Harry looked at the map carefully.
He just saw a name appearing out of thin air on the map. Although he was stunned for a moment, he also thought about many problems clearly, so he took Ron to hide without hesitation.
And until now, he was seeing that person's name.
"Professor Quirrell! How could it be!"
Harry shouted softly in surprise.
There was a look of confusion and doubt on his face.
This is wrong!
"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, at this time, there is indeed no Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
Harry was a little hesitant, even as he watched the name getting closer in the secret passage. But he still asked a little strangely: "Do you think it is possible 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 speechless, unable to think of a reason to refute. Although he knew that what he said was possible, the possibility was so low that it could only occur by coincidence. It really couldn't be treated as a normal situation.
"Stay here for a while and check the situation? Or go back and tell Luke directly? No matter what is going on, telling Luke is absolutely right."
Ron asked Harry's opinion, and before he knew it, their backbone was Luke.
Harry actually wanted to stay here for a while. What if? Although the probability is really only about one in 10,000, it might be possible.
But as Harry looked at the name that was getting closer, he felt inexplicably deeply irritated. It felt like a buzzing fly performing Brownian motion in your head.
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"Let's go! Let's go talk to Luke about this first."
He subconsciously raised his hand, then picked up Ron and walked back in the direction they came from.
Ron was stunned for a moment, but he still didn't resist and followed closely.
"Hurry up! Is this the power of your feet?!"
There are no flies in Quirrell's head, but he feels that sometimes, this thing is more annoying than flies.
"I have tried my best, Master, but please understand my physical condition. In fact, if we had not continuously found those related herbs during our patrol in the Forbidden Forest, I might not have been able to hold on long ago."
Quirrell said helplessly.
"So we have to find the unicorn. If we find the unicorn, we can brew the potion that can greatly restore our health!"
Voldemort shouted again in Quirrell's head.
"But... Master, the unicorns themselves live scattered in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. And there are certain creatures deep in the Forbidden Forest that we dare not provoke at will."
Quirrell was helpless. To put it bluntly, he was just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was pushed out of the spotlight. He is capable, but not very powerful, otherwise he would not have taken the job given by Dumbledore.
In the entire magical world, there are only a few people who don't 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 had no choice, he wouldn't be able to survive if he didn't pick it up...
Therefore, his ability is good at dealing with the magical animals outside the Forbidden Forest, but it is really stretched to deal with the magical animals deep in the Forbidden Forest. There is no problem in dealing with unicorns, but unicorns are not magical animals that are good at fighting. The main reason why they are famous is... they are good-looking.
"That's enough, that's enough. I know I've said it many times."
Voldemort spoke impatiently.
Then he suddenly snorted a little irritably.
"What happened Master?"
Quirrell became nervous for a moment. After spending so many days together, he had a basic understanding of this disembodied guy occupying the back of his head. Of course, this is only when there is no physical body.
But this snorting tone and breath are still abnormal after all.
Don't doubt why Quirrell can easily perceive such boring things. If such boring details were a matter of life and death, everyone would do just fine.
"It's nothing...just a little upset."
After saying that, Voldemort stopped making a sound, and Quirrell's mind became calm, which made him breath a sigh of relief.
It's finally clean.
He glanced at the box in his hand and was a little confused for a moment.
What kind of magical animals could be here?
Although knowing the answer to this question is meaningless. As long as the magical animals inside actually threaten the lives of students, it will be the same whether it is a fire dragon or a giant monster.
"I can finally take a break."
Luke collapsed tiredly on a chair that was generally deformed, then wiped the sweat from his head, feeling the weakness in his mind, and yawned loudly again.
Professor McGonagall looked at him, especially his tired posture, and frowned. Of course he knew that Luke's physical strength could not be as bad as it is now. He just changed a few... well, probably hundreds of tables, chairs and benches to show this posture.
If Luke wasn't deliberately being weird, then there was something else going on.
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 very tired state.
The physical strength may be fine, but the mental exertion is great.
But just when she was about to ask, she saw two figures running from a distance.
"Luke!"
Ron shouted subconsciously.
Luke was startled, and after he came to his senses, he couldn't help but press his eyebrows.
After the mental energy is consumed, the individual's reaction speed and thinking speed will be affected.
Today's training, although not as exaggerated as the first time, was still a bit excessive after all.
The two people over there obviously saw Professor McGonagall, and hesitated for a while, not daring to step forward.
"I don't know what I'm afraid of..."
Luke sighed softly, and then said to Professor McGonagall: "Professor, let me go over first to see what's going on."
"Okay, let's go. There's no need to come over later, just go and rest for a while."
Professor McGonagall looked at Luke's vague eyes and waved at him helplessly.
After thinking about it carefully, she had no intention of asking.
Like Dumbledore, what should be said is never left behind, and what should not be said is never mentioned again.
If she wasn't really sure that Luke's surname was the ancient 'Gaunt', now she would have to wonder whether Luke's surname was not as ancient, long-standing and noble as Dumbledore's.
Although the surname Dumbledore may be more useful than 'Gaunt' nowadays.
Luke gave him the feeling that he was a smaller version of Dumbledore, or a smaller version of the elderly Dumbledore.
"Okay professor!"
A bright and joyful smile appeared on Luke's face, obviously very excited about the sudden arrival of rest time. He seemed to be eager to stick himself on the bed and have a good sleep.
After saying that, he strode towards Harry and Ron.
The smile on his face has not disappeared, but it has already appeared.
"What big news did you two discover again?"
Luke asked as he yawned.
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 it may be that Snape and Quirrell are in the same group!"
Ron also added. The latter possibility was another relatively reliable answer that he and Harry came up with during their discussion.
If you are not sure which of two people is the bad guy, treat both of them as bad guys first. This is inhumane and even despicable, but it is still somewhat useful.
Of course, Ron and Harry may not understand this truth now, but whether it is their own reputation or stereotype, they feel that the second answer is more likely! Much higher!
Luke didn't even need to look at their emotions. He could feel Ron's attitude just from Ron's firm tone and expression when he said the second half of the sentence.
Luke felt that if he said that the second possibility was unlikely and Ron did not talk back to him, it would have meant that his first step of influence on Ron had been completed.
But now he has no intention of experimenting with such boring things.
"Maybe, but don't worry too much."
Luke patted the two people on the shoulders and showed a confident smile: "We are all ready! No matter who is tonight! No matter what the situation is tonight."
The confidence on Luke's face made Harry and Ron feel a little dazed. After coming back to their senses, they remembered their panicked escape and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
"Is it really okay? Is there anything we can do for you?"
Harry couldn't help but ask.
"People from the Gaunt family will never tell lies!"
Luke's face took on a look of pride and reserve. The feeling of nobility, pride, and pride is just right.
Harry was a little distracted, and then he heard Ron's voice next to him.
"It's the same thing when Wes comes home!"
When these words came out, Ron himself felt a little embarrassed. He just spoke subconsciously, but thinking about it, his parents had already told lies about buying himself a new wand.
Plus George and Fred who often lied to him. He didn't seem to have the position to say, 'It's the same when Wes comes home. '
But the imaginary disregard or even mockery from Luke did not appear.
Luke just patted him hard on the shoulder.
"That's right! Ron! This is the belief we should have!"
After saying that, Luke yawned again, his whole mental state also became depressed, and he said listlessly: "That's it, I have to go to sleep first."
Then, regardless of the two people who were still in a daze, they walked directly towards the Slytherin lounge in three steps.
"Why do I have an inexplicable feeling that we need to make more preparations?"
Harry looked at Luke's back and said worriedly.
"It shouldn't be necessary... Of course, there's no harm in being prepared." Ron said.
In this way, the two people unified their thoughts again.
"By the way, Harry, why don't we tell Professor McGonagall the news?"
"Professor Quirrell may be an accomplice, and Professor McGonagall is not impossible! We are doing something big now, Ron! We must be careful at all times!"
Listening to the conversation between this pair of living treasures from a distance, Professor McGonagall had a dark look on her face.
Perhaps these two kids, determined to do great things, need to learn to keep secrets before they can learn to be cautious.
But she didn't say anything in the end.
It's not a bad thing for Harry to be vigilant.
After all, no matter who attacks Hogwarts, Harry Potter will always be a worthy target.
After Luke left the auditorium, he went straight back to his dormitory, but before he threw himself on the bed, he saw Doris lying on the pillow.
Luke first lifted Doris up from his pillow, then shook her head.
"Wake up, wake up, tell me how your arrangements are going?"
Doris opened her eyes in confusion, 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. When Luke saw this, he really couldn't say anything.
"It doesn't matter. Just be fine. Whether you can find out something is actually a trivial matter."
Luke didn't talk nonsense, and being able to feel that sense of restraint was a valuable thing in itself. At least it can be explained that there are not some protective measures there.
Then when you really want to go in, you must be careful and careful.
"sorry……"
Doris looked at Luke's serious expression, rubbed Luke's face, and apologized to Luke 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, after all, it's just a casual game after a few moves. You don't know whether it will be used or not."
Doris couldn't understand what Luke meant, so she could only look at Luke aggrievedly and somewhat remorsefully. Luke didn't speak, just put his hand gently on her body.
After that, one person and one snake fell asleep in harmony.
They are all tired.
…
Quirrell placed the box in his hand in the utility room.
"Wouldn't it be confusing enough?"
Quirrell asked with some worry.
"Just going to see what's going on there, a little bit of chaos is enough."
Voldemort felt that he was almost fed up with this guy who had nothing to do but liked to question other people's decisions, but if he was really asked to come up with a reliable revision opinion, he might not be able to come up with it.
If he hadn't been able to scold him a few words, Voldemort would have doubted which of the two was the master.
Quirrell could hear the irritation in his voice. So he shut his mouth knowingly. But looking at the box, I still felt a little uneasy.
After all, they haven't opened the box yet to see what kind of magical animal is inside.
What if someone deliberately deceives them and makes them some magical animals that are too weak to survive? Then didn't he just throw himself into a trap today?
Although Voldemort had said a lot and patiently explained a lot, Quirrell was still uneasy and frightened in his heart.
This can only be said to be a character. Some people are like this, always trembling and walking on thin ice.
"Would it be too deliberate for us to come back and open the box then?"
Quirrell asked again.
"Then think of a way!"
Voldemort roared.
Quirrell pursed his lips and then stopped talking.
He heard a dull, heavy breathing coming from the back of his head.
Apparently he can no longer speak. Because he didn't think of any solution, he could only hope that the powerful and insidious Dark Lord would come up with any good solutions.
"Now, go back. We are responsible for inspecting the school tonight. No matter what happens, whether it is caused by us or not, it will be suspected. And before the dinner begins, your task is to arrange the necessary ingredients tonight !Don’t waste any time!”
Voldemort gave the order in an almost growling tone.
Quirrell himself felt that he had been wronged. It was clear that Voldemort's orders were inconsistent, and while he was saying that he would be suspected, he was also afraid that he would be suspected.
This kind of thing was difficult for him to understand.
But since he wasn't allowed to think about it, he simply stopped thinking about it.
Anyway, ever since he took possession of her, her life was no longer her own.
Sometimes he also thinks that death may not be a relief.
Of course, it's better not to die but not 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 immediately stopped, subconsciously clenched his fists, and moved his hands to the magic wand around his waist. But after all, he didn't put his hand on it.
"Ha, Professor Snape, why are you here?"
Quirrell said with a somewhat embarrassed smile.
Snape glanced coldly up and down at Quirrell.
"My office is right here. Why did I come here..."
Snape's tone was cold and sarcastic. In short, it's the kind of feeling that makes people want to hit others after listening to it.
But now Quirrell could only smile awkwardly and had no intention of fighting back.
"Haha, that's it. I forgot about this, hahaha!"
Quirrell was embarrassed and wanted to cover up his embarrassment with his laughter, but he didn't expect that this would only make the situation more embarrassing.
But after a while, he discovered the problem.
Because Snape's already disgusting face became increasingly ugly.
"Well, I still have to check the ingredients for tonight, so I'm leaving first."
As he spoke, he took a step across and then 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 to replenish your body. You have only walked a few steps and you are already covered in sweat."
The concern in his tone didn't seem fake, and his eyes seemed sincere.
"Next time, next time for sure."
After saying that, Quirrell turned around and left here quickly.
Snape, on the other hand, glanced lightly and continued walking forward.
But what was swirling in his mind was the familiar smell of medicine.
That medicinal smell was something he would never forget in his life. Because it was his creation, and it was a medicine he had not survived again for eleven years.
Because that kind of medicine was specially designed by him for the person whom he admired so much at the time and hated so much later.
"he?"
Snape's expression changed again and again, and finally he stopped, then suddenly turned around and walked in the other direction.
And he walked a short distance further.
In the utility room, the box was standing quietly, making no sound.
Suddenly, the box shook slightly. But it returned to calm in an instant. It's like nothing happened.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, night falls, and the entire school becomes very lively at what should have been a peaceful time.
The ghosts were running around like they were having fun, there were also bats hanging or hovering on the ceiling, and the knight's armor with the pumpkin head on top.
Everything looks so different from Halloween in the Muggle world.
Harry looked at everything in the auditorium and felt that everything was new and he had never seen anything before.
In fact, it's not just him, the Muggle-borns, and some half-blood wizards all have similar expressions, some are more reserved, and some are more outgoing.
This was Harry's first time to experience such a lively Halloween. For Halloween in previous years, Dudley would get a ghost costume, and then he and his friends would go to each neighbor's house to ask for candy.
Although the scenes Harry saw didn't look like asking for candy, but rather like grabbing candy.
But all the fun was Dudley's, he had nothing. Only once was he allowed out. Dudley put a white sheet on him and tied him with a rope, and he dressed up as a wizard who had tamed the ghost.
Afterwards, all the candies Harry got were snatched away by Dudley.
And now, Harry looked at the weird and luxurious scene in front of him, and his friends who were laughing beside him. Professor Flitwick is dressing up as a little skeleton and sharing sweets with everyone...
It was so beautiful that it seemed a little unreal to him.
When Harry was in a trance, he suddenly felt that a ball-shaped object was stuffed into his mouth. He was a little panicked at first, and then a sweet taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue. There is laughter in my ears and warmth in my heart.
Gee, it looks so much like life.
