This Hogwarts is not normal

Just after midnight that day, a certain four lion cubs sneaked out again.

Hermione's communication with Qiu in the afternoon was very smooth, much smoother than when they first met.

"Is she easy to talk to?"

"Yes, at least she doesn't pester people to ask questions, and she feels very comfortable getting along with her."

George smiled awkwardly, "Oh, I'm a little hungry~"

Holding the Marauder's Map, he strode down the castle stairs.

Fred winked at Vincent.

"You said why the smoke in the Forbidden Forest hasn't fallen yet?". Seven

"It should be because of the magic that prevents invasion."

Hearing their deliberately diverted topic, Hermione immediately became interested.

"The last time you flew out of school on a broomstick, Professor McGonagall hadn't dispelled the protective magic."

Vincent spotted the blind spot. "You think they're being manipulated?"

"very possible."

Who would let a cloud of choking smoke stay in the Forbidden Forest?

Hagrid?

Dumbledore?

"Or, now go and see if there's any—"

"Quirrell is out!"

George, who trotted up, pointed to the location of the auditorium on the map.

The small footprints under the name of Quirinus Quirrell went straight to the outside of the castle.

"What should we do?" Hermione hurried to the window.

However, the bottom is pitch black, and the Forbidden Forest can only be seen as a vague outline.

"He's coming soon."

The Marauder's Map can only display the castle and its surrounding area.

Once Quirrell enters the Forbidden Forest, it will be difficult to find him.

Vincent frowned, and looked at the three pairs of big eyes that were at a loss.

They wanted to catch Quirrell, but were more worried about being caught by someone else.

If the other party is allowed to step into the Forbidden Forest, they will be very unwilling.

"You—I—"

Taking a deep breath, Vincent met the eyes of the three of them with a calm face.

"I'll go back to the dormitory first, you stay outside the Forbidden Forest, don't go in."

Looking at their backs running up the stairs, both the twins and Hermione felt reassured.

After returning to the dormitory, Vincent immediately opened the big box hidden under the bed that was sent from home a few days ago.

He changes into a bulletproof vest, transforming its appearance into a normal coat.

The newly made smoke bombs, daggers, silencer pistols, gas masks, etc. were all shrunk down one by one and put into pockets.

Opening the interlayer of the box, he looked at several big guys quite speechlessly.

"They probably won't be needed..."

He closed the box, got up and opened the bedroom door.

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Outside the Forbidden Forest.

The twins were keeping an eye on what was going on inside, and Hermione was keeping an eye on the Marauder's Map.

Dumbledore was still circling in the headmaster's office;

The other professors are in their offices;

Filch was guarding the fourth floor;

The students are very well behaved.

She glanced down and saw Snape walking out of the office.

"We're in big trouble!"

George turned his head sideways, his expression gradually becoming bitter.

"What is he doing when he's not in the Batcave..."

"It should be knowing the identity of the mysterious person."

Hermione followed the footprints and looked up.

"He's making sure Quirrell is still in the office."

"What if it's not there?"

"Block the door."

George patted his chest lightly, "Fortunately, we have several secret passages to go back."

"I'm not worried about Vincent." She moved her gaze to the tower, "I just think Quirrell will blame Batman."

Fred, who was staring at the Forbidden Forest, said subconsciously, "Why don't we lure Snape here.

Quirrell can find an excuse to go to the Batcave, but what about going to the Forbidden Forest? "

"Who will go?" Hermione's little hand holding the map was trembling, "We are all Gryffindor students, and Snape will definitely clear the house points on the spot."

"Vincent?" George shook his head after finishing speaking, "No, the old bat is too suspicious."

When the three were distressed, Snape had arrived at Quirrell's office.

After this series of small footprints went in, they never came out again.

As soon as Vincent approached them, Hermione looked back.

"Why is everyone so sad."

He walked forward quickly, "Did Quirrell go back?"

"No." Fred smiled wryly and tapped the Marauder's Map, "The old bat has already discovered who the mysterious man is."

When the matter was roughly finished, Vincent also became distressed.

Either stop Quirrell, or you can only give up college points.

"Well, you guys make a big noise to bring Snape over."

Hermione watched him restore the gas mask he took out of his pocket, "Are you going to find Quirrell alone?"

"That's right." Vincent restored the dagger and changed its appearance into his own wand, "I can disillusion, so don't worry that I will be discovered."

"Okay then." She looked away unwillingly.

"I'm a little wizard with the effect of a blessing potion."

He put on a gas mask, "It's best to attract Professor Dumbledore, so that our college points will be guaranteed."

Both twins understood what he meant.

With Dumbledore present, no matter whether Quirrell was exposed or not, Snape probably couldn't deduct points.

Vincent, who had made all the preparations, raised his wand and tapped his chest, and disappeared under the eyes of the three of them.

"Dude, are you still there?"

George closed his mouth.

Without any sound, he just left.

Hermione looked at the map thoughtfully.

Snape on the third floor is okay, but Dumbledore, who is on the same level as the Gryffindor tower, what is he going to use to attract him?

"Did you bring the big dung eggs?"

"George has two."

She expressed her thoughts as if she had made up her mind.

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Deep in the forbidden forest.

As soon as Quirrell came to the lake, he smelled the familiar choking breath again.

It didn't dissipate for half a month, and it was 100% someone's hands and feet.

"Dumbledore—"

Voldemort's low voice made him stop suddenly.

"Are you afraid? Quirinus—"

"My master, has he discovered something?"

"You really are afraid of—"

Quirrell knelt down tremblingly.

"No, master!

I'm just worried that if I die, I will waste this good opportunity to revive you. "

"You dare to threaten me? Quirinus!"

The roar that echoed in his mind was like crashing into the depths of the spiritual rose.

His entire face under the cloak was in agony, and cold sweat rolled down the tip of his nose.

"Lord—Master, please forgive—forgive my ignorance."

"You will not die, Quirinus—"

Voldemort's voice was very calm, as if nothing had just happened.

"The gamekeeper is my junior. He used to raise some kind of magical animal in school, and he directly killed a student—"

Quirrell wiped the sweat off his brow, "Master, do you think the smoke is his..."

"Quirinus, this is my last mercy."

"I understand."

He got up and waved his wand lightly, heading deeper into the smoke that wasn't aimed at him.

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