Quirinus Quirrell was a Half-blood Wizard.
Not only did he stutter when he spoke, but his body often trembled as though he might faint at any moment.
According to the twins, the long scarf wrapped around the back of his head was even greasier than Snape's hair.
In short, even if Vincent had not known the plot of the first movie, he would still have thought there was something seriously wrong with this man.
Of all places to travel, Quirrell had to go to Albania, where Dark wizards were everywhere.
After returning, he had become completely twitchy and deliberately wrapped himself in an extremely suspicious long scarf.
After holding his breath for over a minute, Vincent surrendered.
The bald socket-faced guy inside would definitely be having a great time.
No, wait, that guy did not have a nose.
"No wonder..."
"No wonder what?"
"Do you think Professor Quirrell has a problem?"
After Neville nodded, he shook his head again. "At least he's more normal than Professor Snape."
"Is that so?" Vincent held his breath again.
Before they knew it, all three of them were copying him.
"What are you doing?" Harry, walking over, quickly covered his nose.
Ron beside him did not even dare open his mouth too wide. "This smell is seriously fucking intense!"
They could smell it from so far away. Quirrell might as well have been made of garlic.
"Merlin's gas mask!" Vincent stuck his head out the window after saying that.
After taking a deep breath, he held it again.
"Then why did we get here so early?" James complained as he stuck his head out the window too.
Alfred pointed at Vincent, whose face had gone red from holding his breath. "You! It's all because of you!"
"Stop talking. Class is about to start, isn't