I need its blood."

Quirrell agreed with trepidation.

Any black magic requires a price to use.

The three unforgivable curses will gradually change one's personality.

And the magic that can be attached to a living person in the state of a soul, the price will naturally not be so low.

But Quirrell, who did not drink the potion and teleported back, had a very complicated expression at the moment.

After dispelling a large group of winged keys, he raised his hand and opened the door.

He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice that there was only a small string of thin hair lying outside.

"pat-"

He fell to the ground.

What's even more sad is that there happened to be a few darts sticking in there.

The four figures in the corner couldn't close their mouths in surprise.

At this level, you still want to get out of Hogwarts after taking things?

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Quirrell, who was lying on the ground and laughing maniacally, forcibly stood up with his hands supporting his body.

The wounds pierced by bat darts looked particularly oozing in the weak light.

"Dumbledore, can you finally bear it!"

He held his wand aloft, his large face glowing with excitement under his cloak.

But before he got excited, a small black thing flew over.

"You are corrupt, Dumbledore!"

The alder wand in his hand drew forward forcefully.

After a bang, the shattered object released a large amount of smoke.

The skin on the back of the hand that came into contact with them instantly turned red.

Quirrell gripped his wand tightly in pain.

"Fool, that's not Dumbledore—

Get out, there are three of them! "

At the same time as the voice sounded in his mind, he quickly bent over and rolled outwards.

"Snapped--"

After digging out of the smog, another small object fell nearby.

The big red face under Quirrell's cloak looked extremely flustered.

He who is not afraid of Dumbledore, what is he afraid of?

"Get out of here!

Don't think I don't know what you're thinking! "

This roar full of anger drove him to draw his wand across his body.

As if there was an invisible suction force, all the nearby smoke was concentrated on the tip of the staff.

"It's actually a silent spell—"

The low voice from the other side made him subconsciously frown.

Even though he said it under his breath, it sounded like deja vu.

"Illusory Curse!"

This shout disrupted Quirrell's thinking.

execration?There is no need to recite the illusion spell.

Before he could shake off the puff of smoke from his wand, he heard a very loud boom.

"Damn it, there's another—"

After the voice in his head flickered away, he flew towards the left very unwizardly.

The red light that exploded on the floor brought up several small fragments.

Quirrell, who got up quickly, lit up his wand, finally able to see the four people on the opposite side clearly.

The leader was wearing a dark gray tights and a black cloak, a black half-face helmet with sharp horns protruding from both sides, and a very conspicuous bat pattern printed on his chest.

The one on the left is dressed in black, with a bat-shaped eyepatch on his face, and a blue line on his chest that extends to his shoulders.

The one on the right is wearing a red jacket, yellow cape, black eyepatch, green shoulder sleeves, gloves and boots, and a yellow letter "R" on the left chest.

The one at the end is in a black tights, with an eye patch connected to the two cat ears on the head, and a small piece of claw on the ten fingertips of both hands.

Quirrell was a little confused.

Compared with the other side, his black cloak was as plain as if he had just walked out of a ravine.

"who are you?"

"Batman."

"Nightwing."

"Robin."

"Catwoman."

The Catwoman at the end spoke with a bit of reluctance.

After hearing the names of the four, Quirrell was trembling all over.

If you want to fool people, just say it, what are you doing with all these things?

"Stun them all, starting with the very middle—"

Before he had time to think about why the voice was filled with fear, he raised his alder wand while aiming at the Batman in the middle.

But the other party was one step faster.

"Oh, not even a wand—"

With the height of a fourth grader at most, could it be possible to cast spells without a staff?

However, from the empty right hand on the opposite side, a small flame popped out from the palm.

Qi Luo's pupils shrank instantly, and he could clearly see a small thing in the shape of a yellow peanut, which was shooting towards him at an extremely fast speed.

"Pfft-"

He was shot in the thigh!

The big grinning face under the cloak stared ferociously at the other side.

"Stupid-"

"Quickly imprison—"

"There are many obstacles—"

When Quirrell heard the three curses sounded at the same time, he began to curse in his heart.

It's fine to bring Muggle weapons, but it's four against one.

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