The scream was so loud that even the classmates in the Great Hall heard it clearly.
Justin Finch-Fletchley, the Muggle-born student dozing at the Hufflepuff long table, snapped his eyes open.
Whose Tom Cat was this?
Outside the Great Hall, Professor Quirrell kept pounding at the Chinese chomping cabbage firmly latched onto the back of his head, his agonized howls echoing throughout the entire castle.
"Professor Quirrell?"
Professor McGonagall hurried over from nearby, accompanied by Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout.
Seeing that Chinese chomping cabbage still refusing to let go, Professor Sprout quickly stepped forward. No one knew what method she used, but the cabbage obediently released its bite, twisted its round body, and hopped into her arms.
"Professor Quirrell, are you all right?" Professor Sprout asked with concern. "Would you like to visit the Hospital Wing?"
Professor Quirrell, sprawled in the snow, stared warily at the Chinese chomping cabbage still wriggling in Professor Sprout's arms and hastily scrambled backward on his hands and feet.
Being bitten by the thing hurt, but that was secondary. What if it angered that person...
Thinking of how he had taken it upon himself to jinx Potter's broom during the last Quidditch match, only to be viciously tortured by that person for days afterward, made him shudder.
That feeling had been utterly unbearable...
"I... I'm... I'm fine," Professor Quirrell said, blood still seeping from the back of his head.
The bright red blood stained his large turban a deep crimson. As he spoke, two cloves of garlic smeared with blood even fell to the ground.
"I'll go back... back and deal... deal with it first. S-sorry," Professor Quirrell stammered. Clutching the turban on his head tightly, he fled in a panic.
Harry noticed Quirrell's strange behavior. Ordinarily, after being pranked by students like this,