Quirrell's anomaly

There was a sudden banging of doors and loud footsteps, and a moment later, Professor McGonagall burst into the room, followed by Snape, Quirrell at the end. Quirrell only glanced at the troll's pile of minced meat, his face pale and a little scary, sitting on a toilet, clutching his chest tightly.

Snape glanced at the dilapidated room, then bent over to see what was left of the troll. Professor McGonagall looked at Augustus. Looks weird.

"Who's going to tell me what's going on?! What the hell are you playing?" Professor McGonagall turned to look at Harry and Ron, who was on the sidelines and glanced at him, who was still squatting on the ground. Hermione with a clear expression.

"The only son of the Julius family, Mr. Augustus, you caused all this, right? Although I don't know what kind of spell can exert such destructive power, according to Harry and Ron It is impossible to have such magic at the level." Snape got up and stared at Augustus's always cold pupils with a smile.

"Augustus, you did all this?" Professor McGonagall looked at Augustus in amazement.

"Please don't, Professor McGonagall - they're looking for me, I'm looking for the troll because I - I thought I could deal with it alone, you know, because I've read about them in books, and I'm very fond of them Understood. In the end, Mr. Augustus saved me, all because of my recklessness." Hermione finally struggled to her feet.

"Everything is clear now, the arrogant Miss Granger thought she could deal with the trolls alone and left the crowd to challenge the trolls alone, but Augustus saved Granger at a dangerous moment. The whole thing is Is that so?" Snape's languid voice made Hermione pale. Harry and Ron bowed their heads in guilt. If they hadn't locked the door, Hermione would not have been in danger. Harry and Ron didn't expect Hermione to lie to them.

Professor McGonagall's lips trembled, why every time they compared with August, the Gryffindor students were like fools. "Miss Granger, you stupid girl, how can you think you can deal with a mountain of monsters alone? Miss Granger, Gryffindor will be deducted ten points for this matter, said Professor McGonagall. "I'm very disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better get back to Gryffindor Castle. The students are having a Halloween dinner in their house."

Hermione left.

Looking at Harry and Ron who were still in shock standing with Augustus, Professor McGonagall gave them a disappointed look, then turned to Augustus and said, "Mr. You are not only courageous, you are also worthy of praise for your talent, so Slytherin gets 20 points. Well, the three of you will go back to the castle." After speaking, he turned and left, Snape was satisfied Glancing at Augustus, he also turned and left. The last person to leave was Professor Quirrell, who stared at Augustus for a while before leaving.

"Why does Professor Quirrell look at you like that." The three of them came out of the women's room and were about to go back to the castle. Ron asked Augustus strangely.

"Maybe he thinks it's a shame for a first-year student to beat the troll that scared him back into the Great Hall," Harry guessed.

Augustus didn't say anything, only he could feel that there was a rather evil force in Quirrell just now, and the strange fluctuations close to the legendary realm seemed to be probing him. Unexpectedly, Professor Quirrell, who has always been weak and stammered, was hidden so deeply. It seemed that he had no wrong feelings about him when he first saw him. Things seemed to become interesting, and a smile appeared on the corner of Augustus's mouth.

As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning there is frost on the ground. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs window, wrapped in a long moleskin coat, rabbit-fur gloves, and huge beaver-fur boots, defrosting his broomstick on the Quidditch pitch.

Recently, Harry Ron, and Hermione seem to have formed a trio. Except for classes, they are always wandering around mysteriously, but Augustus, who has always liked to borrow books from the library, can often meet them in the library, and every time I saw Augustus, Harry had a preoccupied and dignified look. Augustus didn't ask too much. The young man's mind is always poetry, so why bother to pay more attention to it?

The Quidditch season has begun, and Augustus, the hidden prefect of Slytherin, has to go to the scene to supervise the discipline of the new Slytherin even if he doesn't want to waste time watching a group of people riding back and forth on brooms.

It was sunny and cold this morning. The restaurant was filled with the tantalizing smell of grilled sausages, and everyone chatted happily in anticipation of a good Quidditch match. At eleven o'clock it seemed that the whole school was in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were almost raised to mid-empty, but it was still difficult to see the game at times.

"Please get on your broomsticks."

Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously.

Fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky. The game begins.

The game was very intense. Of course, it looked like this in the eyes of the whole school, but in the eyes of Augustus, fifteen ugly brooms were flying around in the sky, and a few oval balls were thrown by everyone. Go, it really can't be much attractive to him. Augustus listened to Malfoy's chirping and cursing casually as he watched the little people flying about on the pitch.

In the middle of the game, Harry's broom, who had been walking around, suddenly trembled frighteningly. Then he turned left and right and shuttled in the air, shaking violently from time to time, and his broom began to stop. Stopping tossing and rolling, Harry could only barely support himself from falling. Suddenly, there was another frantic twist on the broom, and Harry was thrown off by it. He was now holding the broom handle with only one hand, hanging in the air.

Augustus narrowed his eyes, it seemed that someone was casting a curse on Harry, and he was about to use the Eye of Inquiry to quickly scan the audience in a large area to find the person who cast the curse. Hermione suddenly walked through the crowd and came to Augustus.

"It's Snape, it's Snape chanting a spell on Harry." Hermione anxiously took out the telescope and gave it to Augustus, pointing at Snape in the teacher's chair.

Augustus didn't take the binoculars that Hermione handed over, and threw a zero-level spell detection spell on Snape. Augustus had to identify what kind of curse he was casting. To Augustus's surprise, he said, Detecting spells reported back that Snape was casting a protective spell, apparently protecting Harry. A quick lock was placed in the air on Harry's broom, temporarily stabilizing Harry's broom.

The Eye of Inquiry began to function, and soon, the Eye of Inquiry found Professor Quirrell who was chanting a spell on the seat a little bit above the teacher's chair. He was still detecting the spell. Gustus breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed Professor Quirrell who was casting the curse on Harry. Now that the target has been determined, it will be easy to do after that. Augustus pulled out his wand, and a first-level necromantic spell, panic, shot silently on Quirrell. Quirrell first shivered, and then shuddered in place. , the curse that has been cast is directly interrupted. However, Augustus was a little surprised that generally people below his level would be affected by the panic technique for 5 seconds. Quirrell only lasted for 2 seconds before he woke up. Could it be that Quirrell's strength has reached close to a legendary The state of the field? Quirrell, who had sobered up, first looked around in horror, then hurriedly hid his wand in his robe, and hurriedly turned to leave the arena.

Harry's broom fell completely silent, and high up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to climb back onto the broom handle. Hermi thanked Augustus eagerly and returned to the Gryffindor seat. Harry swooped down toward the ground so quickly that he was seen covering his mouth with his hands as if he was about to vomit - he fell on all fours - coughing - and a golden object fell into his palm.

"I got the Snitch!" he yelled, swinging the ball over his head, and the game ended in chaos. Augustus looked at the celebrating Gryffindor students, Professor McGonagall with a smile on his face, and many gloomy and depressed Slytherin students. It seems that Quidditch is a popular sport, and Augustus, who was walking in the crowd, was silent.