Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 18 Something is wrong with your brain?

Professor McGonagall didn't bother to continue blaming Harry.

Step over the corpse of the troll and go to the bathroom.

At the end, Hermione lay motionless on the ground.

Professor McGonagall choked out a sob and quickened his pace, his voice trembling along with his body: "Miss Granger, Miss Granger?"

"Professor, I'm here." Hermione said, her tone not so weak.

This made Professor McGonagall breathe a sigh of relief: "How do you feel now?"

"It feels okay, but my head and chest hurt a little, and Harry won't let me move." Hermione said dryly.

Professor McGonagall was relieved: "That's good, I'll take you to the school infirmary now."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."

With a flick of her wand, Hermione levitated, maneuvered, and flew cautiously out the door.

"Mr. Potter." Walking out of the bathroom, Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape and said in a hurried tone, "Gryffindor deducted ten points for your recklessness."

Hermione had a sore nose and almost cried again.

"But it's very beautiful." Professor McGonagall changed the subject, "Excellent transfiguration, no little wizard has ever been able to do this in the first grade."

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for your courage, determination and ability."

Snape's face changed, he frowned, and his tone was cold: "Professor McGonagall, isn't this too conniving?"

"This will only make Potter more unscrupulous!"

"I think it's best to arrange another period of confinement for Mr. Potter, just let me come in person..."

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Professor McGonagall politely declined, "But Mr. Potter is a student of my college, so I should handle it."

"Have a good rest tonight and see you in the office tomorrow, Mr. Potter."

She hurried away with Hermione.

"Be more clear-headed next time." Snape walked up to Harry, his head was covered in blood, which made him think Harry was much more pleasing to the eye, "Reckless, you'll be lucky if you survive."

"You're not much better than that troll."

"Perhaps, you should be more like Miss Granger, who lost a hand or an arm by a troll..."

Harry interrupted, meeting Snape's gaze: "Better tear my face off and pop my eyeballs out."

Snape's eyes became dangerous, looking at Harry like a viper staring at its prey.

"Maybe I should be tougher and ask Professor McGonagall to hand you over to me." Snape's voice became softer, but his tone was more dangerous.

Harry walked to the troll's corpse: "Professor Snape, which parts of the troll's body can be refined into potions?"

Snape was taken aback, looking at the little figure crouching on the ground.

Seeing that Snape didn't answer, Harry turned around suspiciously: "Professor?"

Facing the amber cat eyes, he pulled his thoughts back, curled his lips in disgust: "Beards, monsters are only useful for beards."

"Oh, beard." Harry clicked his tongue with a complicated expression.

Such a big thing is just so useful?

He took the sword, cut off the giant's head, and skillfully disemboweled it, preparing to skin it.

In the bloody scene, Ron's face turned pale, making Snape a little puzzled: "Mr. Potter, what are you doing?"

"Finally lost my mind and started venting to the troll?"

As he said, he glanced at Quirrell: "What you should do now is to go back early."

Harry replied: "Its skin is very tough, and it has a good magic-blocking effect. Maybe it can be made into a set of leather armor. I made an agreement with Professor Flitwick and asked him to contact the master blacksmith for me. Although I haven't replied yet, but There is no harm in preparing the materials in advance.”

"Tsk." Rarely, Snape did not mock Harry on this matter, glanced at Quirrell, and sneered from another angle: "I didn't expect you to be so proficient in anatomy."

"I've already thought about it. If you are caught by me in the future, when I want to lock you up, what will I send you to do?"

Looking at the stinking internal organs of the troll, Harry didn't give up, and asked again: "Professor, are other materials really useless?"

"Aren't your ears working?" Snape snorted. "Or, after you had a close contact with a troll, your head was reduced to the same level as a troll, and you can't understand human speech?"

"It doesn't have any effect. Maybe you can eat it, taste the smell, and see if you can vomit your dinner last night."

Harry raised his head, stood up, turned to look at Quirrell who was still sobbing: "Professor Quirrell."

Quirrell trembled slightly.

"We're leaving, I think you'd better check your classroom." Harry waved at Professor Quirrell.

Quirrell shuddered and opened his mouth.

Ron also hesitated to speak, he really didn't want to be in the same space with Snape now, he was so afraid that he was trembling a little.

They walked out of the corridor on the first floor and into the hall.

"Okay, Potter, I'm not your nanny." Snape stopped immediately, "Remember to bring your own mind before doing things."

"Thank you, Professor Snape, let me ask you another question." Harry held him back.

Snape put down his raised foot, raised his eyebrows, and said nothing.

"What's the password for Headmaster Dumbledore's office?" Harry asked.

Snape frowned and clicked his tongue: "Cockroach pile, you should be able to guess, what else could he use as a password?"

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left in a hurry.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I forgot your order..." Ron said, his voice became smaller and smaller, and when the topic changed, he barked his teeth and claws to argue for himself, "But I discovered a big thing, a big one thing."

Harry couldn't help but stuffed the troll's head and the sorting hat to Ron: "I'll talk about it when I get back. I have to go to Principal Dumbledore now."

Ron opened his mouth, holding these two dirty things, at a loss.

"When you go back, wash the hat for me, and it's your compensation for me." Harry waved his hand, "You still have the head, you find a clean place to put it, and I'll deal with it when I come back."

The Sorting Hat muttered: "Come back quickly, I have something to say when you come back."

Harry rubbed his temples with a hand, and nodded.

Obviously it's a holiday.

How does it feel...but busier.

He ran to Dumbledore's office on the third floor, read the order, and followed the stairs to the eighth floor.

"Harry." Dumbledore was a little surprised when he saw him, "What's wrong with you."

"I had a fight with a troll." Harry waved his hand, "It's not important, you should have found something."

Dumbledore waved his wand, cleaned it up, and dealt with the blood on Harry's body: "What did you say?"

"Quirrell, I mean Quirrell." Harry said emphatically.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

Harry also raised his eyebrows: "Don't tell me, you don't even know that Quirrell put the troll in."

"I'm curious, how do you know." Dumbledore beckoned Harry to sit down, waved his wand again, and poured him a glass of milk.

Harry picked up the milk and took a sip: "The performance was too clumsy. I was frightened by the troll, and I could run all the way from the dungeon to the hall and pass out after talking to you."

"And he can't even have the ability to subdue trolls."

"He feels very dangerous to me, more dangerous than all other professors, only worse than you."

In Harry's sense, the most dangerous person in Hogwarts is Dumbledore, followed by Quirrell, then Flitwick, McGonagall, and Snape. Sprout.

Dumbledore chuckled: "It's an honor to be praised so much by a young man."

Harry frowned.

"Well, I did find something." Dumbledore hesitated, looked at Harry, tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, and continued after a while, "I suspect that Quirrell may have become Voldemort." minions."

"A dangerous person like this, you should drive him out of the castle." Harry said bluntly, "And isn't Voldemort already dead?"

"I have always suspected that he is not dead." Dumbledore pushed his glasses, "A powerful wizard, especially a dark wizard, always has many ways to resist death."

"As for... Quirrell."

"I'm afraid I can't throw him out."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore explained: "Quirrell used to be a good boy, a very good Ravenclaw, and a very good professor of Muggle studies, but he changed after the start of school this year."

"I thought that his temperament had changed because of some incidents. It wasn't until today that I was sure that he was heading for the Sorcerer's Stone, and I began to wonder if he was controlled by Voldemort."

"I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, and I cannot give up on my dear students, even if he has graduated."

Harry finished the milk and put down the glass gently: "So, Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort?"

Dumbledore was taken aback: "Why do you think so?"

Harry lifted his hair and pointed to his scar: "This, the symbol of the savior, the scar of a hero."

"In a symbolic sense, it's a connection between me and Voldemort."

"The only one who can make it respond is him."

"Aha, I should have thought of it earlier, but I always thought he was dead."

Dumbledore picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked, "Then why couldn't it be Voldemort's curse on Quirrell that made your scar respond?"

"Only once." Harry frowned. "If it's a curse, I have had contact with Professor Quirrell many times, so there should be many times. But after the first night of school, there was no response."

"That day……"

"It should be Voldemort who is peeping at me through Quirrell's eyes."

Speaking of this, Harry stood up with a blank expression and nodded, "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Dumbledore. It seems that I will have to stay away from Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the future."

Dumbledore called him back: "Wait, Harry, don't you want to do something?"

Harry turned his head and looked at him with a blank expression: "What do I need to do?"

"That's Voldemort." Dumbledore lowered his voice.

Harry sneered: "You also know that's Voldemort, Principal Dumbledore, they all thought I was the savior, and I defeated Voldemort."

"But you know, he's not dead."

"You also know that I don't have any special ability to save the world."

"What makes you think that I, a mere first-year wizard, should have thought about Voldemort."

"You are the Headmaster, my dear Mr Dumbledore."

"Need I call Professor Snape? He's got a knack for swearing. Maybe he can cure your brain."

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