Chapter 48: Visiting Quirrell

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At noon, everyone cheered when they heard the news that Professor Quirrell had been injured in the fight with the trolls last night.

Professor McGonagall glared, then fell silent for a moment.

It seems that everyone doesn't have a good opinion of Quirrell.

But it's no wonder, not to mention personality, not to mention ability, just because of the garlic smell that makes people faint, no one will like him, and no one will want to get close to him.

Ron whispered, "Oh my God, Merlin bless me, I don't have to endure that disgusting smell of garlic anymore, but it's a pity that he's been in the hospital for a little less." ”

Many people nodded approvingly.

"Ron!" Professor McGonagall said suddenly, apparently hearing everything.

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Hermione whispered, "Professor McGonagall, what are we going to do with our Defence Against the Dark Arts class this week?"

At this time, the rest of the people reacted that there was still a file of this matter.

Seamus was not afraid of death and said, "It's better to take all the flying lessons!"

Harry: (⊙o⊙) ...

Professor McGonagall ignored what he said, and said to the Gryffindor students, "I'm in discussions with Headmaster Dumbledore to find a teacher to temporarily replace your Defence Against the Dark Arts class. ”

Ay......

A sigh from below.

After exiting the dining room, outside on a remote staircase, Harry saw Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

Snape said, "I can take on the role of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for the time being, and I hope you'll agree to me doing so in front of Dumbledore." ”

Professor McGonagall said: "I think Professor Flitwick can also take on this role. ”

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After Professor McGonagall left, Snape had a bad face.

Harry snickered, Professor, your job search is not going well!

But let's stay up, Xiao Lizi has been boiling for 20 years, isn't it finally an actor?

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I don't know who suggested it, but we decided to go to St. Mungo's Hospital together in the evening to visit Professor Quirrell.

Seeing that they were all elated, as if they were going to celebrate something, and there was no trace of sadness and concern at all, Harry smiled.

Of course, Harry was also pleased, so when someone asked him if he was going, Harry smiled and said, "Of course." ”

When the enemy is wounded, the most important thing to do is naturally to appear in front of him and sprinkle a handful of salt on his wounds, and his embarrassed appearance must be very good.

Falling into the well or something, Harry felt really necessary!

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Hermione was a little unhappy: "Obviously I went to visit the teacher, how can I be so happy?"

Harry laughed and said, "Are you not happy when you know that the classroom won't smell of garlic for a while?"

Hermione smuttered, "It's not ...... either."

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Everyone came to the hospital and made a lot of noise.

Madam Pomfrey came out and reprimanded the crowd severely.

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Quirrell was lying on the bed, and he was the only one in the house, and it seemed that Madam Pomfrey was thinking about the other patients.

Otherwise, if the other people live in the same room as Quirrell, it would have been a minor illness, and smelling the strange smell of Quirrell's body all day long could also become a serious illness......

The scarf on Quirrell's head was still entangled, but it was also, I am afraid that even if he peeled his skin, he was unwilling to take the scarf off.

Quirrell's face was pale, and he had a plaster cast on one foot, and he was wrapped in a white cloth and hung at the head of the bed.

He was so excited to see so many students come to visit him, and he stammered, "Thank you for coming to visit me, I'm so happy." ”

As he spoke, his voice was a little whining, and many students shivered and got goosebumps.

They suddenly regretted coming here, because even seeing Quirrell's pitiful appearance was not worth it.

Ay...... This thing is so good at acting!

Harry saw Quirrell crying and muttering, smiling all over his face, and Harry felt that he should be given full marks for this poor and sour appearance.

The George twins also came, and George smiled and squeezed to the front, and said, "We had some gifts for you, but Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let them in, oh, except for this." ”

George held up the gift in his hand, it was a large string of garlic cloves, and George braided them into a necklace.

George quipped, "Professor Quirrell, I think you must love garlic, but in the hospital, you're afraid you won't be able to get this thing, so I went to the kitchen to ask the elf for it, I don't know if you like it or not?"

Quirrell was moved to tears, "Thank you, this is definitely the best gift I have ever received!"

George whistled loudly and proudly showed Fred, "Well, my gift is great!"

Harry said with a look of concern, "Professor Quirrell, you must heal your wounds quickly, and you must also teach us powerful magic, so that if we encounter a troll, we will not be crippled like you by a troll!"

Hermione: (⊙o⊙)...

Neville: (⊙o⊙) ...

Ron: (⊙o⊙)...

Seamo: (⊙o⊙)...

Many people held back their laughter and blushed.

Quirrell's face flushed with embarrassment.

Harry continued, "It's not just trolls, it's SB wizards like Voldemort, and it's only by relying on your strength that we can defeat that kind of SB. ”

"Did you say, Professor?" Harry asked.

Quirrell shuddered, his voice whimpered, and he nodded.

Harry smiled, "It turns out that the professor also thinks that Voldemort is SB!"

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After a while, everyone came out of the hospital together, and Harry stretched.

If you can't kill Voldemort now, let's disgust them first.

Just as Harry was scolding Voldemort, Harry noticed a faint soul fluctuation on Quirrell's body, but it was hidden again.

Compared to his own, it is like a candle flame that is about to go out.

Weak.

Even if he scolded him, he was like a turtle with a shrunken head, and he didn't even dare to show his head.

Harry wondered how angry he was right now.

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Night, deep.

St. Mungo's Hospital.

A pitch-black ward.

There was a pile of ashes on the ground, a gift from George, and as soon as they got out of the hospital, an enraged Quirrell set it on fire.

The same scene, this is already the second time.

The first time was yesterday. He wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but he had never had a chance to do so, so he let the trolls into the school so that the other teachers wouldn't notice him for a while.

It was a success.

Quirrell was delighted, but the truth was not what he thought, he went to the fourth floor as before, only to be struck by a childish magic.

When he broke through dozens of spells that made him irritated and walked to the wooden door, he was about to use the Hora hole to open the door, but he didn't expect the stone sculpture next to him to suddenly slash him with an axe, and he dodged it in a thrilling way, but he was still cut on his feet and cut off a few toes.

Just then, he heard someone running up and set his toes on fire, and he watched as part of his body turned to ashes.

And in order to cover up the injury to his foot, he had to pretend to be injured by a troll.

And today, that idiot George, even gave him garlic as a gift, how he wanted to turn him into a slug, but he couldn't, because he was a cowardly and cowardly Quirrell.

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