Harry Potter: Card Drawing System

Inside Quirrell's office.

"Master...Master I was wrong, please give me another chance..."

Quirrell was lying on the ground in an embarrassed manner, his expression grim.

Seems to be in great pain.

And judging from the wailing that came out of his mouth from time to time, it was more uncomfortable than when Alvin cast the Cruciatus.

"Master... spare me, this time someone cast Cruciatus on me."

"Next time, next time I will deal with Harry Potter!"

Quirrell was the only one in the classroom, and his mournful begging for mercy made the entire classroom look very gloomy.

Slowly, the scarf wrapped around his head gradually fell off, revealing not the back of his head.

But a face without nostrils.

It was Voldemort.

Voldemort stopped tormenting Quirrell, and Quirrell kept twitching.

"Forget it this time, next time you miss, you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."

Voldemort also knew that Quirrell had indeed been hit with the Cruciatus. And the technique of the practitioner is very clever. Even he hadn't traced the root cause.

After a while, Quirrell slowly stood up from the ground, soaked in sweat.

"Great master, do you know who put the Cruciatus on me just now, is it Snape?"

Quirrell asked weakly.

"Humph! Snape? With his black magic skills, he can't do it so that I can't even notice it."

A disdainful snort came from Voldemort's mouth.

"It must be Dumbledore. Besides him, who else at Hogwarts has such means."

"Dumbledore? Isn't he the White Wizard?"

Quirrell asked suspiciously.

"Do you naively think that Dumbledore is just a white wizard with Transfiguration? His black magic skills are no better than mine! He is a sanctimonious old man!"

Voldemort's tone was extremely sarcastic but concealed deep fear.

Quirrell didn't dare to refute, and could only ask Voldemort's words.

"Then what do you think he was doing?"

"Idiot, your previous actions were too obvious and made him suspicious. This time it was just a small warning to you."

"It must be so!"

...

Hermione looked at Alvin firmly.

"Snape hated Harry so much. It must have been Snape's curse that made Harry fall off the broom and die! I and Ron just saw he chanted with his lip."

Hermione stopped Alvin who was going to the library and pulled him into a corner.

Then began to tell her and Harry's inferences.

Alvin said that Hermione's conclusion was too arbitrary. Snape had been working at Hogwarts for so many years. If he had the intention to murder the students, he would have been fired by Dumbledore.

True, Alvin wasn't going to tell the trio the truth.

First, he couldn't explain how he knew so much.

Second, this is the first copy that Dumbledore gave to Harry. If he comes up and flips the table, isn't this a pure no-nonsense move?

In addition, Alvin is also ready to blend in at the last moment to see if he can get the Philosopher's Stone.

He is still very interested in this ultimate product of alchemy,

Now Alvin's ancient runes have been studied almost, and they have begun to study magic patterns and magic circles.

Spells and Spells are different.

The ultimate use of the magic pattern is the magic circle and alchemy.

If he can get the Philosopher's Stone, Alvin believes his research progress will improve a lot.

Seeing that Alvin didn't believe her words, Hermione pouted angrily.

She was a little resentful that Alvin believed Snape so much and not her.

Although I have some different feelings for Alvin. But the little witch decided that when she, Harry, and Ron found conclusive evidence, Alvin must admit his mistake and ask for his forgiveness.

Thinking of this, a smirk appeared on Hermione's cute little round face, very silly.

Alvin looked at some inexplicable little witch. Alvin doesn't know what she thought, how can she be a little silly when she smiles?

But he didn't want to explore the little witch's secret anymore. He has a heavy task now, and the knowledge of magic patterns is more complicated. He also has to study alchemy along the way, and there is not enough time.

Thinking of this, he did not stop and walked to the library.

Hermione turned back to her senses, saw Alvin's back disappearing into the corner of the corridor immediately, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Alvin! Slow down, I'm going to the library too!"

...

Days passed, another potions class.

Snape tortured Harry Potter, as usual, spraying the potions he had made worthless. Then he was content to announce the class was dismissed.

After the last troll incident, Snape asked Alvin to go to his office after class, and Alvin didn't leave with Harry and the others.

Snape glanced at him, motioned for Alvin to follow, turned and left the classroom, then walked towards the office on his own.