Not to mention a little wizard, even an adult, without enough information, it is very difficult to figure out what is going on here.

Now, Harry struggled with the situation.

If Snape was Professor Dumbledore's man, what did he do?

If he followed the mystery man in the first place, was Professor Dumbledore lying?

No matter how you think about it, there are problems, and after thinking about it for a long time, the little wizards finally realized a very important thing:

On their own, it would be impossible for them to think about the answer.

"Let's go ask Professor Quirrell, he seems to be in the know, and he told us all this news today."

And this is also agreed by others.

"Good!"

"I'll come with you."

The three people, whose relationship has never been repaired and are still in an awkward situation, form an alliance with different minds.

They set out to investigate Professor Snape - ostensibly saying so, but in reality they didn't make any of any mistakes.

The night tour was useless, and no clues could be found, so they didn't go out.

Instead, they set out early the next morning to find Professor Quirrell.

After a quick meal in the auditorium, the trio hurried to the second floor, where the Defence Against the Dark Arts classrooms and offices were.

And they didn't realize that in the auditorium, there were people watching their actions here.

One of those eyes came from the Hufflepuff crowd.

Connor.

Seeing the three of them go away, he just drank the pumpkin juice in his hand.

But before he could finish his drink, someone next to him tapped him on the shoulder.

"Connor, let's go to the arena and grab a better spot, remember to come."

Ernie said this, and as a Quidditch fan, he left Justin with it, completely acquiescing that he would go to the game.

"Okay, you guys go first, there's still a while before the game anyway, isn't it?"

It's been a while, but it's actually a few hours away, and it seems like it's enough to have a conversation.

As for what Quirrell would say, it was expected, and he hoped that Harry would hold on and not get too excited.

Putting down the empty cup, Connor slowly got up.

"Are you going to the Quidditch pitch?"

Wayne asked.

He still had a few loaves of bread in his hand and a large pie on his plate, apparently unfinished.

"No, I'll just walk around, you eat slowly, there's no need to rush to the stadium now."

The excitement and excitement of Justin and Ernie, Connor honestly didn't understand.

No matter how attractive Quidditch is, it won't make people go to the stadium a few hours early to blow the cold air, right?

Could it be that this is the so-called fan?

…………

On the other side, Harry and the others had arrived in front of the closed Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Professor Quirrell didn't come to the auditorium for breakfast today, will he be in his office now?"

Seeing the closed old door, Ron couldn't help but mutter.

"Whether you're there or not, just knock on the door and you'll know."

With that, Harry held out his hand.

He was just trying to knock on the door, but when his hand touched the door, he heard a voice from behind him.

"The door is unlocked."

"Huh?"

Looking back, there is a portrait of a noble lady holding a cat.

It's Mrs. Cat.

"The door is not locked, although I don't know why professors nowadays have a habit of not locking the door, and there was a loud noise from inside this morning."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Cat also rubbed her eyes.

"Really, I don't know if I need to catch up on sleep, I'm here just to be quiet......"

'Crunch'

In the midst of it, a voice interrupted Mrs. Cat's chatter.

Only, it wasn't any of the three, it was the door to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The old, old, age-old door emits its own voice, interrupting the sound of the portrait and revealing the interior scene:

Dim light - because Professor Quirrell said he was injured in the battle with the vampires, so he couldn't see the light.

The windows are closed - for much the same reason as the one above.

There was even a strong smell of garlic in the classroom.

This is their classroom, and they've always had to take classes here.

"Why do I think this garlic smells stronger than before?"

Ron couldn't help but cover his nose.

"It's a little thicker, and I don't know what Professor Quirrell is usually ......."

"Look, it's Professor Quirrell!"

Before they could say anything, Hermione interrupted them.

Following the girl's guidance, Harry and Ron soon met Professor Quirrell.

However, he didn't seem to be in good shape, and his whole body was lying on the stairs, looking like he had fallen on the stairs.

Not to mention the fact that he fell directly with a head full of bags and a blue nose and swollen face, today's professor seems to be more fragile than yesterday.

"Professor, what's wrong with you!"

Seeing this, Harry and the others rushed straight in, trying to help Quirrell up.

But as Harry stretched out his hand, Quirrell's eyes widened.

"Don't! Don't come near me! ”

He couldn't help but yell.

"Just stand there and don't move!"

The stern warning was unprecedented, and Harry was stunned.

“…… Professor? ”

"I ...... I have a curse on me, don't touch me. ”

He stared at the bespectacled boy.

"Especially you, Harry, this curse will come upon you as soon as you touch me...... He's coming for you. ”

"Me??"

Harry's mind went blank for a moment, but before he could think about anything, he reacted quickly.

"That's not right...... Professor Quirrell, you've been attacked? ”

“……”

There was no response from the Professor's side, his eyes closed, looking a little tired, and Harry had already begun to subconsciously look around him.

At first glance, the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was a mess.

"Who the hell is ......?"

"Can you do me a favor?"

Without waiting for the three children to ask more, Quirrell reopened his eyes.

"Go to my office and get something out...... There's a packet of powder in there, take it out. ”

Quirrell couldn't help but reach out to the office on the stairs, but he fell limply.

"Take it out ......"

"Okay, I'll get it."

Harry was about to step forward, but Ron held him back.

"Wait, I'll go, it's better for you not to get near Professor Quirrell for the time being."

"Ron......