"Teach, professor?" A little girl named Susan in Hufflepuff obviously mistook Snape for not waking up, and she raised her hand timidly, "Defense Against the Dark Arts test now......?" ”

"Of course I know what I'm here for, Miss Burns," Snape looked at her with a blank expression, "and I don't think I'm forgetful enough to need a Hufflepuff to remind me." ”

He frightened the little girl to tremble, and her eyes were full of tears. Everyone thought Snape would find an excuse to deduct a few points from Hufflepuff, but he just glanced at Susan and let her go.

Snape seems to be in a good mood today?

"Actually, your dear—" he accentuated the word "beloved—"Beloved Professor Quirrell has been ill for the past few days, and is now suffering in his office~ so he begged me to help him take good care of his beloved students. So ......"

He was pleased to see the dejected expressions and stunned jaws of the freshmen in the audience. His sleek voice changed suddenly, "Why don't you start answering the questions honestly?" ”

At this time, the freshmen who were immersed in shock found that the test paper appeared on the table at some point, and the hourglass on the stage had already started to time, and the exam had already begun-

"That's weird!" After Snape strode out of the examination room with the parchment they had answered, Harry couldn't wait to find Ron and Brandy, "Professor Quirrell was still giving a lecture to everyone as if nothing had happened some time ago, why did he suddenly fall ill at this time?" ”

"yes, Snape said he was suffering, I don't know if you noticed, Professor Quirrell wasn't in the teacher's chair at dinner yesterday, see his happy face at that time!" Ron shook his fist angrily, "Maybe Snape is persecuting Professor Quirrell again!" This damn old bat! ”

"But what can we do, Professor Quirrell is such a cowardly man. How many times have I been bullied by Snape and I haven't seen him report to the headmaster... He didn't even dare to go to the ward... It feels like a puff bag, it's really a wretch. ”

Brandi pondered for a moment, "Or?" Let's go see him. Maybe we'll be able to get some news out of him, and if Professor Quirrell really didn't come to the proctoring because of Snape, we can find some evidence to sue Dumbledore, right? ”

Harry and Ron had no problem with that.

So the three of them exchanged a tacit look, because there were too many people to go, the target was somewhat obvious, Brandy had to wave at Hermione Parvati and the two who were waiting for them to have lunch together, signaling them to go first. Then, they quickly rushed to their seats, swept the test papers into their school bags, and left the classroom.

Because most of them were waiting in the auditorium for dinner, the large hallway on the third floor was empty, and the sound of Brandy's footsteps was extremely harsh—they couldn't help but stand on their tiptoes and move Professor Quirrell's office like thieves.

They should have walked to the door of the office, knocked on the door, and then agreed with Professor Quirrell in a friendly atmosphere to fight against Archdemon Snape - they even had the picture in mind.

But unexpectedly, as soon as they approached his room, they were frightened by the noisy noise inside!

Thanks to the silence in the hallway, they could faintly hear Professor Quirrell's sobs and uneasy wails.

"No - I really can't - can't do it anymore! Please—"

Ron's eyes widened in horror, "It's Snape!" ”

"Shh......h

Brandi quickly stretched out his index finger to tell him not to speak, he pressed his ear to the wall of the hallway, and the voice in the office seemed to be a little louder. It sounded like someone was torturing him...... Immediately afterward, there was a tingling in his eardrums!

"Don't, don't! Yes!!! Ahhh ”

The voice sounds like a déjà vu...... Brandi couldn't help but be a little confused.

The terrible howl could be heard clearly without being pressed against the wall...... They heard Professor Quirrell fall to the ground, struggling to knock something to the ground, with a crisp cracking sound.

"Holy, that's exciting." Ron was stunned. "Domestic violence scene?"

Harry swallowed hard, and he suddenly felt the pain of his scar burning. He struggled to control himself and keep himself from screaming. He endured it for a long time before he could barely speak.

"What do we do now, rush straight in?"

"Fart... Don't you hear Professor Quirrell's screams—" Ron's face twisted into a ball of fear, "Do you think we can be Snape's opponents?" Three stacks together were not enough for one of his hands. ”

Just when the two of them were quietly discussing whether to call the police immediately or go in recklessly to save people, Brandy, who was still listening sideways in confusion, suddenly changed his face, and he quickly grabbed them and quickly retreated.

"Silence! The screams are gone! Brandi said.

The office door was opened, and they quickly shrank to the corner of the hallway, not daring to take a breath.

Quirrell's voice of weakness and despair came from not far away. "Alright—well—as you wish."

They didn't hear anything back, as if the other seemed to be still dissatisfied.

Then the door slammed shut, and a series of footsteps hurried towards them, how dare they stand in this place and wait for their deaths—God knows if it was Quirrell or Snape, and the three of them ran backwards almost in unison, until they reached the entrance of the Great Hall, and barely breathed.

"It's just—it's terrible." Harry clutched his forehead in pain, "My head was going to crack right now!" This does not bode well. ”

"yes...... It's terrible. Looking worriedly at the scar on Harry's head, Brandi, who knew the truth, echoed uneasily. It seems that Quirrell didn't lose to Snape - he lost to Voldemort!

Hurrying back to the auditorium, the three of them told Hermione and Parvati, who had taken their seats, what they had heard, and their good mood for the upcoming holiday was gone in an instant.

When they had eaten something to fill their stomachs, they returned to the break room, and they found that they didn't even have the slightest idea of wanting to review.

"If Quirrell had already succumbed...... All that was left was the magic of Lowe and Dumbledore. Hermione said.

"And Snape probably already knows how to get past that big dog, and with so many books on magical creatures in our library, don't you think there is one that can tell you how to defeat a three-headed pug?"

"Then we'll go find Dumbledore!" The adventure factor in Ron's body was boiling uneasily, but before he could speak, he was snatched away by Hermione. "Anyway! We can't go it alone anymore...... Because it only takes one more ......"

Hermione's eyes glanced uneasily in Brandy's direction, and it was obvious what it meant.

"But we have no evidence that Snape wanted to do anything to the Philosopher's Stone! Quirrell was so cowardly that he wouldn't have testified for us at all, and we mentioned the Philosopher's Stone and Lowe in this particular case that we shouldn't have known, who do you think the professors would believe in this case? Harry frantically grabbed his textbook on the history of magic and put it in his face. Oh, my God...... I'm fed up! ”

………………

This sense of helplessness has been with Brandi through the entire history of magic exams, he is not like Hermione or the optimistic Parvati who will regulate his emotions on the spot, not to mention that he knows a little more than everyone else, in this low atmosphere, his thinking ability is greatly reduced, and he has to fill the last blank on the parchment in a daze, even if the founder of the automatic mixing crucible is casually written as the famous three-piece girl band "Banana Girl" in the 80s, He didn't bother to revise it anymore. After everything was done, he silently tilted his head and stared out the window at the sunny meadow...... There are already students from other grades who are already playing around.

Maybe you should be optimistic about your thoughts, yes, isn't Dumbledore in this school, as long as he is, even if there is a non-human Voldemort hidden in Snape's body, the Philosopher's Stone will definitely not be in danger. Besides, Lowe had bitten Snape's leg last time...... He probably won't break into the trapdoor so rashly.

He tried to extend his thinking in this direction, but he couldn't get rid of a strange sense of disobedience, he seemed to have forgotten one thing, one very important thing—what was it? Hagrid would never betray Dumbledore, did he, he promised Harry......

He comforted himself and forced himself to check his answer one last time. This was really useful, he was surprised to find that he had unknowingly missed two questions, which were 6 points, which Hermione could probably get excellent without writing, but for himself, it was very likely that he would have to rely on them to pass the grade.

He hurriedly wrote down the exact time when the broomstick was invented, and then turned his gaze to the last question—a difficult one, but one that would be like a point for Brandi or the friends who had visited Ron in the hospital room last time.

"Please briefly describe the outstanding contributions made by Kong Bo, a famous Chinese male witch and expert in dragon research, in the wizarding world:"

"Huh! Parvati, Pavati, you are really my lucky star~" Brandi smiled and picked up the quill and wrote on the parchment: Kong Bo, a Chinese dragon expert specializing in Chinese fireballs, has discovered nearly 100 medicinal properties of Chinese fireball eggshell powder, the most widely known of which should be the powerful promotion of bone growth, and the successful development of bone spirits relies on Kong Bo's theory.

"Chinese Fireball Eggs... Eggshell... Dragon Egg ............"

Brandy's pen grew slower and slower, slower and slower, and he finally froze in his seat, a chill to the bone that clotted his blood to ice, and a terrible thought swirled around his mind.

Dragon Egg... Hagrid!