Pure Blood Glory at Hogwarts

Harry glanced carefully at the map.

He just saw a name appear out of nowhere on the map. Although he was stunned for a moment, he thought about a lot of problems, so he pulled Ron to hide without hesitation.

And until now, he was seeing that person's name.

"Professor Quirrell! How come!"

Harry groaned in surprise.

A puzzled and puzzled look appeared on his face.

This is not right!

"Isn't it Snape?"

As soon as Ron said this, he instantly felt like an idiot: "Ernie said yesterday that they have Potions class today, and Snape doesn't have time."

"But today, during this time period, there is indeed no Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Harry hesitated, although he watched the name gradually approaching in the secret passage.But he still asked a little strangely: "Tell me, is there such a possibility that Professor Quirrell just went out to do some small things, such as..."

"Halloween surprise candy?" Ron looked at Harry in shock. "Are you talking in your sleep, Harry?"

Harry was dumbfounded, unable to think of a reason to refute.Although he knew that what he said was also possible, but the possibility was so low that it could only happen by coincidence, it really couldn't be regarded as a normal situation.

"Stay here for a while to see the situation? Or go back and tell Luke directly, no matter what is going on, but telling Luke is absolutely right."

Ron asked Harry for his opinion, and before they knew it, Luke was already their backbone.

Harry actually wanted to stay here a little longer.What if?Although there is really only a one-ten-thousandth probability, there may be such a possibility.

But looking at the name that was approaching, Harry inexplicably felt deeply irritated.It feels like being Brownian motioned in the head by a buzzing fly.

"Go! Let's talk to Luke about this first."

He raised his hand subconsciously, then pulled Ron up, and walked back in the direction they came from.

Ron froze for a moment, but he still didn't resist, but followed closely.

"Hurry up! Is this your foot strength?!"

Quirrell didn't have flies in his head, but he felt that sometimes, this thing was more annoying than flies.

"I've tried my best, master, but please understand my physical condition. In fact, if we hadn't found those related herbs in the process of patrolling the Forbidden Forest, I might not be able to hold on long ago."

Quirrell said helplessly.

"That's why we need to find unicorns. If we find unicorns, we can brew that kind of potion, which can greatly restore our health!"

Voldemort yelled again in Quirrell's head.

"But...Master, the unicorns themselves live scattered in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. And we dare not provoke some creatures in the depths of the Forbidden Forest at will."

Quirrell was very helpless. To put it bluntly, he was just a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who was kicked out of the shelves.He is capable, but not too strong, otherwise he would not have accepted the job given by Dumbledore back then.

In the entire wizarding world, there are very few people who do not know that this position is cursed.Although some people don't believe it, it doesn't mean they are willing to accept it.

But he couldn't help it, he couldn't live if he didn't pick it up...

Therefore, his ability is good for dealing with the magical animals on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, but it is really stretched to deal with the magical animals in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.Dealing with unicorns is of course no problem, but unicorns are not magical animals that are good at fighting. The main reason why they are famous is... good-looking.

"Enough, enough, I know, I've said it many times."

Voldemort spoke impatiently.

Then he suddenly snorted a little annoyed.

"What happened, master?"

Quirrell became nervous for a moment. After so many days of getting along, he had already had a basic understanding of this guy who had no body and occupied the back of his head.Of course, it is only limited to the case of no physical body.

But this kind of snorting tone and breath is still abnormal after all.

Don't wonder why Quirrell can easily perceive such boring things.If such boring details are a matter of life and death, everyone can do just fine.

"It's nothing... just a little upset."

After finishing speaking, Voldemort stopped speaking, and Quirrell's mind also returned to calm, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

It was finally clean.

He glanced at the box in his hand, feeling a little puzzled for a moment.

What kind of magical animal will it be inside?

It doesn't make much sense to know the answer to this question though.As long as the magical animals inside would seriously threaten the lives of the students, it would be the same whether it was a fire dragon or a giant monster.

"Finally I can rest for a while."

Luke slumped tiredly on a roughly deformed chair, then wiped the sweat off his brow, feeling the weakness in his mind, and yawned again.

Professor McGonagall looked at him, especially noting his tired posture, and frowned.Of course, he knew that Luke's physical strength couldn't be so weak that it's just like this. It's just a few changes...well, maybe hundreds of tables, chairs and benches showed this posture.

If it wasn't for Luke's intentional mischief, then there was something else hidden.

It's just that Professor McGonagall didn't know what was behind this secret, but she remembered a sentence inexplicably.

"After fighting or training, it is normal to be physically and mentally exhausted."

But in fact, after fighting or training, they usually feel physically exhausted, but mentally, or spiritually, there is no problem at all.

And now, it seems that Luke is indeed in a rather exhausted state.

The physical strength may be fine, but the mental consumption is great.

But just when she was about to ask a question, she saw two figures running from a distance.

"Luke!"

Ron subconsciously shouted.

And Luke was taken aback, and after recovering, he involuntarily pressed the center of his brow.

After the mental power is consumed, the individual's reaction speed and thinking speed will be affected.

Although today's training was not as exaggerated as the first time, it was still a bit excessive after all.

And the two people over there obviously also saw Professor McGonagall, and hesitated for a while and dared not go forward.

"I don't know what I'm afraid of..."

Luke sighed softly, and then said to Professor McGonagall: "Professor, I'll go and see what's going on first."

"Okay, let's go. You don't need to come here later, just go and rest for a while."

Professor McGonagall looked at Luke's dazed eyes, and waved at him helplessly.

After thinking about it carefully, she had no intention of asking.

Like Dumbledore, what should be said will never be left behind, and what should not be said will never be added.

If it is not really confirmed that Luke's surname is the ancient 'Gaunt', now she would have to wonder if Luke's surname is not as ancient, long-standing, and noble as Dumbledore.

Although the surname Dumbledore might be better than 'Gaunt' now.

Luke gave him the feeling that he was a smaller Dumbledore, or a younger old Dumbledore.

"Okay Professor!"

A bright and joyful smile appeared on Luke's face, obviously very excited about the sudden break time.It seemed that he couldn't wait to stick himself on the bed and have a good sleep.

After speaking, he strode towards Harry and Ron.

The smile on his face didn't disappear, but his murmurs had begun.

"What big news did the two of you discover?"

Luke yawned and asked.

After Harry glanced at Professor McGonagall in the distance, he lowered his voice and said to Luke: "Luke, we saw Professor Quirrell leave the school through the secret passage, and then came back through the secret passage."

"We may have misunderstood Snape, or maybe Snape and Quirrell are on the same team!"

Ron also opened his mouth and added.The latter possibility is another more reliable answer that he and Harry came up with during the discussion.

If you are not sure which of two people is the bad guy, treat both of them as bad guys first.It's inhumane, and even deplorable, but somewhat useful.

Of course, the current Ron and Harry may not understand this truth, but whether it is their own face or stereotypes, they feel that the second answer is more likely!Much taller!

Luke didn't even need to look at their emotional dust, just from Ron's firm tone and expression when he spoke the second half of the sentence, he could feel his attitude.

Luke felt that if he said the second possibility now and Ron didn't talk back to him, it would be able to show that his first step of influence on Ron had been completed.

But now he has no intention of experimenting with such a boring thing.

"Maybe, but don't worry too much."

Luke patted the shoulders of the two of them and smiled confidently: "We are all ready! No matter who it is tonight! No matter what the situation is tonight."

The confidence on Luke's face made Harry and Ron a little dazed, but after regaining their senses, they remembered their frantic escape, and felt a little ashamed for a moment.

"Is there really no problem? Is there anything we can do for you?"

Harry asked involuntarily.

"People from the Gaunt family will never tell lies!"

A look of pride and reserve took over Luke's face.The sense of nobility, pride, and pride is just right.

Harry was a little lost, and then heard Ron's voice beside him.

"And the Weasleys too!"

Ron himself felt a little embarrassed when he said this.He just said it subconsciously just now, but in retrospect, his parents had already lied about buying himself a new wand.

Plus George and Fred who often lied to him.He didn't seem in a position to say the phrase 'Same goes for the Weasleys. '

But Luke's expected indifference, or even mockery, didn't appear.

Luke just patted him on the shoulder hard.

"That's right! Ron! This is the belief we should have!"

After finishing speaking, Luke yawned again, and his whole mental state became sluggish, and he said listlessly: "That's it, I have to go to sleep first."

Then, regardless of the duo who were still in a state of confusion, they walked directly towards the Slytherin lounge in three steps.

"Why do I somehow feel like we need to be more prepared?"

Harry looked at Luke's back and said with some concern.

"It shouldn't be necessary... Of course, there is no harm in preparing." Ron said.

In this way, the two people once again unified their thinking.

"By the way, Harry, why didn't we tell Professor McGonagall the news?"

"Professor Quirrell may be an accomplice, and Professor McGonagall is not impossible! We are doing big things now, Ron! Be careful everywhere!"

Listening to the conversation between the pair of live treasures from a distance, Professor McGonagall felt black.

Maybe these two kids, determined to do great things, learn to keep secrets before they learn to be cautious.

But she didn't say anything in the end.

It was not a bad thing for Harry to be vigilant about such things.

After all, no matter who attacks Hogwarts, Harry Potter is always a very worthy target.

After Luke left the auditorium, he went straight back to his dormitory, but before smashing himself on the bed, he still saw Doris lying on the pillow.

Luke lifted Doris off his pillow first, then shook her head.

"Wake up, wake up, tell me first how things are going with your arrangement?"

Doris opened her eyes in bewilderment, looked at Luke, and said without energy.

"I didn't dare to get close. When I walked to the position you told me, I felt a special sense of restraint. If I got closer, I might be controlled."

"Sorry, the task was not completed."

Doris said aggrievedly.And Luke really couldn't say anything when he saw this.

"It's okay, as long as you're fine, it's just a trivial matter whether you can find out something."

Luke didn't talk nonsense, and being able to feel that sense of restraint was a very valuable thing in itself.At least it can be explained that there are not no protective measures there.

Then when you really want to go in, you must be careful and careful.

"Sorry……"

Doris looked at Luke's solemn expression, rubbed Luke's face, and apologized to Luke very seriously.

"It really doesn't matter."

Luke picked Doris's chin with his index finger, and said with a smile, "Your safety is the most important thing. Besides, it's just a few moves later. It might not be necessary."

Doris also couldn't understand what Luke meant, she could only look at Luke aggrieved and blamed herself.Luke didn't speak, just put his hand gently on her body.

After that, one person and one snake fell asleep in such a harmonious way.

They are all tired.

……

Quirrell put the box in his hand in the utility room.

"Isn't it confusing enough?"

Quirrell asked with some concern.

"Just to see what's going on there, a little chaos is enough."

Voldemort felt that he was about to be fed up with this incompetent guy who liked to question other people's decisions, but if he really wanted him to come up with a reliable revision opinion, he might come out.

If he hadn't been able to scold him a few words, Voldemort would have suspected which of the two of them was the master.

Quirrell could hear the irritation in his tone.So he shut his mouth knowingly.But looking at the box, I was still somewhat uneasy.

After all, they haven't opened the box yet to see what kind of magical animal it is inside.

What if someone deliberately tricked them into making some weak magical animals?Then isn't he throwing himself into a trap today?

Although Voldemort has said a lot and explained a lot patiently, Quirrell is still anxious and frightened in his heart.

This can only be said to be such a personality, some people are like this, always trembling, walking on thin ice.

"Will it be deliberate when we come back and open the box?"

Quirrell asked again.

"Then think of a way!"

Voldemort roared.

Quirrell pursed his lips, and then fell silent.

He heard a dull, heavy breathing coming from the back of his head.

Apparently now he can't talk anymore.Because he didn't think of any solution, he could only hope that the powerful and sinister Dark Lord would have some good solution.

"Now, go back. We are in charge of inspecting the school tonight. No matter what happens, whether it is caused by us or not, we will be suspected. Before the dinner starts, your task is to arrange the necessary ingredients for tonight ! Don't waste time!"

Voldemort gave the order in a tone that bordered on a growl.

Quirrell himself felt wronged.Obviously Voldemort's orders were inconsistent, and while saying that he would be suspected, he was afraid that he would be suspected.

This kind of thing is difficult for him to understand.

But since he was not allowed to think about it, he simply didn't want to.

Anyway, since being taken by him, his life is no longer his own.

Sometimes he also thought that death might not be a kind of relief.

Of course, it's better not to die than to die.

And after he walked out of the utility room and turned a corner, he felt a black shadow appear in front of him.

He stopped immediately, clenched his fist subconsciously, and moved his hand to the magic wand holster around his waist.But after all, he didn't put his hands on it.

"Ha, Professor Snape, why are you here?"

Quirrell said with an embarrassed smile.

Snape glanced up and down at Quirrell coldly.

"My office is here. How could I come here..."

Snape's tone was grim and ironic.In short, it is the kind of feeling that makes people have the desire to beat people when they hear it.

But now Quirrell can only smile awkwardly, and has no intention of fighting back.

"Haha, that's right, I forgot about this, hahaha!"

Quirrell was embarrassed and wanted to cover up the embarrassment with his own laughter, but he didn't expect that this would only make the scene even more embarrassing.

But after a while, he discovered the problem.

Because Snape's already stinky face became more and more ugly.

"Well, I have to check the ingredients for tonight, so I'll go first."

As he spoke, he took a step across and walked forward.

After passing by, Quirrell just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Snape speak again.

"Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell stopped again, swallowed, and turned to look at Snape.

"Anything else, Severus?"

Snape shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I just want to remind you that if you can, you can come to me to get some medicine for your body. You've only walked a few steps, and you're already sweating."

The concern in this tone does not seem to be fake, and the eyes seem to be sincere.

"Next time, definitely next time."

After finishing speaking, Quirrell turned around and left here quickly.

But Snape glanced lightly, and continued walking forward.

But what was churning in his mind was the familiar smell of medicine.

That smell of medicine is something he will never forget in his life.Because that's his creation, and it's the medicine he hasn't had again in 11 years.

Because that kind of medicine was specially designed by him for that person whom he admired very much back then, but later hated very much.

"he?"

Snape's face changed again and again, and finally he stopped, then turned around abruptly, and walked in another direction.

And he went a short distance further.

In the utility room, the box was standing there quietly, without making a sound.

Suddenly, the box trembled slightly.But in an instant it was calm again.Act like nothing happened.

The sun rose, the moon rose, and night fell. It was supposed to be a peaceful time, but the whole school became very lively.

The ghosts are scurrying around like having fun, there are bats hanging or hovering from the ceiling, and the knight armor with the pumpkin head.

All in all, it looks so different from Halloween in the Muggle world.

Looking at everything in the auditorium, Harry felt that everything was new and he had never seen anything before.

In fact, it's not just him, those Muggle-borns, and some half-blood wizards all have similar expressions, some are more restrained, while others are more outgoing.

It was the first time for Harry to experience such a lively Halloween.On Halloween in previous years, Dudley would get a ghost costume, and then he and his little friends would go to the neighbors of each house to ask for candy.

Although the few scenes that Harry saw didn't look like asking for candy, but like snatching candy.

But all the excitement was Dudley's, he had nothing.Only once did he get permission to go out.Dudley wrapped him in a white sheet and tied it with rope, and he himself was dressed as a wizard who had tamed a ghost.

Dudley snatched all the candy Harry got afterwards.

But now, Harry looked at the weird and extravagant scene in front of him, and the laughing friends beside him.Professor Flitwick, who is dressing up as a little skull, is sharing candy with everyone...

It was so beautiful that he felt a little unreal.

When Harry was in a daze, he suddenly felt a spherical thing stuffed into his mouth. He was a little panicked at first, and then the sweet taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue.There is laughter in my ears and warmth in my heart.

Tsk, it looks like life.