There are many people who meet the criteria of being a well-known figure and having excellent character and academic performance; there's no need to pin your hopes on Harry.
Dumbledore probably never dreamed that two greedy badger Little Badger would be chosen.
After all, he's facing Voldemort, and who knows if Quirrell, after his body was modified, will still be able to turn to dust.
Vincent wouldn't gamble on such uncertain probabilities.
He never does anything he's not sure about.
"Professor Quirrell?"
Cedric suddenly realized, "No wonder he'd been acting like that all along!"
Rolf swallowed the food in his mouth. "Why?"
He's not going to give us all a second lesson, is he?
The twins and Hermione stopped what they were doing and looked at Vincent in disbelief.
If Quirrell uses this excuse, he can indeed make up for it again.
"There are too many coincidences, and it's actually us who are causing trouble for Slytherin."
Quirrell went to Snape's office. Guess why he went there?
The amount of information was quite large, and Cedric and Rolf were both struggling to process it all at once.
If you really think about it, if Professor Quirrell were to actually do something, it would be a joint invasion by all four houses.
Meanwhile, Vincent, with his friendly smile, was on the other side...
"Aren't you afraid we'll tell Slytherin?"
"Don't worry, I can say I was just bragging."
Surely Snape would believe that?
"He probably knows, otherwise why would he target Gryffindor?"
Cedric and Rolf's throats bobbed involuntarily.
The Old Bat's seemingly unprovoked targeting might actually be aimed at this point.
But what about before?
"Who knows? I'll ask another day."
Vincent, with his hands outstretched, smirked slightly. "We're planning to expose Quirrell. Are you interested?"
"No—" Cedric's mouth was covered by Rolf.
"Of course we have them!"
When the other person let go, he suddenly remembered the 90 points he had scored earlier.
I thought it was a sure win, but now it seems that's not the case.
With this precedent, Quirrell is practically a walking House Points.
Cedric remained nonchalant, saying, "We're more interested in Quirrell's real purpose."
The twins blinked their big eyes, making the two Little Badger look very uncomfortable.
"Ahem—" Rolf cleared his throat. "Hufflepuff doesn't like fighting, but that doesn't mean they'll really give up the House Cup."
After being stared at by those big eyes for a moment, he suddenly raised his hands helplessly, "Okay, I surrender."
Who says all Little Badger are honest and kind?
Vincent didn't believe it, Hermione didn't believe it, Fred and George didn't believe it either.
"By the way, when will your club be officially established?"
Cedric changed the subject, "Rolf and I have both decided to join."
"Maybe around Halloween. I'll ask the professor after class tomorrow."
"Huh? You have access to the Headmaster's Office?"
"Um— Professor Dumbledore should have been the first to discover that Quirrell had a problem."
Rolf suddenly began to feel some sympathy for Vincent.
His grandparents had warned him more than once to be very careful of Dumbledore.
Now he understands.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
Rolf shook his head, looking away. "So why did Quirrell go to Snape's office?"
Do you remember the newspaper from July 31st?
Cedric hesitated for a moment, "The day you were in the newspaper?"
"Yes." Vincent recounted the whole story to the two of them.
"So why did he go to get the Sorcerer's Stone?"
"I don't know about that."
Quirrell had been behaving perfectly well before, so how did he become like this after just one trip to Albania?
And why is Nicolas Flamel Nicolas Flamel's Sorcerer's Stone placed at Hogwarts?
Although some questions remain unanswered, Cedric and Rolf both agree with his assessment.
The reason is that Vincent very sincere, ignoring the three pairs of eyes that were constantly giving him meaningful glances, and told everyone everything.
"Oh, we can also track Quirrell's location."
The twins' and Hermione's slightly agitated reactions further prove this point.
Rolf asked a completely unrelated question.
That is the smoke of the Forbidden Forest, whether it still exists or not.
"Hmm—"
Feeling a little wronged as he was stared at by four pairs of big eyes again, he said, "Do you know what my grandfather did before?"
As his grandson, I have a duty to protect their safety!
As soon as he finished speaking, a thin green branch peeked out from his collar.
"..."
"Is that Bowtruckle?"
He generously pulled it out, saying, "The little guy has been holding it in for too long; he probably wants some fresh air."
The palm-sized Bowtruckle stood on the table, blinking its small brown eyes.
Vincent stretched out his hand, a sharp finger followed suit.
"I think it's hungry." He gently touched it, then looked at Rolf had taken out a small box.
"It seems so. How did you know?"
"That seems to be the case." Vincent smiled at it. "Does the little guy have a name?"
"I haven't had a chance to pick it up yet." Rolf handed over the small box.
"Groot?" Vincent opened the box and took out a dried burr.
The Bowtruckle stretched out its fingers and curled it to its mouth.
Rolf nodded. "It's a nice name."
Cedric chuckled twice. "Shouldn't the point be that we haven't had time to name it yet?"
"Rolf, did you just 'coincidentally' pass through the Forbidden Forest and 'coincidentally' bring back a Bowtruckle?"
"No way." Rolf avoided his gaze. "I was just passing by the Whomping Willow when this little guy fell right off it."
This time there are five pairs of big eyes.
In less than three seconds, he surrendered, "Okay, I just wanted to try raising Bowtruckle."
My dream, like my grandfather's, is to become an outstanding Magizoologist, so—
"Hey, could you guys please stop staring at me like that?"
"A wonderful dream."
"I support you."
"How about we go to the Forbidden Forest together another day?"
"Don't be afraid, we have a way to get past Hagrid."
"Actually, I want one too."
Rolf pouted and picked up a small piece of artichoke with his fork.
"Do you really have a way to avoid Hagrid?"
"Of course." George grinned mischievously and pulled out the Marauder's Map.
"I solemnly swear that I will not do any good deeds—"
The two Little Badger, who had barely taken a few bites, were immediately startled.
With this map that can monitor the entire Hogwarts Castle, it's no wonder that the four of them were able to discover Quirrell's various anomalies.
"Go down to the Forbidden Forest later?" Rolf was now completely convinced of what Vincent had just said.
Cedric agreed, saying, "The name Two-Face is quite good."
He looked up with a face full of curiosity. "So, what exactly did you name Quirrell?"
Could it be that ridiculous headscarf?
"Correct!"
Vincent then took out a dried turkey, saying, "I'm actually quite curious why he wears a long scarf on his head every day."
When Rolf saw Groot roll it up again, his eye twitched slightly.
Hogwarts has a particularly distinguished owl, which is said to have become so fat and round because of the boy who has no intention of stopping feeding it.