Mystery Man......

When Quirrell said that, Harry only felt the scar on his forehead start to ache again.

Starting with Hagrid, it's not that no one has ever mentioned the guy's name, but Harry has a feeling of discomfort that he has never felt before.

Faintly, he even felt like he could hear some noises.

The sound of a woman humming a lullaby, a scream, a figure.

"Hmm......"

In the confusion, he couldn't help but cover his head.

Such a performance would certainly attract Ron's attention.

"Harry, how are you?"

There was no time to think about anything, and Ron couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing."

Feeling the tingle that didn't seem to affect his ability to think, Harry just shook his head.

His emerald green eyes subconsciously looked at the frail Quirrell, only to find that he was staring at him as well.

It's not some strabismus or the corner of the eye, but the kind of staring and staring.

As their eyes met, Harry found that his headache had eased somewhat.

But before he could think, he heard Quirrell speak:

"You must have a lot of questions to ask right now, don't you?"

There was no stuttering, no anxiety-inducing stumbling.

Professor Quirrell is very different now.

Not to mention Harry, even Ron and Hermione, who were watching from the sidelines, were aware of it.

“…… Yes. ”

Harry nodded slowly.

"You said Snape was a follower of the Mysteries, ...... this kind of thing"

For a moment, Harry didn't know how to describe his feelings.

His mind came first with Snape's emaculate face, then with his dark outfit.

Saying that he was a dark wizard who studied dark arts or something, Harry didn't think he would be surprised.

Rather, it was too much in line with his perception of Snape, and very much with his impression of the people in Slytherin.

But to say that he had something to do with the Dark Lord and the Mysterious, Harry had an instinctive suspicion.

It wasn't that he had any trust in Snape's eccentric teacher, it was purely because of the existence of another great wizard.

Eventually, what came to Harry's mind was the face of the smiling old wizard.

Headmaster Dumbledore!

Thinking of the great wizard, Harry's heart, which was still a little inexplicably flustered, suddenly calmed down.

Almost nothing happened inside Hogwarts that could not be avoided by him.

"But Headmaster Dumbledore can't hire a former criminal as a professor."

"But Dumbledore is old, he is over a hundred years old, and the older a person gets, the closer he is to death, the more fragile he becomes...... Even the greatest wizards in the world, both physically and mentally, will sometimes look at the wrong person. ”

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence...... Ten years is not a long time, Mr. Potter, I still remember the time when I was in school, the uneasiness and panic on the faces of the people around me, even though Headmaster Dumbledore had been protecting the school, but the students were still terrified. ”

At this, Quirrell furrowed his brow.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the library, where there is still news from the past...... Snape was the one who had been arrested by the Ministry of Magic. ”

After saying this, Quirrell couldn't help but squint his eyes.

At this moment, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor looked particularly tired.

"Believe it or not, but try to protect yourself lately, Mr. Potter...... Don't end up in the same fate as me, okay? ”

"Professor......

Listening to his words that seemed to be heartfelt, Harry couldn't help but glance at Quirrell's increasingly pale face.

Then, he couldn't help but look at Ron, then at Hermione.

"I'll go to the library and check these things...... I had already planned to do that. ”

Seeing Harry look at her, Hermione spoke.

At this moment, the girl had already stood up.

"So, I'll go first."

"The ......"

"Anything else?"

Maybe something was going on, but Harry found himself speechless at the moment.

After a while, he gave a stumbling response:

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Eventually, Hermione left, and Harry could only vaguely see the doors of the school hospital closing through the curtains.

"So what he's doing here?"

Finally, Ron couldn't help but complain.

"Could it be that she's here to ask you about this kind of thing?"

“…… Maybe. ”

"Acting like a detective."

Unable to resist glancing at the location of the doorway a few more times, Ron muttered.

"As much as I hate Snape, I find him true that Granger is a 'jack of all trades' and feels like she's going to have to intervene in everything."

"Alright, Ron."

Seeing that Ron was about to break his thoughts there again, Harry quickly stopped him.

"Hermione is also kind, don't say some nonsense."

It wasn't until Ron had obediently shut his mouth that Harry turned his gaze to Quirrell.

He wanted to ask some more questions, but saw that Quirrell was already on his feet.

Still wearing the huge garlic-scented bandana, he struggled to hold on to the hospital bed.

"Professor Quirrell, are you leaving now?"

"Well, anyway...... I'm just having some skin trauma anyway. ”

Gently touching his still crooked chin and nose, he smiled a friendly smile.

"So...... I'll go first. ”

"But you ...... like this"

Is it really just skin trauma?

Seeing Quirrell's back, which seemed to be no longer straight, Harry tried to ask, but only watched him slowly leave.

Did he really leave like this?

Won't Madam Pomfrey stop you too?

With a stomach full of doubts, Harry subconsciously looked around.

However, he could not get an answer anyway.

"Ron."

"What's wrong?"

"Say, did something happen to Professor Quirrell?"

"I ...... I don't know. ”

"I always felt like there was some secret in this."

Harry muttered to himself.

'Buzz'

In the hospital room, there was a somewhat harsh voice.

"What sound? Bugger? ”

Although they heard the sound, they didn't see it, and a small silver-white worm flew out of the ventilated window very easily.

It flew high and soon flew into the fifth-floor window, where the hallway was right in front of the library.

There, a handsome-looking red-haired boy was standing there, gently scratching the chin of his kitten.

And when the flying insect melted into the silver cat's fur without disobedience, the kitten leaned into the boy's ear and whispered.

"Huh...... Well, I said that it was such a good time for him to do nothing. ”