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Chapter 48 Burning Quirrell; As expected of Snape

"Ah, I sense it... There is darkness approaching, getting closer, a terrible feeling... The future is blurry, someone is going to fall, is it the boy in the sky..."

A certain old lady Professor Trelawney, who hadn't left the top floor of the North Tower for a long time, came to watch the game today, very still.

At this time, she occupied two seats by herself, sitting cross-legged on a chair, staring at the prophecy ball in her hand, bluffing, and the people sitting next to her couldn't help but move a little away.

"Wow, this old liar..."

Glancing at Professor Clawney who was whistling on the seat, Xiao Yiren, who had just climbed here, was a little speechless, and shook his head, then he didn't care about her, and just walked past her.

It's just that this guy's sitting posture is really not good, and the people around are a little crowded, the place reserved for Xiao Yiren is quite small, even the liquid Xiao Yiren feels a little crowded, and these guys are still moving around , squeezing Xiao Yiren's action space.

"My Nima..."

Xiao Yiren, who was quite uncomfortable being squeezed, had a pair of cat's eyes flashing, and the hair all over his body exploded, and an electric light that was so weak that no one could see it flew towards a certain unlucky person in an instant.

"Ah~"

Hearing a scream, a slightly bloated figure suddenly fell to one side, and the figure subconsciously reached out to support his body.

And with great precision, he pressed his chubby arms on Trelawney, who was still in a state of nerves, and pushed her down from the auditorium.

"Oops, f*****"

Trelawney fell in front of the next row of audience seats, cursed a series of swear words starting with F, and then said in hindsight:

"I told you not to go out today!"

Of course, Xiao Yiren doesn't care about these things, and now Xiao Yiren has reached his goal.

Looking up at Harry, who was staring intently at the field, and Quirrell, who was chanting a spell, Xiao Yiren covered his nose with a meat pad with a face full of disgust.

You know, a cat's sense of smell is very sensitive, even better than a dog's. The smell of corpses on Qiluo's body, which he tried his best to cover up with the smell of garlic, is really obvious to Xiao Yiren.

The smell of corpses mixed with various strong spices such as garlic almost made Xiao Yiren spit it out directly.

"Ouch~ Zhen Nima is disgusting..."

Despising this stinking bastard in his heart, Xiao Yiren stretched out his claws cursingly, and was about to launch it. As for the direction and target, it would naturally not be Qi Luo.

After all, Tom is still on Quirrell's forehead, so what's the difference between casting magic on him and courting death.

Although Xiao Yiren is now confident of defeating most of the ordinary adult wizards, it does not mean that Xiao Yiren is going head-to-head with Old Tom.

What he aimed at was the scarf around Quirrell's neck.

Such an old and long scarf, made of wool, is absolutely first-class in burning. If Quirrell pays attention to it later, maybe he can take the opportunity to attack Old Tom.

"Smash the darkness with thunder!"

A bright blue arc shot out from the center of Xiao Yiren's flesh pad, and split instantly on Quilo's long scarf hanging around his waist.

Lightning represents high temperature to a certain extent, and it will naturally burn when it encounters combustibles (wool).

Then the spark turns into a flame, and the quick reading spreads.

After about ten seconds, Quirrell realized that he was on fire, and the flames on the scarf had already started a prairie fire. Not only his scarf, but even his clothes were on fire.

Of course, it didn't matter that he was burned down, the most terrible thing was that his turban was also covered, and he had no hair, but Quirrell insisted on posing as a Super Saiyan.

Especially the output of that sound is all based on roar, 100% recovery.

"Ahhh-"

Quirrell has a big mouth, he reckoned he could swallow an apple, and he just let out a scream, but he didn't care about his image, he tore off the scarf around his neck, he didn't even want his clothes, only his head He dared not take off the scarf, so he could only pat the back of his head with his hands.

But what made it even more desperate was that low-pitched roars could be heard in his ears at any time.

"Fire out!"

"Hurry up and put out the fire!"

The commotion caused by Quirrell is naturally not small. Many people have discovered Professor Quirrell's "new hairstyle", and they can't help but exclaim.

Of course someone exclaimed, and naturally someone stepped forward to help.

It's just that this way of helping made Quirrell quite desperate.

Several little Gryffindor wizards took off their clothes and used their clothes to draw the flames on Quirrell's head.

As the clothes were flapped up and down, the flames were constantly beating. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the little wizards also heard roars and cries of pain.

However, they only thought it was Professor Quirrell's voice, and they didn't pay much attention to it.

But even so, they didn't mean to take it lightly. The force was so strong that Quirrell was dizzy when they hit it, and Old Tom was dizzy when the same hit was made.

Fortunately, these little wizards didn't know, otherwise, they probably either trembled in fear, or jumped up excitedly.

If the rescue was carried out according to their method, whether Quirrell was burned to death or smashed to death is really unknown.

When his eyes came to Snape's side, he found that Harry on the stage seemed to have lost that state of confusion and stopped chanting spells. Only then did he notice the situation on Quirrell's side.

I looked at Quirrell who suddenly spontaneously ignited with a little confusion, and then looked at the little wizards who were saving (beating) Quirrell with clothes, but it was rare that they did not utter reprimands, but instead watched the show leisurely .

In the stern eyes, there was also a hint of sadness.

Of course, Snape also knew what to do and what not to do, he didn't go too far while watching the show, he just watched it for more than ten seconds, then waved away the group of guys who were afraid of chaos They, and with a wave of their wand, a stream of icy water hit Quirrell on the back of his head.

With the irrigation of water, the flames were quickly extinguished, but Quirrell still did not take off his strange clothes and scorched scarf, but turned and ran towards the castle.

"As expected of Snape, casting spells silently..."

As for the competition, Harry was finally fine. He rode on the broom and dived towards the ground quickly.

He was seen covering his mouth with his hand as if about to vomit - he landed on the ground and pulled a golden object out of his mouth.

Anyone who knows Quidditch knows that after the Golden Snitch is caught, the outcome is basically decided.

Seeing the happy expressions of the Gryffindor lion cubs, Snape couldn't help but collapsed again. He turned around and looked at the little Gryffindor wizards who had been scolded by him, completely ignoring them. The Slytherin snakes who also participated in it said very severely:

"Assaulting the professor, affecting the order of the Quidditch Academy Cup, Gryffindor deducted thirty points..."

……

And beside the auditorium, Xiao Yiren, who was lying next to him, couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard Snape's shameless words.

"As expected of Snape..."

(End of this chapter)