Chapter 849
, plot in progress
"It's more like what the three-headed giant dog left behind."
The three walked further and further away, unaware of what was happening.
As Professor McGonagall and Snape drifted apart.
Professor Quirrell, alone in the ruins of the toilet, grew increasingly cold until he became expressionless.
Then this person drew his wand:
"Split into pieces!"
"Disappear!"
The unconscious giant didn't even have time to scream before its massive body was shattered into pieces by an immense and invisible force.
Before the blood could even seep out, the second spell was successfully cast.
All the blood in these pieces of meat has disappeared.
The troll disappeared without a trace.
That wasn't all; the moment he turned around, a third spell appeared from the wand.
"Restored to its original state."
As a beam of white light shot out and spread throughout the restroom, the previously destroyed wooden partitions and doors and windows began to be repaired.
The broken water pipe and the sunken stone slab were restored to their original state in just a few seconds.
After completing this scene, Professor Quirrell turned and left with a cold expression.
After everyone disappeared, the women's restroom on the west side of the first floor seemed to have remained completely untouched.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
In the corner, a transparent ice crystal began to melt, turning into water droplets that fell onto the stone slab of the restroom.
On the opposite side of the water droplet, a clear black and white eyeball rolled out of the pipe.
It glanced around, blinked, and then rolled to the doorway.
In another corner.
A tiny, almost imperceptible mechanical insect flapped its wings and took flight. Its human-like compound eyes glanced at the eyeball on the ground before it flew directly out of the window.
Obviously, this childish, playful scene was being watched by all four teams.
dorm room.
Looking at the images captured by Moss through the nanobots.
Especially the giant that was easily split apart.
Chen Zilong exclaimed in surprise:
"Such power! Both are Split Charms, yet Professor Quirrell's use of them is so different from that of the goblins or the Ministry of Magic?"
"Should we inform Chu Xuan and Xiao Honglu about this?"
Li laughed and said, "Don't worry, shouldn't we have thought of this a long time ago?"
"Moreover, according to what Chu Xuan said before, Professor Quirrell's power should be somewhat weakened because he is possessed by Voldemort."
"Otherwise, how could he have been completely suppressed and killed by a freshman in the end?"
Zheng Zha chimed in from the side:
"Okay, that does explain Professor Quirrell's death, but to me it's just a plot device, isn't it?"
Zhan Lan, who was closest to Zheng Zha, nodded, casually took out a bottle of beverage from her spatial bag, took a sip, and then...
"It's just a pity about this giant monster. It's probably impossible for it to complete a high-level side quest, but if it could be completed ahead of time, or if it could be completed with the main characters."
"Shouldn't there be at least a D-rank side quest?"
Cheng Xiao held a can of cola in both hands and took a sip:
"Why not kill the troll when it first appears, before anyone knows it?"
"Isn't this the best of both worlds?"
"As long as neither side's personnel see it, isn't that fine?"
“Even if the troll was released by Professor Loki, its sudden disappearance would be a problem, but this is the mysterious Hogwarts.”
"That makes sense, since in some special places in the later parts, even trolls would die."
Cheng Xiao looked at Zhan Lan and shook his head, not waiting for further questions.
This person then provided an explanation.
"Of course, the downside is that this will further stimulate the hidden Voldemort."
"There's a chance this person will change the course of the story, which would be a net loss."
As she spoke, Zhan Lan looked at the rest of the Zhongzhou team:
Do you remember that scene in the auditorium?
"I suspect that Dumbledore also possesses mental magic."
"Or perhaps it's a tool for detecting the entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Don't forget, those four troublemakers were just upperclassmen back then, and they were able to create a Marauder's Map that monitored the entire house. There's no reason why Dumbledore couldn't do the same..."
Zheng Zha interrupted, "Wait, what? The Mischievous Four? Who are you talking about?"
Zhan Lan held her forehead:
"It refers to the Marauders, specifically the Gryffindor group consisting of James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew during the Hogwarts era."
"During their school years, the four were known throughout the house for causing trouble, hence the nickname 'Gryffindor's Mischievous Four.' They frequently trespassed, stayed out all night, and played pranks on their classmates—and by that classmate, Severus Snape."
"This is why he often gives Harry the cold shoulder now; it's practically a childhood trauma."
Zheng Zha nodded in sudden realization; he wasn't just unaware.
I never expected that the four of them would have this nickname.
"Sure enough, no matter what world it is, when a group of men get together, they will form a restless organization."
Li Xiao said speechlessly, "Let's continue. The next video segment is on the third floor."
"What exactly happened between Snape and Quirrell, which wasn't mentioned in the horror movies?"
"Now we can finally satisfy our curiosity."
The scene in front of Moss changed again.
A huge three-headed dog is crawling on the ground, rubbing its paws.
The door was opened by someone.
It was Professor Snape, with a serious expression.
The giant dog's three heads looked up.
It is wary of unfamiliar humans.
Snape's gaze fell upon the three-headed dog.
He knew that thing was in the space beneath the three-headed giant dog.
What Snape didn't notice was that Professor Quirrell had also gone up to the third floor and was watching its every move from a short distance away.
Naturally, they also noticed where this person's gaze was directed.
Li Xiao rubbed his chin:
"So, that's why Professor Quirrell knew the Philosopher's Stone was on the third floor."
"The trolls have always been just a starting point!"
Zhan Lan nodded: "That should be the case. After Professor Quirrell discovered the location, he found Hagrid and asked him about the three-headed dog's weakness."
"After confirming that there were no problems, Snape was scratched by the wary giant hound because he couldn't use magic to fight, which is why he withdrew."
This led to the scene where they followed Professor McGonagall to find Hermione and her two companions.
Saito stood up: "No, everyone, wait a minute."
"Isn't this Snape one of Voldemort's men?"
"Why did these two of Voldemort's men end up fighting each other in the first movie?"
"Moreover, during the fight, Quirrell was backed by that big shot."
"What's there to test? Snape could have just given the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort, couldn't he?"
"Actually, after watching the whole series, I didn't quite understand the first one."
Zhan Lan rubbed her forehead: "You said it yourself, this is all an act."
"Snape is a spy that Voldemort sent to Hogwarts and managed to hide with great difficulty. He must be of great use."
"But Professor Quirrell is at best a vessel in Voldemort's eyes, a consumable, and obviously cannot have access to this kind of information."
"Voldemort would never tell Professor Quirrell about this."
"Therefore, there is absolutely no problem with Snape playing the role of a good person in Professor Lodge's eyes."
Looking at Saito's expression, Zhan Lan knew what this brilliant man was thinking. "Yes, that's right. Snape may seem to be Voldemort's spy, but he's actually Dumbledore's spy on a deeper level. But that's something you only know from God's perspective."
"And for others, it's something they only understand when they die."
"It cannot be judged from one perspective."
"You just need to remember that Snape was an actor, and he had to give a certain performance at each stage."
Watching the two undercover agents on the screen, who had failed to achieve their goal and were even at odds with each other.
The people present were all amazed.
I wonder if there are any other audience members besides them for this big show.
It would be such a shame if we didn't have it.
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The next day in the auditorium.
"Have some more, Harry, here's some bread."
Looking at Harry Potter, who was so nervous he fell silent.
Hermione and Ron exchanged glances and nodded.
Hermione chimed in, "Ron's right, Harry, you need to expend your energy today."
"Want some?"
Harry looked at the two of them.
"But I'm really not hungry at all. Really!"
The three of them got along very well and didn't seem like they had fallen out before.
Especially Hermione and Ron.
It's as if the previous incident never happened.
"Good luck today, Potter!"
I heard those words behind me, and there was a voice too.
All three were startled and turned around immediately.
The voice came from behind.
It was Professor Snape, who was in charge of teaching Potions.
Snape, seemingly oblivious to the shocked looks on the three men's faces, continued:
"If you can defeat trolls, then Quidditch is a piece of cake for me."
"Even if the opponent is Slytherin."
After saying that, Snape simply walked away.
Harry Potter's gaze, however, was fixed on Snape's slightly stiff calves.
"Bloodstains, bloodstains on Professor Snape's legs."
"Actually, I saw it yesterday, right in the bathroom."
"It's like being scratched by claws."
"Don't you think this looks like the harm done by a three-headed giant dog?"
Harry, oblivious to their bewildered expressions, nervously said:
"I thought about it all night, and I think that last night Snape used the trolls as a diversionary tactic to cause trouble for the three-headed hound he was guarding, but he got injured, so now..."
Ron was speechless at Harry's expression.
"Harry, I thought you couldn't eat because you were nervous about your first match today. Turns out you were thinking about this kind of thing."
Hermione, standing nearby, asked in confusion, "So why did he provoke the three-headed dog?"
Harry Potter looked around, lowered his voice, and became serious: "I'm telling you, but don't tell anyone else."
Before I enrolled, Hagrid took me to Gringotts Wizarding Bank, where, besides withdrawing money, we also withdrew something else.
“I remember him saying that this was a top secret of Hogwarts, and that he helped Dean Dumbledore retrieve it.”
Hermione nodded: "So, you mean... this is what's inside the wooden door behind the three-headed dog?"
"Professor Snape wants to steal it?"
Harry nodded, and Ron's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.
For a first-year student, discussing this kind of thing is a bit too stimulating.
But it was at this moment that the distinctive sound of an owl rang out from the ceiling.
This interrupted the three-person group's plot.
Most of the students who were eating looked up.
A white owl descended from the sky carrying a broom wrapped in newspaper, and dropped it as it passed Harry Potter.
The three of them looked at the gifts that were falling.
Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "Sending emails so early?"
Harry: "This is mine?"
"This is the first time someone has ever sent me a package."
Ron exclaimed excitedly, "Shouldn't you be surprised by the shape of this package?"
"This should be a flying broomstick, Harry, open it and take a look."
Three minutes later.
"Oh my god, why are there six bows tied on it, and why is it so hard to untie? Doesn't Hermione have any magic to unpack packages?"
Hermione looked at Ron: "Seriously, I think you could invent one, and it would be very popular."
"Some packages are very difficult to open, like this one."
After all the kraft paper was unwrapped.
The exquisite items that were revealed surprised all three of them.
Harry Potter exclaimed with delight, "Is that a flying broomstick?"
Ron stroked the surface with both hands: "The craftsmanship, the color, and the magic circuit on it, it's so beautiful."
"Harry, this isn't an ordinary flying broomstick, it's a Nimbus 2000!"
Ron pointed to the gold mark at the end of the broom and exclaimed in shock.
Harry and Hermione also looked over.
"So who gave this to me?"
After saying that, Harry felt a peculiar gaze directed at him.
Looking up, Professor McGonagall, dressed in a green magic robe, was smiling at him from the stage.
Harry then learned who had sent the gift.
Wood, a fellow student from the same house, walked over and put his arm around Harry, saying:
"I was just thinking that it might not have been a good idea to let you use the old spare broom, but it's fine now."
"We haven't even had a chance to use the Nimbus 2000, but you've already done it."
"How are you, Harry? Nervous?"
Harry Potter nodded nervously; it was impossible not to be nervous.
This is especially true when she thinks about making her appearance in front of so many people.
"I was nervous, but I believed in myself."
Wood smiled and nodded:
"It's okay, this is your first time playing, just relax."
"If you're ready, then let's go."
Harry nodded vigorously, picked up the flying broomstick in front of him, said goodbye to Hermione, Ron, and the other classmates, and then walked out with the rest of the Quidditch team.
He had been training with the team for quite some time, but this was his first time officially participating in a competition in a public setting.
"Oh, welcome, Harry!"
As soon as I entered the Quidditch match preparation room, two people who looked exactly alike and were dressed identically immediately embraced me.
They greeted Harry Potter warmly.
It was Ron's two twin brothers, Flander and George.
He was also a batter in the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
However, to Harry Potter's surprise, apart from these people...
There was one more person in their group. (End of Chapter)