MTL - Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic-Chapter 67 kidnap

"Because that's You-Know-Who," Auston stepped forward, brushing the hair from Harry's forehead, "You-Know-Who once left you this scar and something else, see him again. , your scars resonate," he explained.

"Something else? Something else?" Harry touched the scar on his forehead.

"It's up to you to explore it yourself." Auston blinked and stopped talking.

"Okay, children, this is the end of the day, I'll take you back to the castle." Hagrid picked up the thick coat hanging by the door and opened the door first, "Firenze, you have to go back too. ," he said to the centaurs.

"Yes," Firenze nodded and stepped out of the door, "Goodbye! Boys and girls." He waved goodbye to them.

After sending Firenze away, the group set off back to the castle.

"I must tell my father, Hagrid, wait, my father will let Dumbledore set your house on fire! Get you out of Hogwarts!" Malfoy was still chattering, "and you, Alston Brown, the board is going to snap your wand and get you out of school!"

Hermione heard that, and hurried forward with her wand raised, trying to curse Malfoy.

Harry stopped her hastily, "Calm down, Hermione. We can't take any more points."

Hermione stared at Malfoy, threw her robes hard, and returned to her place.

Auston was surprisingly quiet this time, he was still thinking about Voldemort.

It should have been Quirrell who rescued Voldemort. Fortunately, Voldemort was entangled in a fishing net at the time. Quirrell probably didn't know how to undo the fishing net.

But Voldemort saw his face, presumably this time he won't pass easily, it seems he has to prepare early.

He walked quietly while thinking, not noticing that Neville, who was still shivering, was wrinkling his robe.

When we got to the castle, the sky was already bright. Hagrid took them to Filch.

Filch took Hermione Harry and Neville up to the eighth floor with a gloomy face, while Auston and Delphi Malfoy went back to the ground floor together.

"Thank you..." Auston said to Delphi gently before the corner of the stairs parted.

Delphi raised her head and glanced at him suspiciously, not seeing the expression on his face.

Auston turned and walked straight to the Hufflepuff common room.

He smelled a faint garlic smell wafting throughout the corridor. Looks like the group of elves working next door to their lounge are making garlicky bacon pizza again. After eating a piece last time, the smell of garlic in his mouth hadn't gone away for three days.

He lay down on the fruit mural next to the lounge and sniffed it carefully, and there was indeed a strong smell of garlic on it. It seemed that he really had to be careful about dark dishes today. He smiled and shook his head, and came to the vat at the entrance of the lounge.

When he took out his wand and was about to knock on the vat in front of the door, a shadow suddenly appeared from the darkness.

"You're finally back, Mr. Brown."

Although he no longer stuttered, Auston could hear Quirrell's voice.

He didn't even think about it, he put away his wand, turned around and ran!

Seeing him run away, Quirrell unhurriedly drew out his wand.

"All imprisoned!" He pointed his wand at Auston's back and shouted.

Apparently the spell had no effect, Auston still ran all the way, and ran up the stairs leading to the auditorium.

I really hope there is someone above, preferably a professor. he thought to himself.

However, to his disappointment, although the morning light had penetrated through the doors and windows in front of the auditorium, there was still no early riser on the entire first floor. Only the sound of his own footsteps echoed in the spacious auditorium.

"Trash! Chase me!" Quirrell, who was still stunned in the corridor on the ground floor, shivered from a terrifying voice in the back of his head, and he suddenly returned to his soul.

"Yes... my master!" He responded with a trembling voice, and then strode towards the first floor.

In the blink of an eye, Auston was already up the stairs on the second floor. Leaving Quirrell far behind.

As he struggled to run up, he was thinking about finding someone who could deal with Quirrell.

Obviously, it is no longer possible to go back to the first floor to find Snape, and the other professors - Dumbledore's office is on the eighth floor, it takes time and effort to run up, and they may be caught by Quirrell at any time; Professor Flitwick was on the eighth floor; Professor Sprout was on the ground floor and couldn't turn back to find her.

There is only Professor McGonagall on the second floor, so I can only find her!

After making up his mind, Auston's feet were windy, and he ran up to the second floor again.

He glanced back, Quirrell had just climbed the stairs, there's a chance!

He prayed that Professor McGonagall was up now.

Finally, he saw the flag in front of Professor McGonagall's door from a distance, with her favorite Irish Quidditch team on it.

The distance shortened a little bit, and the pattern on the flag became clearer.

As they approached, Auston hurriedly ran to Professor McGonagall's door.

However, just as his hand touched the doorknob, a huge net came from behind and tightly wrapped his body.

It was the net he used to catch Voldemort, with the silver blood of unicorns and a strong stench on it. Auston moved, and the net became tighter.

Quirrell had a weird smile on his face,

"Oh! Almost, our Mr. Brown was almost saved! Your magical thing is very useful." brought together.

"Come with me, Mr. Brown. I'm really curious. How did you find out about my master? Come to my office and tell us."

Quirrell covered his mouth with Auston's robe to prevent him from screaming, and lifted him directly to the third floor.

They walked through the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom and up the stairs leading to the office.

Quirrell opened the door and dropped Auston~www.novelbuddy.com~ With a wave of his wand, a row of white candles around them automatically lit, and the dancing flames made the whole office gloomy.

There was still a strong garlic smell in the office, and Auston felt regretful. When he was in the corridor on the basement floor, he should have discovered that the smell was from Quirrell!

"Come on, Mr. Brown Jr., I think it's necessary for you to explain to me how you found out about my master." Quirrell approached Auston step by step, with a vicious light in his eyes.

Auston put his hand in his arms to touch the dagger while dealing with Quirrell.

"Quidditch," he said, "I saw a face on the back of your head the last time Gryffindor was against Slytherin. After asking Dumbledore, I was more certain. "Auston lied, hoping to show him that Dumbledore already knew.

"You told Dumbledore!" Quirrell suddenly pulled up Auston's collar and asked with a grim expression.

"Well," Auston nodded, "if I disappear for too long, I believe Dumbledore will suspect you!" He was not afraid, and stared into Quirrell's eyes.

"Haha," Quirrell threw him back to the ground, laughing as if he had heard a very funny joke, "even if he suspects me, I just need a death curse to destroy you, he What can you do with me!" He looked at Auston with a stern look on his face.

There was a strange smile on the corner of Auston's mouth.

"It doesn't matter to a small character like me, but you're not afraid..." He paused casually, watching the smile on Quirrell's face gradually solidify,

"Aren't you afraid that he will move the Philosopher's Stone to another place? Maybe even to prevent you from stealing it—destroy it!"

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