Quirrell is Dumbledore's student, so even if there are problems, it's not unreasonable to give him multiple chances.
But the reason Vincent was pretending to be stupid was that Voldemort hadn't been discovered yet.
Despite the doubts, it's no wonder that Quirrell from the first movie survived until the end of the school year.
Dumbledore n't angry that he was still pretending to be stupid.
"Vincent, I hope you understand."
Hermione gripped the notebook tightly, her face full of conflict.
She looked to the side, as if asking something.
Vincent shook his head slightly. "Professor, he has a stronger body, a body that cannot be marked."
"So that's how it is..." Dumbledore murmured.
As if he had made a great decision, he reached out and picked up another piece of candy.
"Actually, it tastes really good. Are you sure you don't want to try it?"
"Okay." Vincent with a sour face, quickly grabbing a candy from the plate and swallowing it.
Dumbledore, however, seemed to enjoy it and put it in his mouth, saying, "The process is also very important."
"As long as I swallow quickly enough, the sour taste won't make me feel uncomfortable."
Hermione couldn't understand again.
It seems that one of them values the process, while the other only cares about the result.
Or perhaps one person didn't want to give up tasting the candy, while the other just wanted to finish quickly?
She cradled her little head in her hands, gazing at the seemingly discordant yet surprisingly harmonious way the old and the young interacted.
"Professor, may we begin?"
"Oh, sorry." Dumbledore seemed oblivious to the impatience on the other end. "I'm getting old, and I talk a lot."
Vincent rolled his eyes. "Professor, I have Quidditch training later."
"Then let's begin."
Dumbledore's data came out in one morning.
As expected of the strongest wizard of our time, he was able to far exceed the theoretical limits of Transfiguration, reaching a terrifying level of sixteen times.
Vincent stared longingly at the fifteen-inch-long wand in his hand once again.
"Professor, is it Elder Wood?"
"Yes." Dumbledore tightened his grip on his wand.
Elder Wood, a rare wand wood that brings great misfortune to those who possess it, is naturally of great interest to Vincent.
It is more troublesome to use than other wands, but it possesses powerful magic and disdains to accompany masters who are no better than others.
Almost no wizards in the Wizarding World use Elder Wand, yet Dumbledore actually had one.
Moreover, it is very easy to use and does not bring misfortune as rumored.
"Professor, see you next week." Vincent walked out of the Headmaster's Office with a pout.
"I'm sorry, Professor," Hermione apologized politely, "He's not usually like this."
Dumbledore waved his hand dismissively, "I know a child's curiosity, and I know he won't try anything truly dangerous."
"You mean..."
"See you next week, Miss Granger."
Hermione shivered, then walked out of the Headmaster's Office.
"I was suffocating!" Phineas opened his eyes. "Albus Dumbledore, you should have noticed, right?"
Dumbledore placed the Elder Wand on the table. "Courage, intelligence, affability, ambition—"
This child has all of those traits, and makes no attempt to hide his dislike for me.
Phineas clicked his tongue. "Honestly, if he weren't Muggle, I would really like him."
"But nobody will like you," Armando said sarcastically. "If he had been born in your time, you would probably have been driven to your death by now."
"Are you fucking trying to fight?"
"I'm always ready to assist you."
Dumbledore quickly sat down and picked up the small plate.
He would clap and cheer when he saw something exciting.
Seeing this, several portraits of the principals next door all closed their eyes, seemingly enjoying the spectacle.
The most unconventional headmaster at Hogwarts is Dumbledore, who is now cheering on both sides.
Vincent walked ahead looking sullen, while Hermione followed behind, looking completely bewildered.
"Hey, don't be angry. It's not like the professor is stingy and won't let you touch his wand."
"He's so stingy, he won't even give me a benefit."
Hermione looked utterly bewildered. "The Owl Club is going to be established, but you'll be the biggest beneficiary."
"Anyway, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I'm at a disadvantage."
Vincent returned to the common room and gave the large sandbag another good beating.
Hermione, whose eyelids were twitching wildly, took a small step back. "I think the professor is right. Since the outcome is already decided, let's just enjoy the process."
"I don't find it enjoyable at all." He knocked the entire sandbag away.
Dumbledore's idea was simple: to expose Quirrell's true colors.
However, this process should not be simplistic or crude; ideally, it should allow students to grow.
The most crucial figure, of course, is the renowned Wizarding World, the Chosen One Harry Potter.
Vincent's reason for being unwilling was simple: Quirrell didn't just have Voldemort standing behind him, he had Voldemort growing out of the back of his head.
That night, Quirrell definitely didn't strip naked for the examination!
It can only be said that Voldemort was incredibly good at hiding; he managed to slip away right under everyone's noses.
"Isn't it better to go together?" Hermione said, picking up the sandbag with a determined effort. "The professor has already tacitly approved of our nighttime outings."
"Heh, it's pretty good."
Vincent, the only one in the know, forced a smile.
Voldemort, the Wizarding World's being who can stop a child from crying.
What merit did this newly enrolled wizard possess to be able to scheme against such a powerful figure?
"Let's just give up."
"Playing it safe?" Hermione threw the sandbag at his feet. "What does that mean?"
Vincent carried it and stood on a chair. "We'll definitely get extra points at the end of the semester. Why don't we have a contest like Slytherin to see who can cause the most trouble?"
"Then let everyone uncover the You-Know-Who's identity?"
"No, it's simply because I don't want to work hard."
Hermione's lips twitched violently.
He hung up the sandbag and jumped down. "Do you think we should cast a curse on Quirrell?"
"We will become the perpetrators."
What if everyone were together?
Thinking of the so-called herd mentality, she suddenly began to feel some sympathy for Quirrell.
Why give up being a professor to become a thief?
Why set your sights on the Sorcerer's Stone all things?
If you manage to steal from Gringotts, that's fine, but if you can't, you have to keep trying to steal from Hogwarts.
Of all people to find out, it had to be Vincent, who is well-versed in school bullying.
Quirrell is in such a terrible state; he'll probably go crazy sooner or later.
"Huh?!" Hermione thought about it carefully and realized that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor might actually be cursed.
Looking at Vincent, who was visibly displeased and was once again beating the punching bag, she knew that the curse had come true.
"Did you two have a fight?" The twins came back from get out of class looking completely bewildered.
"No, him..."
Hermione whispered the gist of it, and immediately regretted it.
These two lawless individuals would certainly agree with Vincent's idea.
May Merlin bless Professor Quirrell—
She sighed softly and joined the three of them in their discussion.