v2 Chapter 1821： Why follow the plot (2/2)

”This time is to challenge the trolls?”

Defeat the trolls alone, and then get Dumbledore's commendation and the admiration of the entire school.

It sounds good, but Hermione doesn't plan to continue according to the plot arranged by the dream for her. She can spend the whole semester here, and she doesn't know how long it will be outside. She can't indulge in this dream, she must find it as soon as possible. Hufflepuff's treasure wakes up.

At this time, the restaurant was in chaos.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, raising his wand high and making a few screeching fireworks explosions before everyone fell silent.

”Prefect, take the students of your academy to the dormitory immediately!”

”Wait a minute!” Hermione shouted, interrupting Dumbledore.

There was silence in the auditorium, and everyone looked at her in surprise, not knowing what Hermione was going to do.

”I know what's going on, it's all Quirrell's conspiracy,” Hermione exclaimed, pointing at Quirrell, who was fainted on the ground, ”Quirro put the troll in the castle because he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. To steal the Philosopher's Stone. Also, Voldemort is right behind his head.”

She said it in one breath, with an unprecedented refreshing.

Hermione had wanted to do this for a long time. Since she knew everything, why should she follow the original plot?

She had to follow her own ideas. For a while, there was no sound in the auditorium, and Quirrell, who had passed out, didn't respond.

By revealing Quirrell's identity, the plot could no longer go on. Just when Hermione thought this absurd dream should finally end, Quirrell suddenly opened his eyes, stood up from the ground, and let out a tingling ooze. Strange laughter.

”Since you found out, there's nothing you can do!” It wasn't Quirrell who spoke, but an unfamiliar, cold and biting voice.

Quirrell smiled grimly, raised his hand and removed the scarf from his head. The big scarf fell, and his bare head looked surprisingly small. Then, he slowly turned around.

In what should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a face. Even though Hermione had seen Voldemort returning many times, this terrifying face was still the most terrifying one she had ever seen. Two slender nostrils like snakes.

”Get ready for death,” Voldemort whispered. The sound was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Quirrell's body twisted, swinging his wand in an eerie gesture. There was a flash of green light, and Quirrell Voldemort directly killed a student with the Avadasso Life Curse, taking his life.

It was as if a certain switch had been turned on, and only then did a deafening exclamation sounded in the auditorium, and the students panicked, fled in all directions, cluttered and screamed.

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