Quirrell closed his eyes tightly, grabbed the corner of the purple turban with a resolute expression, and then jerked -

The entire turban was ripped off and thrown on the ground.

Quirrell's bare head was exposed, and it looked surprisingly small, bare, without a single hair.

Dracula looked at his egg-like bald little head, frowned in disgust, and commanded:

"Don't play tricks, turn around."

Quirrell slowly turned around and showed the back of his head in front of the professors.

One by one, the professors were stunned.

Professor Sprout covered her eyes, and a clear red mark was made on the bottom of her forehead by the swift cover of her face; Snape's mouth and eyes twitched at the same time, and the features on his face were completely twisted together; Professor Flitwick was eating, and when he saw the back of Quirrell's head, he threw it out......

Dracula was the most direct, and he was disgusted and raised his hand and slapped him in the void, slapping Quirrell on the head out of thin air. Quirrell spun around in a few circles before falling to the ground, smashing a large hole in the floor of the professor's lounge that hit the back of his head in the floor.

It turned out that just behind Quirrell's head, there were three extremely hideous scars, two on top and one on the bottom, which together looked like an ugly, eerie human face!

The ugly face disgusted the professors so much that they didn't want to eat for days.

……

Despite her psychological reluctance, Professor McGonagall, as the impartial Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts, had to admit that no matter how ugly Quirrell's scar was, there was really nothing else under the turban.

Now the wicked have become the professors.

They were like a bunch of vicious villains who cornered the weak Quirrell and stripped him of the last fig leaf......

"Now... Before you are full... Satisfied? With his head on the ground, poor Quirrell sobbed and complained, "I... I've been covering with my headscarf... Covering these ugly scars is just afraid... I'm afraid that you and your students will dislike me. As... If laughing at me makes you happy, then I... I also recognized ......"

Listening to Quirrell's pitiful speech, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, two middle-aged and elderly women, were directly moved.

Professor Sprout said sentimentally, "Oh, poor Assistant Teacher Quirrell, it's all our bad that has opened your wounds. ”

"Don't worry, Quirinus, Hogwarts will not wrong a good man!" Professor McGonagall spoke up to comfort her.

After thanking him, Quirrell carefully pulled his head out of the middle of the floor tiles, and limped out of the professor's lounge with the back of his head clutched.

After Quirrell left, Snape looked at Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout with an unfriendly expression.

"Two deans, because of your kindness, our last clue has also been lost." He said word by word, each word as if it were squeezed out of his teeth.

"Oh, don't say that, Severus." Seeing that the two ladies had unkind faces, Professor Flitwick quickly stood on the table, trying to tiptoe to block the view from both sides, "Minerva and Pomona just don't want to wronged good people. I think Assistant Teacher Quirrell is quite pitiful, why don't you observe it again? ”

"A woman's kindness." Snape snorted coldly.

Then he flicked his long cloak and left the professor's lounge like a large bat with a footstep that he didn't recognize.

"Severus is a man who doesn't know how to be polite." Professor McGonagall was so angry that she almost had to catch up with him, so that he could get a feel for what it means for a woman to hold up half the sky!

The good-natured Professor Sprout quickly grabbed Professor McGonagall's arm, "Minerva, forget it, no." You know Severus has always been like this......"

Because of this unpleasant episode, the professors parted unhappily.

And Dracula stayed for last.

He walked slowly to the hole in the ground, looked at the purple turban that Quirrell had forgotten to take, and fell into deep thought.

There was still a small amount of inferior perfume on this bandana, but it was already very faint, that is, it could only be easily detected with a sensitive sense of smell like a vampire.

Dracula hadn't noticed it before, and it wasn't until now that he suddenly remembered that he hadn't smelled the strong perfume on Quirrell's body in a while. That's probably why the professors didn't get too unwanted to see Quirrell today.

If Quirrell had come to the professor's lounge with the smell of his body like before, not to mention whether Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout would have taken pity on him, I'm afraid the two ladies would be the first to take it back to his own office!

Dracula thought back to all of Quirrell's anomalous behaviors, and gradually concluded a vague truth.

From the first time he saw Quirrell, Quirrell had been masking another scent on his body with a variety of strong smells.

Dracula was disgusted by the garlic smell at first, and ordered Quirrell to get rid of it.

Later, Quirrell was replaced with the smell of smelly socks and toilets that hadn't been washed in hundreds of years. The smell of trolls can make people with a normal sense of smell vomit, but Quirrell can live a normal life with this smell all day, and he is a warrior in this regard.

Eventually, Quirrell removed the troll stench, leaving only the strong, inferior perfume smell.

Because the smell of perfume was a little normal, Hogwarts didn't say that the professor couldn't wear perfume, so he was mixed up by Quirrell for most of the semester.

As Christmas approached, the professors were so busy that no one cared about the man who wore perfume every day.

Dracula continues to recall,

It seemed to be just before Harry's first Quidditch match that the smell of Quirrell's perfume began to fade.

Thinking of this, Dracula took out the title deed of Hogwarts from his pocket and looked at a small room surrounded by layers of profound protective spells that could not be monitored by the title deed.

It was Quirrell's office.

"It's kind of interesting."

The corners of Dracula's mouth hooked slightly, and he disappeared in place.

……

In Quirrell's office, the balding man knelt respectfully, holding a journal in both hands on the table in front of him.

"I've finally cleared my name, master!" He trembled and said excitedly, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely help you get the Philosopher's Stone!" ”

A misty shadow of a dark-haired boy looms above the diary.

He nodded slowly at Quirrell, a grim smile on his face.

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