Attacking a professor in the middle of the night seems like something You-Know-Who would do.
"Who is it?" Filch followed Quirrell's gaze and saw Snape with an unfriendly expression.
"Professor Snape?" He was initially incredulous, then took it for granted.
Being the youngest headmaster in Hogwarts history speaks volumes about his excellence.
But that night, a helpful student was able to confirm that Snape was not You-Know-Who.
"What if they're in cahoots?"
Quirrell withdrew his gaze from the corridor with great disappointment. "A freshman can defeat a dark wizard?"
Do you believe it, Argus?
Filch had just frowned when Snape gave him a cold look.
"But Professor Dumbledore..."
He's been scammed!
"Impossible, he is..."
Nothing is impossible.
Quirrell added fuel to the fire, saying, "Severus has been asking to be taught Defense Against the Dark Arts for quite some time now."
I suspect he just wanted to fabricate an evil dark wizard and then frame—"
"This is a very serious accusation, Quirinus."
All eyes in the corridor were fixed on Dumbledore had suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs.
He stopped in front of Filch with a smile on his face, glancing subtly at the wall beside him.
"I have never seen that You-Know-Who, but what you said is indeed very likely to happen."
He sounded relaxed, but Quirrell was anything but.
Dumbledore indeed knew he had a problem, and the reason he let it go was probably the same as what he had said a few days ago.
What a coincidence!
Filch glanced left at Snape, whose expression had softened, and right at Snape, who seemed to have no evidence to Quirrell.
Which school is the largest?
"Professor Dumbledore, I believe everything should be based on evidence."
That fawning smile made Vincent, who was standing next to him, feel extremely uncomfortable trying to hold back his laughter.
My impression of this gatekeeper is that every time he catches a student, he doesn't ask why and immediately starts punishing them.
"Argus, I hope today's events can be kept secret."
Dumbledore's gaze lingered on Snape and Quirrell, his meaning already quite clear.
"Yes, Professor." Filch left.
"Gentlemen, would you mind if I came to sit in my office for a while?"
They all followed behind without saying a word.
Vincent's figure appeared in the empty corridor.
Snape's purpose in attacking Quirrell tonight is probably the same as his.
But is the real reason really distrust?
The chances of Cedric and Rolf joining the team are much higher than if Harry joined.
"Could it be..."
He remembered his first Potions Class.
At that time, Snape's priority was to protect Harry.
But what happened later overturned one of those guesses.
But tonight's night raid has once again overturned the previous guess.
Why did Snape protect his enemy's son?
If they were truly that magnanimous, they wouldn't have targeted Harry the moment they met.
"Hiss—" Vincent gasped, and tightened his coat.
The feeling of watching a third-rate romance drama inexplicably gave him goosebumps.
"No way, Old Bat doesn't seem like the type to be so devoted in love..."
The twins, seeing him talking to himself, assumed he was frightened by the curses that were about to be applied.
"Dude, it's no big deal."
"If you take a few more hits, you'll realize your fists hurt more than they do."
Vincent looked up. "I'm not afraid of this."
"Then why?"
"Quirrell has learned his lesson."
Since no one would believe him anyway, he simply kept quiet.
"If Professor Dumbledore hadn't shown up, Snape would have really been blamed for framing his colleague."
The newly joined Cedric and Rolf were both somewhat terrified.
Those who become professors are indeed all simple-minded.
Having succeeded the first time, this time he wants to completely clear himself of suspicion.
"I'm curious why Snape did this." Hermione glanced at the map in her hand. "Quirrell is coming down."
Vincent leaned closer to take a look.
Dumbledore seemed to still be talking to Snape.
"Let's go to the Great Hall first."
Headmaster's Office.
"Severus, you didn't really need to get on the field."
"Ordinary dark wizards wouldn't dare use the Killing Curse!"
Snape seemed a little agitated. "Wayne and Granger are a bit clever, but what about those two Weasley who are just good for causing trouble?"
"And—" He suddenly shut his mouth.
"Harry wasn't here just now." Dumbledore into the dark eyes opposite him. "They are Diggory and Scamander."
"It makes no difference!" Snape stood up awkwardly.
"They were just a bunch of kids, kids who were helpless against the Killing Curse!"
The tone sounded very firm, but there was a hint of unease in it.
Dumbledore understood, but pretended not to. "Severus, I chose Vincent not just because he is good enough, but because his talent is the most important thing."
"A born master of Occlumency?" Snape sat down.
Judging from the events, both big and small, that have occurred recently, this talent seems to always manage to turn danger into safety.
"That broom can't actually fly."
Snape's eyes widened. "Wayne used Levitation Charm?"
"He had not previously exhibited any magical outbursts."
"No wonder you took a liking to him at first sight."
Dumbledore ignored the sarcasm. "Do you want to know what Quirrell wants to take?"
"No." Snape shook his head decisively.
"You really don't want to?"
"Ugh—" His facial muscles twitched slightly, "I don't want to!"
"It's a pity."
Dumbledore sighed softly, "You lasted longer than Vincent."
"That's because I know who you are!"
Snape, his face sour, avoided eye contact with him.
"Severus, you have broken an old man's heart."
"Wayne won't listen to reason."
"I know." Dumbledore turned to look at the portraits of his predecessors.
"Vincent and you both have something that person doesn't have, so giving him a little privilege isn't a bad thing."
"Didn't you already make your choice?" Snape seemed a little nervous.
"I have made many mistakes in the past." Dumbledore's gaze became somewhat nostalgic. "Now, all I want to do is be a good headmaster."
"You don't need to hint at me anymore." Snape stood up impatiently. "It's unpleasant, but I will protect them."
"It's not just those few children."
He stopped and turned back to look at the other person intently.
"If Quirrell tries to harm him, I will be there immediately."
Dumbledore gazed at his solemn face, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes. "Severus, you actually—"
"No need." Snape walked back towards the door. "You and I both know that person will come back, and that's one of the reasons I keep living."