Hagrid loves cute little creatures the most, how could he possibly allow them to be harmed?
Fred and George were already troublesome enough, but a while ago they even sent a strange wind over.
So he thought, why not make good use of it?
Dumbledore very efficient; he contained the smoke in less than half an hour.
The migration went smoothly, and virtually no one else knew about it.
He's been sleeping so soundly lately that it took a long time for Ya Ya to wake him up.
"What's wrong?"
As soon as Hagrid opened his eyes, he felt that something was wrong.
He groggily got out of bed and pushed open the wooden door, which was shorter than him.
"Merlin's big beard!"
Unable to fall asleep, he was staring blankly at the Forbidden Forest in the distance from the wooden house.
There, a flame was burning fiercely.
It didn't spread outwards; it was as if it was deliberately confined to this area.
Three figures stood in front of the crime scene.
Covered in mud Fred and George both deeply understood the principle that "knowledge is power."
The reason why Dungbombs taste so similar is because they contain a small amount of methane.
It may not be enough to ignite, but it can help it burn.
The trees in the Forbidden Forest are tall and sparse, and quite far apart from each other.
Therefore, by digging a tunnel in the ground and filling it with summoned water, the fire can be controlled within a certain range.
Hermione's ability to come up with this solution earned her the heartfelt admiration of her twins.
"We have to go." She held the Marauder's Map in her hand. "Snape has already left Quirrell's office."
"Where to?" George waved his wand, washing the dirt off his body.
"The map shows a secret passage that leads back."
The twins exchanged a glance and both shook their heads in rejection of the suggestion.
"There is a 'Whomping Willow' outside this secret passage."
"As soon as you get close, its branches will lash out at you wildly."
Hermione lowered her hands dejectedly. "We haven't fully mastered the Disillusionment Charm yet, and we can't even go back before the professors arrive..."
Listening to her rambling, Fred and George both looked toward the Forbidden Forest with a knowing look.
"We can hide."
"And Hagrid has already woken up."
When Snape arrives and sees that people are already putting out the fire, he will immediately enter the Forbidden Forest to search for it.
"Okay, let's hide."
Hermione closed the map and followed the twins into the Forbidden Forest.
Hagrid arrived shortly after the three left.
Just as he raised his little pink umbrella, Snape, who was running straight towards him, suddenly came to a screeching halt.
"Pfft—" A large glob of water poured from the tip of the umbrella onto the burning tree.
"Ah, this is a magical item that Dumbledore gave me."
Hagrid shook his small umbrella in a bit of a panic.
"You—never mind." Snape saw that the water had all gotten onto the mud, so he gave up on the idea of tracking by footprints.
Have you seen any suspicious persons?
Hagrid squinted at him, "Yes."
"I didn't do it."
"Then that's all."
When Snape saw him holding an umbrella with his hands outstretched, he was immediately enraged.
In the middle of the night, would you set a fire and then run back and forth like that?
Although... but...
His suspicions were quite valid.
Snape calmed himself down first, "You put out the fire, I'll find someone."
Hagrid patted his chest and assured him, "Leave it to me!"
As he watched the other person's figure gradually disappear, he suddenly seemed to remember something.
"Snape, there's smoke in the Forbidden Forest!"
Remember to protect your eyes and nose!
I had just finished shouting those two sentences when I was choked by thick smoke.
"Cough cough—"
Hagrid recovered quickly.
"And the mouth!"
He choked again after he finished speaking.
He picked up a small umbrella and splashed water onto the fire.
"I hope you can hear me..."
Snape, who had already gone far away, stopped when he heard the sound.
"What nose and mouth?"
He tossed his long hair and continued walking briskly, guided by the light of his wand.
The Forbidden Forest was very quiet, so quiet that even stepping on a fallen leaf made a loud noise.
Somehow, the deeper he went, the more uneasy he felt.
Until they passed through the magic set up by Dumbledore.
"Cough cough—cough cough—"
Snape choked and coughed violently.
This feeling of déjà vu is clearly from that bar of soap from last time!
"How dare you do this—cough cough—"
With tears streaming down his face, he quickly raised his wand and cast a spell on himself that would repel the smoke.
"Quirinus Quirrell— "
He muttered the name through gritted teeth.
Without a doubt, Quirrell used this smoke to block the road!
"Hehehehe—"
The chilling, sinister laughter carried further and further, eventually reaching Vincent's ears, who was not far away.
The eerie sounds coming from behind must mean Quirrell has spotted Unicorn.
He turned his wand to its lowest brightness and quietly moved towards the direction of the sound.
They hadn't walked more than a few steps when they spotted a light.
He could only make out a figure dressed in a black robe in the dim light.
The face, obscured by the light, exuded such a gloomy and intimidating aura.
Vincent was dumbfounded; this was clearly Snape, who had arrived a step later than him.
"Nox— "
He extinguished his wand and began to steady his breathing.
Once the other person had passed in front of him, he bent down slightly and followed closely behind.
The sound of Snape's every step was perfectly masked.
"Hiss—" A whistling sound that sounded like a horse suddenly disrupted Vincent's rhythm.
But it didn't matter anymore; Snape had already started running in a straight line.
This speed is no slower than that of some sprint champions.
"Click—" Vincent unloaded the pistol magazine as he ran, casting Disillusionment Charm on each bullet.
Nine millimeters in caliber, with a capacity of thirteen rounds.
Quirrell would never run away like he did last time in order to save his life.
"Click—" The magazine was reloaded.
He could already see Snape's back, and even more so, the figure of someone crouching down in the distance.
Wearing a black cloak, Quirrell held aloft a sharp blade that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.
"Who is it!" He turned his head and all he could see was a strong white light coming from the tip of the staff.
Vincent, wearing goggles, set up his gun and launched an attack simultaneously with Snape.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Chirp—"
The curse was neutralized, but the bullet struck his shoulder.
Quirrell was in so much pain that he released the knife.
Without hesitation, Snape waved his wand again.
He rolled behind a large tree in a very un-wizard-like manner, his face extremely gloomy.
Old Bat and little bat?
The curse struck the tree trunk repeatedly.
"Come out!"
Snape was saying this to Quirrell, but also to Vincent.
He didn't know who the hidden person was, but he knew that this person had the same goal as him.
"Kill them—" Voldemort whispered in Quirrell's mind.
"They are all masters of Occlumency, they are all obstacles to us, Quirinus— "
"Master, but Batman..."
"Coward!"
Quirrell's body suddenly began to convulse violently, but his eyes beneath the cloak became captivating.