Hoare quickly reached out with a gesture to stop it, but the bottle was already empty in no time.

  "Hey! Hey, hey, hey—Professor, slow down, no one's fighting you for it—that's actually meant to be applied..." Hoare scratched his head as he retracted his hand, his voice trailing off to a whisper only he could hear, unsure of what chemical reaight occur when bck dog's blood was ied aicky rice.

  "Ugh." Quirrell realized the taste was odd only after drinking it, "Ugh, what is this, ugh..."

  The taste was overwhelmingly foul, and it kept rising from his stomach, causing Quirrell to rettrolbly.

  Feeling like everything in his stomach was about to reach his throat, Quirrell hurriedly looked for a trash .

  "That's bck dog's blood, for exorcism," Hoare expined.

  It recisely because of the stroion that Hoare hesitated to use it.

  Who knows where the twins got the bck dog's blood from, but it carried a powerful force of white magic.

  Once used, not to mention the man with a snake face, even Professor Quirrell's body might not remain intact.

  Even holding it in his hand, Hoare felt a lot of the gloom being dispelled.

  Now it was fine, Hoare breathed a sigh of relief; Quirrell had do to himself.

  After drinking the bck dog's blood, as William had said, Quirrell felt a burning pain inside him, like a fme scorg wherever it went.

  The once cold and painful interior now felt forcibly torn open, exposed to the sun, with no shadow left to hide.

  A pierg scream echoed in Quirrell's mind, it was the Dark Lord!

  He clutched his mouth with one hand and the back of his head with the other, striking a bizarre pose.

  "What's the professor doing?" someone asked curiously.

  "I heard it's a spell from India, called yoga!" someone nearby expined.

  "Oh no! Professor Quirrell is going to throw up!" a scream came from the audience.

  "Trash , trash , summorash ," someoried to call for a trash .

  "It's not w, quickly find where there's a trash ."

  Hoare saw Quirrell's face turn pale, looking like he was about to vomit, and acted with lightning speed.

  "Redeem Toying Curse," he silently ted in his heart.

  [Ding]

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  [C-Level Abilities: Spells (Patronus Charm, Basic Transfiguratioaught}, Petrificus Totalus, Fioying Curse)]

  [Avaible Galleons: 2478 Galleons, 6 Sickles, 23 Knuts]

  "Toying Curse," Hoare pulled out his wand and cast the spell on Quirrell, whose cheeks were puffed out.

  Quirrell.

  Tears streamed down Quirrell's face.

  "I'm going to find a professor!!!" Granger, frightened by Quirrell's g, ran out alone, shouting, "Professor, Professor, Professor Quirrell is g! His nose is bleeding!!!"

  Hoare watched Quirrell clutg his head, w if it was w.

  "What are these for?" the people behind Hoare curiously leaned in.

  "This..."

  Seeing Quirrell lying stiffly on the ground, the other students curiously approached.

  Sihe bck dog's blood worked, why not try the others? Hoare enthusiastically introduced everyoo these oriental tools, giving a very exg lesson.

  When Granger brought Headmaster Dumbledore, who atrolling outside, to the Defense Against the Dark Arts , old Dumbledore sighed at the chaotic se before him, feeling he was indeed getting old and couldn't quite uand what the kids were thinking these days.

  Watg the two houses ughing and pying together, old Dumbledore silently added, "Quirinus Quirrell, five points for making an outstanding tribution to inter-house peace."

  He cleared his throat and said:

  "Slytherin! Gryffindor! Five points off each!"

  "For your antics!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore heard a strange scream and quickly searched for the source.

  Hoare was surprised; he thought at this time, the most Granger could find was Madam Pomfrey, not Dumbledore. Was the headmaster so free?

  Ign Dumbledore's dedu of points, Hoare tightehe red rope binding Quirrell, who was still struggling under his hand.

  The man with a snake face was about to be forced out of Quirrell's head!

  He couldn't let Dumbledore stop it!

  This was his 1320 Galleons!

  Hoare could vaguely see the white mist f from the back of Quirrell's head. Seizing the moment when everyone's attention was on Dumbledore, he pulled out the Peachwood Sword and stabbed it directly.

  A shrill scream echoed in the .

  The sound was her human nor beast.

  Everyone heard the strange scream, nervously f a semicircle, revealing Professor Quirrell's body in the ter.

  At this moment, Professor Quirrell was tightly bound with a red rope, a Peachwood Sword stu him, and two chopsticks in his hands, lookiremely sharp.

  Harry excitedly said to Dumbledore, "Headmaster, look!" He poio the top of Professor Quirrell's head, where a faint white mist was now showing some features, appearing to have a mouth opening and closing.

  The scream actually came from it.

  It twisted its body, seemingly trying to escape, but the white mist was firmly pio the ground by the Peachwood Sword.

  "This must be the ghost Henry mentioned!" Granger, ever the schor, excimed.

  Dumbledore finally saw clearly what was floating above Quirrell's head, his expression ging sharply, and he cast a "Petrificus Totalus" on the already tightly bound Quirrell.

  "Children, css is dismissed now, you should head back." Dumbled Hoare, "Henry, you stay."

  The previously excited students were now fused by Dumbledore's solemn demeanor, but sihe headmaster had spoken, they could only pack up and leave the one by one.

  Before leaving, Malfoy gave Hoare a look, which Hoare uood as a about being implicated.

  He rolled his eyes at Malfoy, indig he had professiohics.

  Satisfied with the response, Malfoy nodded.

  Once everyone had left, Dumbledore used his Patronus, a phoenix, to send messages to the other professors.

  After everything was in pce, he turned his gaze to Hoare.

  "Henry, you..." Dumbledore's eyes were filled with suspi, questioning Hoare's identity.

  Hoare spread his hands, feigning innoce, "Headmaster, it eeves who said he smelled a kindred spirit on Professor Quirrell, so I thought I'd give it a try."

  "Peeves?" Dumbledore frowned.

  Hoare khat all the ghosts at Hogwarts could be sidered the headmaster's informants.

  So his words were both true and false.

  The truth eeves did say that.

  The falsehood was the timeli was when he had bought the tools and was testing them on Peeves that Peeves mentio.

  Dumbledore couldn't summon Peeves to question him now, as that would be like telling the students that their every move was being monitored by the teachers.

  "I don't know what Dumbledore has to discuss with a student from my house," Srode in, leaving Professonagall, who had e along, far behind.

  "Henry William, what are you still doing here! Get out." Snape didn't wait for Dumbledore to speak and directly dismissed Hoare.

  "Yes, Headmaster." Hreeted the professors a.

  Judging by the rea, the headmaster had clearly guessed that Hoare was the mastermind behind this.

  He hadn't expected So be so protective of his students, fearing Dumbledore would reprimand him, so he let him leave first.

  Hoare felt a bit touched.

  He should prepare a gift for Professor So let him feel the "love" from a student to a teacher.

  Hoare cpped his hands together, deg to do just that.

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