Chapter 56 Quirrell’s Secret (please read)
The scream was so loud that even the students in the auditorium could hear it clearly.
The Muggle-born Justin Finch-Fletchley, who was napping on the long Hufflepuff table, opened his eyes suddenly.
Whose Tom cat?
Outside the auditorium, Professor Quirrell kept beating the biting cabbage firmly attached to the back of his head with both hands, and the painful howl resounded throughout the castle.
"Professor Quirrell?"
Professor McGonagall hurried over from a short distance away, accompanied by Professors Flitwick and Sprout.
Seeing the biting cabbage that was still refusing to let go, Professor Sprout hurriedly walked up to it. He didn't know what method he used. The cabbage honestly let go of its mouth, twisted its chubby body, and jumped in. In her arms.
"Professor Quirrell, are you okay?" Professor Sprout asked with concern, "Would you like to go to the campus hospital to take a look?"
Professor Quirrell, who fell in the snow, looked at the biting cabbage that was still shaking in Professor Sprout's arms with fear, and hurriedly backed away on his hands and knees.
The bite of this thing is painful, but if it angers that adult...
He shuddered when he thought of how he had cursed Potter's broom on his own initiative during the last Quidditch match, which resulted in him being tortured severely by the adult for several days.
That feeling is so uncomfortable...
"I...I'm not...all right." When Professor Quirrell spoke, blood was still oozing from the back of his head.
The red blood stained the big scarf dark red, and even as he spoke, two cloves of garlic stained with blood fell to the ground.
"I'll go back... to the place... to take care of things first. Hug... I'm sorry." Professor Quirrell stammered, clutching the turban on his head tightly, and slipped away in a panic.
Harry noticed Quirrell's abnormality. Logically speaking, even a Flobber caterpillar should be angry after being pranked by a student like this. But why was Professor Quirrell's first reaction not to get angry, but to find an excuse to leave?
Could it be that... there is really a dark secret in his big turban?
"Mr. Weasley?" Professor McGonagall spotted the twins who were tiptoeing towards the auditorium, walked up to them and asked seriously: "Why are you two here? I don't want to hear that this biting cabbage belongs to you. Prank.”
"Sorry, Professor." Harry, who had come to his senses, interjected next to him, "That pot of biting cabbage was given to me by Professor Sprout. When I got up today, I noticed something was wrong with it, so I thought of taking it to the auditorium. Show it to Professor Sprout ”
"Really?" Professor McGonagall looked at Harry carefully.
The Weasley twins breathed a sigh of relief behind them and gave Harry a thumbs up secretly.
This little brother is so loyal!
Harry nodded hastily: "Yes, Professor."
"That's true, Minerva." Professor Sprout supported from the side. "This biting cabbage was indeed given to Mr. Potter by me."
"Then what happened to it?" Professor McGonagall asked a little doubtfully.
"It's a little listless," Harry replied.
As soon as Harry finished speaking, the big mouth of the cabbage-biting cabbage opened and closed rapidly twice, making a whining sound, as if it hadn't bitten enough.
"You call this listlessness?" Professor McGonagall's eyes became sharp.
For a moment, Professor McGonagall seemed to feel that she saw James.
Then she forced James out of her mind, Merlin, how could this happen? Mr. Potter is like his mother, how can he get into trouble like his father.
It must be an illusion! "I'm sorry, Professor, it really looked like this this morning." Harry forced out an aggrieved look and looked at Professor McGonagall with watery green eyes: "It's all my fault. I didn't stand firm when walking and fell. I threw the cabbage on the ground, and I didn’t expect it to..."
Professor McGonagall's heart softened immediately.
Yes, Lily is so kind, how could her child deliberately do such a thing to harm the professor?
It must be an accident!
Her facial expression softened and she said to Harry: "Since you didn't do this on purpose, I won't impose any additional punishment on you, but Gryffindor will still be deducted ten points because of you."< br>
"As for you two..." Professor McGonagall looked at the Weasley twins.
"Professor, we..." Fred and George tried to argue.
However, Professor McGonagall had already seen through everything. She said with a cold face: "The snowball cannonballs behind the bushes...were you the ones who made them?"
"Yes, Professor." They both replied in unison.
"You two, come to my office for confinement after the vacation!" Professor McGonagall directly issued the verdict without giving the twins any chance to question.
"Okay, Professor." The twins lowered their heads together. From an angle that Professor McGonagall couldn't see, a trace of joy flashed in their eyes.
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Hey, I thought I was going to get points deducted or some other punishment, but I didn’t expect that I was going to be put in solitary confinement——
After Professor McGonagall left, the twins stretched out their hands on Harry's shoulders.
"Classmate Lion King, you are such a good friend." The two sang in harmony: "Yes, you did not betray us."
Harry shrugged and whispered to the two of them: "In this way, I am more curious about what is under Professor Quirrell's hood - think about it, even being hit on the back of the head by a snowball, being bitten by cabbage Even though Professor Quirrell refused to take off his turban, there must be an ulterior secret hidden underneath.”
"Yes, yes." Fred answered: "You should have seen that he would rather let us go and pretend that nothing happened than expose the secret under the hood, which is very abnormal in itself."
"Could it be something on the back of his head?" George asked doubtfully: "For example, something like a malignant tumor, or...could it be dragon pox?!"
"If it's dragon pox, it should also be on his face and hands. How could it only be on his head?" Harry shook his head in denial.
After a pause, he added: "I don't think it's some kind of disease. Maybe Professor Quirrell is studying some kind of black magic and doesn't want to be exposed."
"Dark magic?!" The twins exclaimed in unison: "Isn't he a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Why does he study black magic?"
"Oh, as the saying goes, you can't defeat your enemy if you don't understand him." Harry spread his hands and said, "Those who are successful in Defense Against the Dark Arts will also have great achievements in Dark Arts." Otherwise, how can we defend against black magic? ”
"What you said makes sense." The twins said in unison: "So Harry, why are you so sure?"
"Of course it's easy to understand. If you're sick, even if it's dragon pox, there's nothing you can't see." Harry began to analyze: "But he would rather swallow this breath than hide the secret under the hood, except I can’t think of any other explanation besides black magic.”
The twins' eyes lit up.
"Then what should we do?" the two asked in unison.
(End of chapter)