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Chapter 54 Andrew Without Procrastination

"I was wrong... Master..."

In the dim office, Quirrell knelt on the floor with his forehead pressed against the ground, his expression terrified, his mouth wide open like a dying fish.

Although the fireplace in the room was burning red, cold sweat and uncontrollable saliva flowed onto the floor, gathering on the floor to form a small pool of disgusting liquid.

The scarf that he usually wore tightly was now lying on the messy desk, and on the exposed bald back of his head, a pale face with two scarlet spots, "What are you trying to do, to warn Dumbledore?"

"But you didn't expect... Dumbledore didn't go."

Quirrell's body struggled frantically at the shrill sound, but his head seemed to be stuck by something, making him look like a loach nailed to a chopping board.

Ten minutes later, or perhaps longer, Quirrell lost the strength to struggle, and the two blood-red lights began to flash again.

"Master...Master..."

The flattering voice was so faint that it caused a twisted smile to appear on the face that was not in the normal place. After letting Quirrell, who was like a dead dog, rest for a while, the thick towel was wrapped around him again.

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"What you told me is absolutely safe!"

In Dumbledore's office, Snape stared at Dumbledore with ferocious eyes.

"Minerva has been watching over there the whole time - and you agreed to this, Severus."

"That's what you told me. The Dark Lord would never do anything else under the temptation of the Philosopher's Stone!"

"I still stick to my point of view. You and I are both familiar with our friend - what he wants now is the Philosopher's Stone, not Harry."

"But he has already done it to him."

"I think it was an attempt to create chaos so he could steal the Philosopher's Stone - he wasn't going to kill Harry, or at least let anyone else kill him."

"But the only one who broke into that Philosopher's Stone trap was Quirrell!"

Snape stomped his foot angrily, but this made his resolute expression suddenly become distorted.

"He will definitely go, because he only trusts himself. This is the closest we have been to him over the years, and the closest we have been to catching him. You must continue to put pressure on Quirinus, Severus."

Dumbledore's usually kind face was now frighteningly serious. "Only in this way can we find him from the darkness and put an end to all this once and for all - I have prepared the final cage."

"All right…"

Snape's expression was distorted, but he finally accepted Dumbledore's statement. However, he turned around before leaving and said, "So, what about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Are you so confident that you can let Harry stay in that classroom without protection?"

"So I sat in on it - and I have to say, Quirinus's lectures were really bad."

Dumbledore smiled. ++++
"So annoying... so annoying..."

Andrew pretended to listen attentively, but his mind was elsewhere.

This meeting was really long and boring, with no innovation at all. If it weren't for some standard file formats, these two hours would have been almost completely wasted.

However, it must be admitted that, although it is radical, the documents obtained by the club are all genuine things - the original manuscripts of unimportant documents from the Ministry of Magic, the school's circulars to the prefects, and the documents that have passed the confidentiality period and are communicated between the school and the Ministry of Magic...

In short, there were a bunch of things that looked scary but were completely useless - although this was done to cultivate good document writing habits among members and to increase the admission rate, it greatly facilitated Andrew's plan to fish in troubled waters.

Moreover, such a thinking-friendly environment finally allowed Andrew to calm down - the mysterious man was the mysterious man, Quirrell was Quirrell, and their behavior was like that of crazy people. Except that the two of them were really crazy, there was another very magical explanation.

That was Quirrell temporarily breaking free of control - the Imperius Curse, for example.

Even though it was a speedrun, Andrew remembered the complaints about the Imperius Curse. The commentator, who was not very good at commentating, inserted nearly half a minute of Imperius Curse delusions in his narration. It was really unforgettable - it was a shock second only to the Polyjuice Potion delusion.

This conjecture made Andrew feel a little more stable, but only a little more stable - Quirrell was going to report it, and he had to report it if he could, without delaying for even a minute.

The days without Quirrell and Noseless were good days. At that time, he could learn magic and practice flying freely in the castle, instead of suddenly losing control when on the broom. How could he live like that?
He easily found an outdated copy of the Daily Prophet, then walked to the basement classroom with ease, turned on the lights and started working.

Even left-handed handwriting was easily revealed, but the newspaper-cutting method described in detective novels was different - Andrew simply tapped on the letters of the newspaper, and the printed words danced onto the new parchment.

"There's a You-Know-Who on the back of Quirrell's head."

Andrew took a look at this sentence, thought about the importance of an anonymous letter of complaint and a professor, and decided to deepen the credibility of the intelligence.

"His target is the Philosopher's Stone hidden on the third floor of Hogwarts - the one that Dumbledore hid in the mirror."

Andrew didn't know what the mirror was specifically, but this information was enough to prove it.

After writing the letter and sealing it, Andrew began to use Transfiguration to change his appearance - hairstyle, hair color, padding, robe logo, adding some freckles to his face, sticking a layer of deformed paper to add blush, wearing deformed contact lenses, and padding his nose with the deformed material (although he couldn't try human body deformation, the beauty bloggers' cross-dressing tools easily restored a set).

"Well, okay, now I'm a first-year Hufflepuff..."

After giving themselves a name, the Hufflepuff freshmen happily went to the Owl Shed, and then sent Professor McGonagall a letter disguised as an official document in the same way that professors in school submit reports.

'Rare use for the community.'

Andrew made such a comment, and then left happily - he would not have thought of this line if it was not for the club. Although it would be easier to be detected than disguising himself as a supplier, what did Hufflepuff sending a letter have to do with him?
After leaving the Owl House, Andrew went to the Black Lake to be on the safe side and planned to find a secluded place there to take off his costume.

Everything went as smoothly as imagined - removing makeup, taking a detour back, avoiding portraits to get to the library, and then leaving the library openly, eating, and going to bed.

'I can have a good sleep now...'

Andrew said this to himself before going to bed.

(End of this chapter)