In the empty classroom.
Quirrell carefully cleaned up every trace of his spellcasting. With a sweep of his sleeve, he took away every remnant, leaving no visible evidence behind in the classroom.
A few minutes later.
After confirming that Quirrell had gone far away, the two slowly revealed themselves. The same special effect appeared again: colors continuously emerged in the air, as though weaving themselves into two figures.
"He's a cautious man."
Aurora watched the corridor where Quirrell's back had disappeared.
"But his master clearly lacks that quality." Ian gave his own assessment as well. He truly had not expected Voldemort to have Quirrell make a move against the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.
Even if the person holding that position had not been Grindelwald, but some genuinely incapable incompetent wizard, it would not have been easy to quietly kill someone at Hogwarts—after all, even a Young Wizard like Ian knew that the portraits throughout the castle, and even the castle itself, possessed the ability to witness and record events.
"You seem to know this person's background very well. If I remember correctly, he only returned to the school today?" Aurora turned to look at the Ravenclaw Young Wizard beside her.
"That's a keen nose, my friend. Only someone with observational skills like mine deserves to be Hogwarts' greatest detective." Ian patted Aurora on the shoulder.
"????"
The little girl's face was full of confusion.
"Perhaps you should give your grandfather a warning, so he doesn't accidentally capsize in a gutter?" Ian actually hoped Grindelwald would eliminate the dangerous factor that was Quirrell sooner rather than later.
He carefully offered the warning.
Aurora shook her head. "If my grandfather were really that easy to kill, you wouldn't be seeing him here. Perhaps the only person in this world capable