Quirrell's purpose in coming to Hogwarts was simple: it was nothing more than the Philosopher's Stone.
After obtaining the Stone, this guy would undoubtedly leave Hogwarts and look for an opportunity to resurrect Voldemort.
To be honest, Lynn actually hoped for this. He didn't care whether Voldemort lived or died, nor did it matter to him whether England fell into chaos. But if Quirrell could just leave, Lynn would definitely applaud him on his way out.
He had truly had enough of that disgusting garlic smell; the fumes made him want to vomit, and attending class was a complete waste of time.
Furthermore, due to his bottom-tier talent in Charms, he found it very difficult to learn advanced spells like the Bubble-Head Charm, which could filter odors and toxins or allow one to breathe underwater.
Direct conflict with this guy was, of course, an extremely irrational move. Since that was the case, he might as well send him a gift.
Didn't Quirrell want to go into the secret chamber to find the Philosopher's Stone? Then Lynn would create the opportunity and let him go!
Snape had been lured away by Harley, while Dumbledore and the other Heads of House needed to deal with the escaped troll. Quirrell had been sent to the Hospital Wing on a stretcher summoned by Madam Pomfrey's wand, giving him a hundred different ways to make an excuse and leave. This moment was his best opportunity to act.
Lynn left the Gryffindor group and arrived at the fourth floor of the castle, near the entrance to the Philosopher's Stone chamber. His X-ray vision superpower was sufficient to let him look through obstacles and see everything inside that room, and his telekinesis could also cover the area.
With the ability to teleport at will, Lynn wasn't afraid of being caught at all. Anti-Apparition wards were ineffective against him. Although his teleportation only had a range of a few kilometers at most, its advantage lay in being completely silent and traceless—there wasn't even a magical fluctuation.
Once the young wizards had returned to their respective common rooms, Lynn finally waited out his target.
Without Snape's surveillance, Quirrell indeed found an opportunity to slip away. He used magic to conceal his figure, but it didn't do a damn thing. It might fool the portraits in the corridor, but Lynn spotted his tracks at a glance. The Disillusionment Charm blurred the body to match the colors of the environment; a powerful Disillusionment Charm could even achieve an effect similar to optical invisibility.
But the person didn't just vanish into thin air. By slightly adjusting the intensity of his X-ray vision, Lynn could see Quirrell's tracks directly. His X-ray superpower was very conceptual—if he wanted to penetrate a few layers, he penetrated a few layers. The terrible experience of exerting too much force and seeing internal organs instead of a pretty exterior simply didn't exist for him.
The wooden door hanging by a broken lock naturally couldn't stop Quirrell; it couldn't even stop the school's young wizards. The lock automatically unlocked and fell to the side as Quirrell approached, and the wooden door opened at that moment.
The small room was pitch black; nothing could be seen clearly.
Quirrell's footsteps were light as he stepped into the room.
Bang~
Suddenly, the wooden door behind him slammed shut. The sound of the closing door startled the monster inside the room!
It was a colossal dog; when standing, it was almost the size of an adult African elephant.
Three identical dog heads opened their eyes at that moment, staring dead at this ill-intentioned intruder.
The dog's name was Fluffy. It was a three-headed dog that had just reached adulthood, originally from Greece. In legends, it was the gatekeeper of the underworld. Although those were Muggle legends, in the wizarding world, three-headed dogs were still extremely dangerous, yet reliable, guardians.
The three heads had independent consciousnesses and could take turns resting to maintain vigilance against the outside world 24/7. Their sense of smell, hearing, and vision were all exceptional. Their fur could withstand the vast majority of magic, and their super-strong vitality made three-headed dogs one of the very few creatures that could survive being hit by the Avada Kedavra curse.
Three heads, three hearts, three lives, combined with ultra-high resistance to magic, powerful physical strength, and the ability to stand guard without rest—the three-headed dog had become an excellent guardian of wealth in the wizarding world, a rare and fine dog for guarding the home.
The toxins in its teeth could prevent wounds from healing, marking any target it bit for a long time. Coupled with a nose that could track enemies over a thousand miles, no one in their right mind would want to provoke such a thing.
But Quirrell had already provoked it.
Fluffy let out a low growl, the muscles of its body tensing up.
Actually, the moment the door slammed shut behind him, Quirrell had wanted to turn tail and run. But the door was stuck fast to the frame as if welded shut; unless he blasted it open, there was absolutely no possibility of opening it!
Accompanying an intimidating roar, Fluffy pounced. Subconsciously, Quirrell waved his wand, and a spell hit Fluffy's massive body squarely.
But—the effect was minimal.
This was because Quirrell didn't dare use highly destructive dark magic inside Hogwarts, nor did he dare use the Killing Curse. However, ordinary spells were not even considered a tickle to Fluffy.
Fluffy, having been hit by the spell, only paused slightly. Its innate ferocity was activated. The three-headed dog was absolutely loyal to its master, but to this intruder reeking of a foul stench, it wouldn't be polite in the slightest.
Three dog heads with bared fangs and sharp teeth attacked directly from the left, right, and center. Quirrell only had time to wave his wand and knock the middle head upward before his legs were bitten by the left and right heads. Following a violent thrashing from side to side, Quirrell, who was nearly shaken to the point of vomiting, let out a miserable scream. The head that had been knocked back, now slightly dizzy, opened its mouth once again and bit down from the center without hesitation!
"Ahhhhhhh—"
A heart-rending scream resounded through the dim room. Quirrell, feeling as if something of his had shattered, nearly lost his grip on his wand.
"Idiot!"
A cold, malicious voice echoed in his brain.
Quirrell instantly snapped awake from the intense pain. Compared to the physical agony, he was more terrified of the owner of that voice.
Fortunately, Hagrid had requested that Fluffy not actually kill anyone. After giving this guy a vicious lesson, Fluffy shook its heads and threw Quirrell against the doorway. Its low growl left no room to doubt whether it would do it again.
"Open! Open! Open the door for me!!!"
Quirrell, waving his wand with force, tore the door to shreds. He scrambled out on hands and knees, rolling and crawling, but didn't forget to look back and wave his wand to repair the broken wooden door and rehang the lock. This failure was nothing, but if he were discovered, he could forget about having a next time.
Lifting his robes, blood was already seeping out. The jagged canine teeth had left a semicircular bite mark on his body, nearly crushing a certain precious treasure of his, and severe pain radiated from his calves.
Unable to stand up at all, Quirrell gritted his teeth and waved his wand with difficulty. He summoned a stretcher, struggled to levitate himself onto it with magic, and then used the Disillusionment Charm to hide his figure, leaving quietly.
"Quirrell, why can't you just make an effort?!"
Lynn, watching from the side with phantom pains in his own groin, truly hated Quirrell's incompetence. Where was the dark magic Voldemort taught you? Why didn't you use it? Can't Death Eaters turn into black smoke and float in the sky? Couldn't you turn into mist and drill into the trapdoor?
How could you still get bitten by Fluffy and nearly torn in half?
Show us the skills you used to blow up the Gringotts vault, come on!
"Really, spoon-fed the rice and still doesn't know how to chew. What a piece of trash."
Spitting on the ground, Lynn cursed and teleported away.
"Almost forgot, I haven't picked up this month's item yet."
Upon arriving in the corridor on the eighth floor, Lynn turned toward the Room of Requirement. The busyness of this period had almost made him forget to collect his item, but fortunately, it wasn't time for the next refresh yet; tomorrow was the last day of October.
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