In the girls' bathroom, the trio has different looks and is very exciting.

Harry felt that his roommate, who had been with him for more than a month, had been possessed by some wizard, as if he had met him for the first time.

It turns out that your usual mediocrity is pretended?

"What the hell are you guys up to?"

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door and loud footsteps, and all three people in the room looked up.

Professor McGonagall rushed into the bathroom first, her lips white, her eyes wide, and her voice tinged with cold anger. Professor McGonagall is worthy of being the Dean of Gryffindor, and her anger is exactly the same as the lion badge on her chest.

"You're lucky not to be killed by it." Professor McGonagall glanced at the corpse of the troll on the ground, and her face turned pale, "Why don't you stay in the dorm?" ”

Finished. Harry's eyes went dark, and Gryffindor was deducted points for them.

Snape came in without saying a word, grimacing his face as he crouched down to take a closer look at the troll's corpse.

"Please don't—Professor McGonagall. They came to me. ”

In the shadows, Hermione's voice rang out. She struggled to her feet, her eyes complicated.

"Miss Granger?"

Professor McGonagall said in surprise, she didn't expect the model students of Gryffindor to be here.

"I thought I could deal with it, I read about them in books - I thought I knew it."

Hermione looked down at the tip of her shoe and whispered.

"Let me interrupt."

Snape spoke suddenly, his sallow face with a hint of suspicion, "Miss Granger, you mean to say that you cast a spell of this magnitude?" ”

Professor McGonagall rushed to make sure the student was safe as soon as he entered, and it was only after he said so that he noticed the terrible condition of the troll's corpse.

"In fact, while you almost did it, this recklessness is not advisable......"

Professor McGonagall looked incredulous, but said sternly.

"No, Professor, it's not me ......"

Hermione blushed and waved her hand anxiously.

"Not you? Who could that be, the famous savior Potter? Or is this Weasley ......"

Snape said with a sneer, his voice getting deeper. He saw Hermione and Harry both look at Ron.

"You mean, Mr. Weasley?"

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth slightly. In their minds, Ron was just an ordinary little wizard next to Harry, and it was really unexpected for them to have this kind of strength.

Ron scratched his head, feeling like he was in a dream. He didn't even know how powerful the spell was.

"Mr. Weasley, can you explain to me how you came up with the Demolition Charm? It's a spell that only older students can learn, and you're only in the first grade. ”

Professor McGonagall asked sternly, shocked.

"It's ...... Norin taught me. ”

Under Professor McGonagall's sharp gaze, Ron swallowed and whispered.

"Norlin ......"

Professor McGonagall's face was slightly confused, and she suddenly frowned again, "Where is he now?" ”

With what she knew about Nolin, there was no way he could be honest in the Ravenclaw common room.

Norin wasn't in the common room, he was in the hallway on the fourth floor, watching Professor Quirrell go in and out of the restricted door.

Norin gradually retracted the smile on his face and watched intently. This time, he mainly wanted to test a certain conjecture.

Every time Professor Quirrell came out of the door, he would have a scar on his body to a greater or lesser extent. Inside, Lu Wei roared impatiently, and a little arrogant.

Professor Quirrell bared his teeth in pain, but he still rushed forward without hesitation, as if someone was behind him with a whip.

"Waste."

There was a low curse in the air, and then Nolin's eyes froze, and Professor Quirrell not far away seemed to be a different person, with a completely different temperament.

"It's a big price to pay every time you come out in this form, it's such a piece of rubbish, even a dog can stop you."

Quirrell's head twisted weirdly, and he cursed hoarsely.

Nolin's heart sank, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger. Quietly poured a bottle of illusion potion. He didn't dare to guarantee that Quirrell would be able to see through his illusion spell at this time, so he immediately added an insurance.

A strange black flame appeared in Quirrell's palm and he stepped into the room. It didn't take long for Lu Wei's wails to be heard.

There seemed to be a violent vibration in the room, which even Norlin could feel outside. Gradually, the house became calm.

Norin raised his eyebrows, and just when he thought Quirrell had already dealt with Lu Wei, a white light suddenly bloomed in the room, followed by Quirrell's angry cry:

"Damn Dumbledore!"

Norin ducked against the wall, and Quirrell's figure rushed out, his face pale and back to his usual appearance.

He hurriedly treated the wounds on his body, and after barely stopping the bleeding, he covered his robe and ran away without looking back.

Norin stared at his departing figure, his face cloudy, and muttered:

"It's really you in the Forbidden Forest...... Voldemort ......"

And where he couldn't see, in the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat in the soft Headmaster's chair, a transparent glass ball floating in front of him.

He looked at the glass ball with a smile, and from time to time he stuffed a piece of bee candy into his mouth, and where was the serious look he had when he was in the auditorium.

By the time Norin quietly returned to the Ravenclaw common room, Prefect Penelope had already announced that the crisis had been resolved and that the troll had been successfully defeated. The little wizards, who were not too nervous, instantly let down their guard and discussed with great interest which professor was the one who defeated the troll.

"What did you do?"

Smith, accustomed to Nolin appearing out of nowhere, leaned in and asked expectantly. He wants the troll to be defeated by his roommate, so that he has one more bragging rights.

To his disappointment, Norlin shook his head silently. His expression was a little off, and Smith didn't ask any more questions.

Norlin lay on a bench in the break room, his thoughts racing. He was already eighty percent sure that the mysterious black robe in the Forbidden Forest was Voldemort who used Quirrell's body to act, so Norlin would inevitably be an enemy of Voldemort.

Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest wanted to kill him and Elena, and Norlin couldn't hold back. Besides, there seems to be a lot of conflict between Voldemort and his mother.

It's just that how to kill is a problem. Voldemort was now extremely weak, but he was able to show that strength in the Forbidden Forest. Although it will be costly, Norlin has to admit that he is not yet a match for Voldemort in that state.

And his life is harder than anyone else's, and there are still a few Horcruxes that are outcast, and they can't completely kill him if they don't destroy them all.

At the moment, I can only hold Dumbledore's thighs tightly, and I am obscene.

Norlin rubbed his temples with a headache, but his eyes casually caught a glimpse of the Ravenclaw sculpture.

Its eyes were deep and wise, as if it were looking into the distance, and it seemed to be gazing at Norin.