"Woo!"

Ron grabbed Anthony's hand and let out a whimper.

"Harry, go drag George and Fred over." Anthony said calmly.

“...”

“...”

"Oh! Okay..."

The scene in front of him was so terrifying that Harry's head short-circuited for a moment.

Anthony called him three times before Harry could react.

He stiffened over to join Neville, mechanically dragging the twins' stiff bodies.

Slowly retreat towards the spiral staircase.

And Anthony dragged Ron and retreated together.

"Whew! Being worried, it's just a petrification spell! ”

Back at the top of the stairs, Anthony carefully examined the faces of the twins, and breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, their skin was blue and marble, and their expressions were motionless and hard, all of which were signs of petrification.

"Petrification Charm?" Ron muttered to himself.

The huge emotional ups and downs made his head dizzy, and he felt that the dark staircase in front of him seemed to become even darker.

"That's right, it's a petrification spell, but unfortunately we can't solve the spell, this magic will only be learned in the second grade. But don't worry, the petrification effect will be automatically eliminated after a while. Anthony patted him on the shoulder and said in a reassuring voice.

"The most important thing now is to get out of here, the guy who infiltrated the principal's office is still inside."

Anthony's words reminded everyone.

The four little ones glanced at each other, and they all understood that they were in danger at the moment.

An inexplicable chill spread across their backs.

Too late to think about it.

The four of them carried George and Fred out of the spiral staircase in a hurry.

At the end of the silent hallway, the giant stone beast 'revived' again.

Dark passages slowly emerged.

A few Gryffindor wizards ran out in a panic.

Ron, who was carrying Fred, also fell because of his weak legs.

Poor Fred hit his head the ground.

"This way!"

Anthony let out a low roar and Harry carried George, quickly rushing towards the other end of the hallway.

Running around the doorposts, running through corridor after corridor, running at full speed, they didn't even dare to look back.

"Up front seems to be Professor Quirrell's office."

Harry gasped as he ran, and said in surprise.

"Don't go over Harry." Anthony hurriedly stopped.

In an instant, a huge crisis had rushed straight into his brain.

There's a good chance the guy who snuck into the headmaster's office was Quirrell. Isn't looking for him tantamount to throwing yourself into the net?

Although Quirrell should still be in the principal's office at this time, he didn't want to gamble.

Hearing this, Harry's footsteps paused visibly, and while he didn't understand why Anthony had stopped them from looking for Professor Quirrell, they were friends and he was willing to trust him.

Harry then moved on his legs and continued to run.

Until...

"Bang!"

"Oops!"

Around the corner of the hallway, Harry slammed into someone, and his hand loosened, and poor George hit his head on the ground.

A strong garlic smell burrowed into Anthony's nose. Then came the voice he least wanted to hear.

"Mr. Both, and Mr. Winn-Sha. Why are you here? ”

Anthony raised his head slowly, and the moment he saw the man, his heart was directly cold.

A chill ran down my spine and rushed to my brain.

Unlucky! Unlucky! Unlucky!

How did you meet him here?

Standing around the corner of the hallway at this time was Quirrell, who he was most worried about.

In the darkness, his face seemed to be covered with gloom, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What a beautiful encounter!" Quirrell walked over and said in his hoarse voice.

"Professor Quirrell, someone has broken into the Headmaster's office!" Ron gasped as he leaned against the cold wall, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Neville bent over, also gasping for a sigh of relief.

Fred was placed at the feet of the two of them, and after a few big breaths, Ron continued, "He also wounded George and Fred. ”

"Alright, Mr. Weasley, I think I already know." Quirrell's eyes flashed dangerously, and he said in a perverse tone: "Four freshmen, wandering around in the middle of the night, maybe paranoia." ”

As he spoke, he slowly drew his wand.

Seeing this, Anthony's heart was blaring, although he didn't think Quirrell would choose to kill him, but what if it was the Oblivion Curse?

It sounds like he meant to erase their memories of tonight!

And at this moment, in the shadow of the corridor in the distance, a person suddenly walked over.

"Pok! And his henchmen? ”

The emaciated body, the indifferent eyes, a black robe, and the signature greasy hair.

It turned out to be Professor Snape!

Anthony almost couldn't resist going over and giving him a kiss.

You're just in time, and you're just a little bit closer to being attacked.

Quirrell turned his head to look at the person who had come, and his face suddenly turned gloomy, but the tone of his voice was still the most familiar and cowardly voice: "S-Professor Snape, why are you-here?" ”

He behaved like usual, humble and cowardly, but none of this could be hidden from Snape.

Professor Snape looked indifferently at the strange man, who he had noticed from the beginning of the school year that he was very abnormal, and seemed to have some unknown secrets. It's just that he is well disguised, and no one finds out.

"Night Tour! It's Gryffindor again! ”

He directly ignored Quirrell beside him. Like a giant bat, the black robes completely obscured the young wizards.

"Stupid, do you know what this will bring to your academy? Gryffindor deducts five points, per person! Snape said sternly.

"Professor, we—" Harry was about to retort when he was interrupted by a roar.

"Shut up, Potter! Are you going to confront the professor? The professor stared at Harry, as if the hatred for Jaime was boiling in him.

"No, Professor." Harry didn't dare to refute anything, so he could only keep his mouth shut.

"Humph!"

Seeing Harry lower his head, Snape's face improved slightly, and he snorted coldly, his gaze swept over the other three children, and finally landed on George and Fred on the ground.

"What did you do?"

"How is that possible! Professor, we haven't learned the petrification spell yet! Anthony took a deep breath, suppressed his pounding heart, and tried to make his words sound sincere and calm.

"Oh?"

Anthony's hint succeeded in arousing Snape's suspicions, and he didn't think that the Gryffindor tricksters would use petrification charms that even the seniors might not have mastered. (This is true, the quality of teaching!) Teaching quality! ）

Then he glanced at Quirrell, who was also a professor.

But he didn't say anything, just quickly drew his wand and pointed it at the two unlucky people who were still petrifying and chanted the unraveling spell.