HP: Wizards at Hogwarts

Chapter 92 Who Set a Trap for Whom?

"Ahem—Elevit has a point, Minerva."

Just as Professor McGonagall and Elaine were at an impasse, Dumbledore stepped in and stopped them.

"Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall turned around in surprise.

Dumbledore continued, "However, it is still too dangerous to send only students on this mission."

"Alright, Flitwick, Severus, Sprout, and Minerva, the four of you follow the young wizards immediately, just in case."

"You'd better hurry, or you won't be able to catch up."

Upon hearing this, the four deans belatedly realized what was happening and hurriedly left the cafeteria to chase after them.

"As for Elavin."

Dumbledore hesitated for two seconds, then, as if remembering something, said, "Could you please help Professor Quirrell up from the ground?"

"Oh, okay!" Elaine replied, walking towards Quirrell.

Quirrell did not faint at all.

Sensing Elvin approaching him, in order to avoid his "fainting plan" being exposed, and to prevent Elvin from accidentally lifting the scarf on the back of his head, he had no choice but to pretend to be stimulated and slowly wake up.

"Hmm—where am I? Ah, right! The troll—"

After whispering a few words, Quirrell seemed to wake from a dream and sat up from the ground with a "whoosh".

He looked around and realized that Elaine hadn't come to help him up as Dumbledore had instructed, but instead stood five steps away, innocently spreading her hands at Dumbledore.

"Professor, it seems Professor Quirrell has regained consciousness on his own and no longer needs my help."

Quirrell then looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore ignored Quirrell and looked at Elaine with a helpless expression.

The gazes of the old man and the young man met in mid-air, as if sparking a fierce flame, yet a silent understanding quietly blossomed between them.

For a long time.

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze: "Quirk, if there's nothing else, get up from the ground."

"I—I know—I—Dumbledore—Professor—"

Quirrell "struggled" to sit up from the ground and went to Dumbledore.

At present, he has no other way to get out of the situation, so he can only postpone the plan for the time being and continue to play dumb and act according to the situation.

Elaine followed him over.

Then they heard Quirrell stammer in a voice only the three of them could hear: "Teach...Professor..."

I—I—I'm so—I'm so sorry—because—because of my mistake, that giant monster got out."

"If the young wizards get hurt because of this today, I will never forgive myself!"

Elaine was astute as he was, and immediately understood the hidden meaning in his words.

Quirrell was implying to himself, the current prominent figure at Hogwarts, that he was the one guarding the trolls, and that Dumbledore knew about it.

He believed that Elaine would definitely understand the hint and would most likely press for details.

Elaine:

As expected of someone from Ravenclaw, they're so cunning!

Hehehe————

Since Quirrell tried to set a trap for him, he shouldn't blame himself for setting one back!

"Professor Quirrell, what do you mean by that?"

"Could it be that Professor Dumbledore assigned you to guard that troll?"

Quirrell immediately feigned panic, as if the truth had been discovered: "Ah?! This—this—no—"

No, no—no—Professor Dumbledore—how could he—how could he do such a thing? Elaine—you—you don't—talk nonsense—"

Elaine frowned as well: "Professor Quirrell, you really can't lie!"

"Professor Dumbledore completely disregarded the students' safety by letting trolls into Hogwarts without permission. Are you going to cover for him?"

Quirrell was overjoyed: That's it! Elaine, say more! Say more!! Ideally, attract the attention of the Board of Governors and the Ministry of Magic, and have Dumbledore taken away from Hogwarts. That way, I'll have a chance to deal with the Philosopher's Stone!!

But outwardly, he forced himself to sweat.

"No—that's not how it is—Professor Dumbledore—is the one who cares most—most about—the young wizards!"

"He brought a giant—a troll—into Hogwarts, just to guard the fourth floor—"

At this point, Quirrell immediately covered his mouth with his hand, as if he had revealed some important information.

He glanced furtively at Elaine, then looked at Dumbledore with utter terror, perfectly portraying the image of a coward.

"Oh? Guarding the fourth floor? What?"

Elivin raised an eyebrow and deliberately asked, "Could it be the forbidden area that Professor Dumbledore mentioned at the opening ceremony—the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor? Is there anything in there?"

Quirrell shook his head frantically: "No—I can't tell you—"

"Never mind then." Elaine turned around indifferently.

Quirrell fell silent instantly, his entire being completely frozen in place.

No, kid, don't give up so quickly!

Since you've already asked this far, why not just ask about the rest of the questions as well?

However, Quirrell couldn't say those two sentences out loud, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Keep asking!

Keep asking!

Quirrell stared wide-eyed at Elaine, his heart filled with anxiety.

He believed that as long as the two of them continued this topic, he would be able to use conversation to pique Elaine's curiosity about the fourth-floor corridor, and then sneak over to find out what was going on.

Once Elaine gets there, he will encounter the traps set by the professors, as well as that ferocious three-headed dog.

Quirrell also believed that with Elaine's popularity and influence at Hogwarts, he would definitely be able to find a way to deal with the three-headed dog.

Then, I can enter the room down the corridor and take the magic stone without lifting a finger!

However, no matter how much Quirrell raged inside, Elaine remained unmoved.

joke!

If he were so easily fooled, wouldn't the persona he'd built up over the past two months have completely crumbled?

At that point, even an idiot will become suspicious.

So you have to pretend to be interested first, and then stop at the crucial point. That's called pulling!

Pull and tug! Understand?

Unbeknownst to Quirrell, every little movement and micro-expression he made at that moment—from the rubbing of his fingers to the darting of his eyes, from wiping away sweat to panting—was clearly seen by Dumbledore, who was standing above the teachers' table.

The gaze behind the crescent-shaped glasses appeared cold and ruthless.

"Elevit, the Hufflepuff headcount is complete. No one is missing!"

"Gryffindor headcount complete, no one missing!"

"All the Slytherin prefects, except for the ones who just went out, are here."

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"The same goes for Ravenclaw."

Elaine nodded, then subconsciously looked towards the Ravenclaw table and saw Hermione.

Tsk tsk tsk —

Another plot point from the original work is gone.