Chapter 54 Andrew without Procrastination
"I was wrong...Master..."
In the dim office, Quirrell knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed to the ground, his expression frightened, his mouth wide open like a dying fish.
Although the fireplace in the room was burning red, cold sweat and uncontrollable saliva flowed to the floor and gathered on the floor, forming a small piece of disgusting liquid.
The airtight scarf that he usually wore was already lying on the messy desk, and on the bare back of his head, a dead white face with two spots of scarlet, "What are you trying to do? Dumbledore warned?"
"But you didn't expect...Dumbledore didn't go."
Quirrell's body struggled wildly under the shrill sound, but his head seemed to be stuck on something, which made him look like a loach nailed to a chopping board.
After ten minutes or more, Quirrell lost the strength to struggle, and then those two points of blood-red light flashed again.
"Master...Master..."
The flattering voice was so angry that it caused a distorted smile to appear on the face that was not in its normal place. After letting Quirrell, who was like a dead dog, rest for a while, the thick towel was wrapped again.
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"You told me, it's absolutely safe!"
In Dumbledore's office, Snape stared at Dumbledore with ferocious eyes.
"Minerva has been watching over there - and don't you agree, Severus?"
"That's what you told me. The Dark Lord will never do anything else under the temptation of the Sorcerer's Stone!"
"I still stand by my point of view. You and I are familiar with our friend - he wants the Sorcerer's Stone now, not Harry."
"But he's already done it to him."
"I think this is an attempt to create chaos so that he can steal the Philosopher's Stone - he won't kill Harry, at least he won't let others kill Harry."
"But Quirrell was the only one who broke into the magic stone trap!"
Snape stamped his foot angrily, but this made his determined expression suddenly distorted.
"He will definitely go, because he only trusts himself - in so many years, this is the closest we have been to him, and the closest we have been to catching him. You have to continue to put pressure on Quirinas, Silverer "
Dumbledore's usually kind face was now frighteningly serious, "Only in this way can we find him out of the darkness and end this completely - I have prepared the final cage."
"All right…"
Snape's expression was distorted, but he finally accepted Dumbledore's statement, but in the end he turned his head before leaving, "So, what about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? You are so relieved that Harry is left unprotected." Stay in that classroom?"
"So I was sitting in - and I have to say, Quirinas's class was really bad."
Dumbledore smiled. ++++
‘So annoying…so annoying…’
Andrew pretended to listen attentively, but his mind was not sure where he was going.
This regular meeting was really stinky and long, with no innovation at all. If we hadn't obtained some standard file formats, these two hours would have been almost completely wasted.
However, it must be admitted that although this may be extreme, the documents obtained within the club are all genuine - unimportant original documents from the Ministry of Magic, letters from the school to prefects, school and Ministry of Magic documents that have passed the confidentiality period. Documents to notify each other…
In short, there are a lot of gadgets that look scary but are of no use at all - although this is done to cultivate good document writing habits among club members and increase the admission rate, it extremely facilitates Andrew's plan to fish in troubled waters.
Moreover, such a convenient thinking environment finally made Andrew calm down - the mysterious man is the mysterious man, and Quirrell is Quirrell. Their behavior appears to be like madmen, except that the two of them are really crazy. , there is another very magical explanation.
That would be Quirrell temporarily freed from control - such as the Imperius Curse.
Even though he was speedrunning, Andrew still remembered the complaints about the Imperius Curse. The person whose commentary skills were not very good interspersed nearly half a minute of the Imperius Curse delusions in the narration, which was really unforgettable - that was Second only to the shock of Polyjuice Delusion.
This conjecture allowed Andrew to stabilize slightly, but only slightly - Quirrell wanted to report, and he could report it if he could, and he couldn't delay it for a minute.
The days without Quirrell and the nose are good days. Then he can freely learn magic and practice flying in the castle, instead of suddenly losing control on the broom. How can he live in those days?
He easily found an expired copy of the Daily Prophet, then walked to the underground classroom with ease, turned on the lamp and started working.
Even the handwriting of the left hand is easily exposed, but the method of cutting newspapers in detective novels is different - Andrew just tapped on the letters of the newspaper, and the printed words danced to the new parchment on their own.
"There's a mysterious man hiding on the back of Quirrell's head."
Andrew glanced at this sentence, thought about the importance of an anonymous reporting letter and a professor, and decided to deepen the credibility of the intelligence.
"His target is the Philosopher's Stone hidden on the third floor of Hogwarts - the one Dumbledore hid in the mirror."
Andrew didn't know what kind of mirror it was, but this piece of information was enough proof.
After writing the letter and sealing it, Andrew began to use transfiguration to change his appearance - hairstyle, hair color, padding, robe logo, adding a little freckles to his face, a layer of deformed paper to add blush, and put it on Deformed contact lenses, and the nose was padded with deformed material (although he couldn't try human body deformation, those beauty bloggers' magic tools for dressing up easily restored the set).
"Well, okay, now I'm a first year Hufflepuff..."
After giving himself a name, the new student of Hufflepuff happily went to the owl loft, and then sent a letter to Professor McGonagall disguised as an official document according to the way professors on campus submit reports.
‘A rare use for societies. ’
Andrew made such a comment and left happily - he would not have thought of this line if he was not a member of the club. Although it was easier to be investigated than pretending to be a supplier, what did Hufflepuff sending a letter have to do with him?
After leaving the owl loft, Andrew went to the Black Lake to be on the safe side, preparing to find a secluded place to take off his clothes.
Everything went as smoothly as imagined - taking off makeup, taking a detour back, avoiding the portraits and coming to the library, then leaving the library openly, eating, and going to bed.
'You can have a good sleep...'
Andrew said to himself before going to bed.
(End of chapter)