Obviously, Zhang Xiao's behavior made him a little absent-minded, and after briefly comforting the little wizard, he strode to Zhang Xiao's side.

There was a seriousness on his face that he had never felt before:

"Zhang, I should have told you.... Don't try to get hold of undeserved power.

Quirinus Quirrell... I remember him .... A wonderful Ravenclaw with a good heart, but because he touched something he shouldn't touch......."

Dumbledore's words suddenly stopped, and he watched as Zhang Xiao pulled out a strange thing from his magical bag.

Incense candles, paper money, paper ties, suona copper plates, fruit plates, rice, dishes and wooden chopsticks, and even a bottle of Moutai wine.

In Dumbledore's bewildered gaze, Zhang Xiao lit the incense candle with his wand, threw the paper money into the sky, raised the suona and shook his head and blew it.

If it weren't for the fact that Hogwarts couldn't use electronics, he would have pulled out his Walkman and gave Quirrell a mournful note.

In fact, how can he blow suona, just blow it indiscriminately.

So the scene suddenly became strange, in an empty room, Dumbledore and the four little wizards looked at Zhang Xiao blankly, and Harry Potter was still lying on the ground.

And Zhang Xiao played a sweaty head, these things were heard from his parents sporadically, they often took white things when they set up stalls, and they did not involve extraordinary, purely to satisfy the family of the deceased.

Finally, he poured a glass of wine at the place where Quirrell was cremated, and closed his eyes and muttered a few words about the good people in the next life.

Feeling that the performance was almost over, Zhang Xiao put away his things and said in the bewildered eyes of a group of people:

"In Chinese tradition, the dead are the biggest and most precious, which is our country's awe of death and heavenly principles, so according to our customs, we made a Chinese farewell party for him."

It was the first time Dumbledore had seen such a unique Chinese ritual, and he felt an indescribable solemnity and solemnity in this ritual.

If it was a complete ceremony, it would be shocking, right?

He suddenly became very interested in this ritual, and his face softened.

Dumbledore waved his robe, and the ashes floated up, slowly dissipating into the air.

Zhang Xiao shook her head when she saw it, it was too ruthless, just burn people to ashes! Even the ashes were raised!

Dumbledore refocused his attention on the young wizards who were in dire need of growth and education, and Madam Pomfrey was forever absent.

Except for Harry, who was immediately put on a stretcher and carried away, the rest of the young wizards honestly followed Professor Dumbledore and reported to the infirmary by themselves.

And listen to him tell the story that has been made, about Quirrell, about the Philosopher's Stone, the eyes of the little wizards sparkle as if they had learned some shocking secret.

In fact, everyone who flickered was almost lame, except for Malfoy, who didn't even believe a word of Dumbledore's words since he knew it was all designed.

Zhang Xiao was wandering and deserting, and now he was curious, so he wanted to find a quiet place to see what was written in the booklet.

After going through an examination at the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey simply drove Zhang Xiao away: "You are in good health and can play Quidditch, go back quickly!" ”

The chubby school doctor was impatient with anyone who wasn't a patient, and the last time Zhang Xiao saw her yelling at Dumbledore.

But this was exactly what he wanted, and while there was no one, he trotted all the way to the room where he was answered, and skillfully walked back and forth three times in front of the empty wall with his eyes closed.

"I need a quiet place to read"

When he pushed the door open, he saw a very comfortable and warm study, with a dark brown standing bookcase by the window.

The floor is covered with intricately textured carpets, and there are soft and comfortable armchairs and chaise longues by the fireplace.

The chandelier is filled with candles, but the light in this room is clearly not comparable to that of candles, and the light here is comfortable and gentle, perfect for reading.

Zhang Xiao looked at this room with a very peculiar sense of familiarity, as if... It's very similar to the décor of the bedroom when I woke up last time.

I tried to walk to the bookcase, and sure enough, like last time, I couldn't pull it out, but the owner generously lent it to myself.

Zhang Xiao lifted his college robe, bowed on one side, hugged his hands in front of his abdomen, and bowed to the void from the bottom up:

"I don't know who you are, but I haven't had time to say thank you last time."

After thanking the master, Zhang Xiao walked to the fireplace, put on dragon skin gloves, and took out the wooden box that was firmly pasted with rune paper from the Qiankun bag.

After carefully uncovering the rune paper, Zhang Xiao felt that it was still not safe, and he hung the things he gave at home for the talisman on his body, anyway, isn't it bad if there is a lot of oil.

After making protective preparations, he carefully uncovered the rune paper and opened the wooden box.

As previously suspected, the crust was thick, with a cross printed on the black leather and a small string of unrecognizable words underneath, which looked like Latin.

After pulling with chopsticks for a long time, Zhang Xiao finally determined one thing.

This seems to be a common exorcism scripture, the kind that priests in Muggle societies often hold, but it is only used as a placebo for ordinary people, and in fact it is useless at all.

And where the words are written, there are just some common prayers and the like, and between the lines there is a fear of vampires.

Could it be the prop that Professor Quirrell used to play?

Frustrated, he threw the leather back on the table, leaning on the back of the chair and sulking, for such a thing, I also acted for a long time!

Looking up at the exquisite candle chandelier for a while, Zhang Xiao suddenly straightened up, her brows furrowed, and stared at the crusty book on the table.

No, that's not right!

Quirrell was a wizard, a Ravenclaw graduate, and he had made up vampires to disguise Voldemort.

If it is reasonable to carry an exorcism scripture in order to strengthen his personality, he can barely explain it by writing a prayer or two.

But I definitely won't write so much on it!

Because Ravenclaw... Never do it in vain! This is a sign of stupidity in their opinion.

The more Zhang Xiao thought about it, the more strange he felt, he simply took the notebook in his hand, was there any magic to cover it up?

Or is it a way I didn't think of?

With the spirit of inquiry, after carefully re-examining the thick scriptures, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but show a smile, sure enough, there is a secret!

Quirrell's little trick wasn't that hard to spot.

This scripture is very old, sometimes two or three pages will stick together when the page is turned, this exorcism scripture is awkward and boring, and the words are very small, except for devout believers, it is estimated that few people can insist on reading two pages.

The secret lies in the sticky paper, and the pages that are glued together are carefully cut with a knife, and between the two pages is a thin piece full of words.

This piece looks like it's made of some kind of leather, very thin and full of toughness, and it's thin enough to hide between the two pages, rather than a flaw that can be seen at a glance.

Zhang Xiao took out the pieces of vellum paper and put them aside, and continued to search, and when he finally confirmed that all the pieces of vellum had been found, several hours had passed.

After trying to request some food for the room, a jug of hot milk and pie suddenly appeared on the table, and the silver cutlery had the Hogwarts kitchen insignia on it.

It seemed that he had taken it directly from the kitchen, which made him more and more curious about the identity of the owner, but he wisely did not choose to explore the question.

People have made it clear that they don't want people to know, and you still want to explore, isn't this owed!

After filling her stomach, Zhang Xiao returned to the armchair, and the order of the upper right corner of the parchment paper was marked with Arabic numerals.

Happily picked up the one with serial number 1, only to see that it was written:

"I'm Quirrell Quirrell, and by the time you read this letter, I'm dead........"

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