Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

Looking at Professor Quirrell who fell into the indescribable mixture of solid and liquid, both Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were stunned. Even Professor Snape, who had a straight face every day, showed his paralyzed face. A trace of fluctuation.

"Go away, it stinks in here."

"Wait for me, I'm almost out of strength."

And the little wizards who stayed in the classroom were even more suffocated by the smell. The Slytherin students who witnessed this tragedy in the front row really vomited one by one.

Both Hermione and Daphne held their noses, then gave Augustus a hard look, and then sneaked out through the back door of the classroom.

The whole classroom seemed to have been bombed with poison gas, and the stench was incomparable even to big dung eggs.

In fact, not only the students and professors in the classroom, but even the little wizards in the corridor were not spared. Those people rushed to see the students of other grades who were busy, this Professor Quirrell was very fuzzy.

"Okay, let's all leave and go back to where we should be, and the senior students will take some unconscious students to Mrs. Pang Lei's place."

Seeing a group of senior students watching the excitement around the classroom door, some of them wanted to go out through the main entrance, but were blocked at the door. As a last resort, the students who saw the tragic situation of Professor Quirrell fainted directly.

Professor McGonagall shouted loudly.

"Minerva, let me take a look."

Dumbledore said with a distorted face.

Professor McGonagall stepped aside so that Dumbledore could see it in more detail.

Dumbledore looked at Professor Quirrell, who was lying on the ground, whose life and death were unknown, and the pool of indescribable solid-liquid mixture, and a strange expression appeared on his perennially calm face.

“Clean and new!”

"Whirlwind clean!"

Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand and cast two cleansing spells, which made Professor Quirrell from being indistinguishable from human to animal to his current human form.

"Send Professor Quirrell to the school hospital first, and everyone should leave, don't crowd here."

Dumbledore said.

However, everyone present was indifferent and looked at each other one after another. After all, the tragic situation just witnessed, even with magic, was unacceptable. After all, who can guarantee that there will be no accidents in the middle.

Seeing that everyone was indifferent, Dumbledore sighed and had to use his ace tool man.

"Severus, you should send Professor Quirrell to the school hospital, Minerva, you and Professor Flitwick will take those little wizards back to their respective colleges."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick immediately left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in a stride, looking as if they were more than 20 years younger.

Professor Snape looked at the old bee in front of him in shock. The lower limit of this old bee once again refreshed his three views.

"I think I can help you come up with an idea. You can create a pulley cart under Professor Quirrell, and use other items to turn it into a rope, so that you can pull him away directly."

Augustus said with an innocent face, as if he was talking about something indifferent.

When Professor Snape heard this, his eyes lit up, he looked at Professor Quirrell who was lying on the ground in disgust, and waved his wand.

The icy slide under Professor Quirrell's body was turned into a four-wheeled scooter, and several cable ties were conjured up to firmly fix Professor Quirrell on the scooter. Finally, Professor Snape put a The chair turned into a rope, tightly wrapped around Professor Quirrell's neck, ready to drag this annoying person to the infirmary like a dead dog.

"Wait, Dean, I think we have one more thing to deal with."

Augustus said.

Dumbledore's eyelids twitched wildly when he saw Snape's actions, but when he heard Augustus' words suddenly, he felt his heart tighten again.

Seeing the complicated expression on Dumbledore's face, Augustus smiled, and then spoke slowly.

"Don't worry, Grandfather, it's not about anything else, it's just about the professorship of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Hearing this, Dumbledore was obviously relieved, and Professor Snape's eyes lit up.

Seeing the changes in the expressions on the faces of the two, Augustus shrugged and continued.

"After all this terrible accident happened, I think Professor Quirrell may not be able to continue to perform his duties as a professor for a long time. I think we need a new professor."

Seeing that Augustus had completely removed himself from the accident, Dumbledore's eyelids twitched wildly, and he thought to himself.

"What's the matter with this brat? Why didn't he inherit any of his own advantages, but copied that guy's character exactly. Could it be that there is something hidden in it that I don't know about?"

Dumbledore was thinking wildly in his heart. In the past 100 years, his mentality has never fluctuated as frequently as in this short period of more than a month.

Looking at the handsome boy in front of him, Dumbledore thought to himself, if he didn't know the origin of this little bastard, he really suspected that he might have been greened by that guy.

Dumbledore calmed down and said to Augustus.

"Then which professor do you think is qualified for this position?"

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Augustus felt a strong attention. Snape was staring at Augustus with his own eyes.

Looking at his dean, who would not recommend it to me, I will pour potions into your breakfast tomorrow, Augustus quietly gestured with an ok gesture.

After all, I originally planned to recommend Professor Snape. Defense against the Dark Arts is an important subject, how can I give it to a trash to teach, this Hogwarts is my basic set, what is the use of teaching a bunch of trash? .

"I think this position requires an honest and reliable professor who is serious about teaching, easy-going, and gentle. What do you think of my dean, Professor Snape?"

Augustus looked at Dumbledore and said sincerely.

Hearing Augustus's words, Dumbledore's face began to twitch, his gentle personality, what does this have to do with Snape.

But he still pretended to be serious and said.

"I don't deny Severus' outstanding ability, but he is already a professor of Potions, and it is too hard for him to teach two courses."

Hearing Dumbledore's high-sounding words, Augustus said that Jiang was still old and hot, and he looked like he was talking nonsense without drafting a draft. He really deserved to be the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Professor Snape's reaction was even more direct. He directly tightened the rope around Professor Quirrell's neck with magic power, and strangled Professor Quirrell, who could only pretend to be unconscious, until his face flushed.

Then he stared at Dumbledore, there was a feeling that if you don't choose me as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I will let you lose a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts now.

"Okay, I'll trouble you then, Severus."

Looking at the two who had been staring at him, and Professor Quirrell who was about to die, Dumbledore could only helplessly agree.

Hearing his words, Snape loosened the rope that was strangling Professor Quirrell's neck, and gently dragged Professor Quirrell to the infirmary, as gently as walking his dear hound.