Remembering Those Eventful Years?

What a joke. None of them were good wizards.

In fact, when it came to mastery of Dark Magic, Professor Snape believed that, apart from Dumbledore, no one at Hogwarts was better than her.

What exactly was Quirrell planning, suddenly leaving the Hogwarts Great Hall halfway through his meal?

Since Snape had already decided that Quirrell was no good, naturally, he followed him straightaway...

After all, as everyone knew, casting Dark Magic involved using some very unpleasant emotions to produce extreme effects.

And as a master of Dark Magic, Professor Snape was naturally adept at using those vile emotions and thoughts.

Not only was she adept at using them herself, but she could also see through other people's dark thoughts.

For instance, it was not that she did not know the young witches and wizards cursed her. She simply could not be bothered to respond.

Well, even if Professor Snape wanted to deal with it, there seemed to be far too much for her to handle...

Heading upstairs, so he isn't going to the dungeons...

Now Snape not only walked silently, but even cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself with his wand.

Like an invisible great bat, he followed soundlessly behind Quirrell.

As he followed, Snape kept using the process of elimination to work out exactly where Quirrell wanted to go.

Quirrell's objective had to be inextricably linked to his destination...

He's climbing quickly. He must be heading for Ravenclaw Tower...

Honestly, the more Snape watched Quirrell's behavior, the more puzzled he became.

According to her current suspicions, Quirrell should have been possessed by the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Then, to resurrect the Dark Lord, shouldn't Quirrell's objective have been the Philosopher's Stone Dumbledore had hidden in the corridor on the right side of the third floor?

If he wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, why come to Ravenclaw Tower?

Oh, right. Dumbledore had not put the Philosopher's Stone in there yet.

Even though the professors had finished setting up all the obstacles, with Dumbledore's dawdling ways, he probably would not remember to hide the Philosopher's Stone there until around Christmas...

Could Ravenclaw Tower be where the Philosopher's Stone was currently being kept?

Oh, please. Keeping owls there was more like it.

Professor Snape shook his head and continued following.

Mostly, she was simply curious about what Quirrell actually wanted to do.

Besides, Snape had been wanting to get hold of evidence-conclusive evidence-to accuse Quirrell of actually stealing the Philosopher's Stone and have Dumbledore send the fellow to Azkaban...

Wait, the Ravenclaw Common Room?!

Professor Snape had been lost in thought, only to find that they were almost at the very top of Ravenclaw Tower.

What was Quirrell doing at the Ravenclaw Common Room?

Reliving his school days at Hogwarts, remembering those eventful years in Ravenclaw House's common room?

Snape thought something was wrong.

Back then, Quirrell had been bullied quite a bit by his classmates because of his stutter.

It would have been good enough if he bore no resentment toward the Ravenclaw dormitories, and now he was supposed to be fondly remembering his wonderful youth?

Having suffered bullying himself, Snape understood those feelings very well, so Quirrell could not fool her!

Quirrell definitely had some other purpose!

Therefore, when Quirrell answered the Ravenclaw Common Room's question correctly and was about to open the door, Snape stood silently behind him and followed him straight inside.

It was hardly difficult.

Of course, even if Snape had needed to answer a question, that would not really have been difficult either.

Snape was only sneaking around like this because he feared that taking the time to answer another question would make him lose Quirrell...

Still not stopping?

Seeing that Quirrell still intended to go farther inside, and that his destination was the boys' dormitories...

Ravenclaw...

The boys' dormitories...

Harry Potter...

Oh no!

He wants to enter the boys' dormitories, snoop through Harry's belongings, and gather information about him!

Snape had known more than ten years ago that Voldemort wanted to kill Harry, and Harry's parents had already been murdered...

This time, Quirrell had been possessed by the Dark Lord, and now he wanted to enter Harry's dormitory to gather information about him...

"No. Damn it..."

Professor Snape muttered in displeasure, immediately lifted his Disillusionment Charm, drew his wand, and pointed it at Quirrell.

"Quirinus, would you mind telling me what you're doing going to the Ravenclaw boys' dormitories?"

Quirrell: !!!

Hearing Snape's cold, emotionless voice, Quirrell was so startled that he crashed straight into the fireplace beside him, clutching his lower back in pain...

Damn this Ravenclaw Common Room. The fireplace corners are still just as sharp...

"I asked you a question, Professor Quirrell..."

Seeing Professor Snape holding his wand, with even a faint hint of murderous intent appearing on his coldly beautiful face, Quirrell panicked.

Damn it, why was Snape following him?

Was there something seriously wrong with this Snape?!

Why was he always following him around all day long?!

The last time, in the Third Floor Corridor, his master had warned him that Snape was following him.

This time, however, his master had remained silent, so he had thought everything was fine.

As it turned out, it was simply that Snape had cast a Disillusionment Charm ahead of time and followed more closely this time, making it inconvenient for Voldemort to emerge...

After all, the fact that Snape was a master of Legilimency and Occlumency was hardly top-secret information among many powerful wizards. If he emerged now, Dumbledore would come looking for trouble later...

"Uh, hiss, well..."

Quirrell's face alternated between red and white, and he was so miserable that he could not find anything to say.

There was nothing he could do...

His face was now flushed from trying to invent an excuse.

But hitting the corner of the fireplace just now had left him in so much pain that he could barely speak...

For some reason, his master was not coming out to possess him and give him a hand either. Hiss...

It hurts like hell!

"W-well... ahem, S-Seve... Severus, you kn-know, I... I just... just wanted to go back to the dormitory I... I stayed in when I was at sch-school... and have a l-look..."

Clearly, this was the most believable lie Quirrell could invent in such a short time.

Moreover, the nervousness caused by Snape's interrogation had made Quirrell's stutter even worse.

Anyone who did not know what was going on might have thought Snape was bullying Quirrell...

Of course, to Professor Snape, Quirrell's fabricated lie was less convincing than a troll waving its arms and stamping its feet...

"Feeling nostalgic for the days when your roommates ostracized you, are you?"

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