stonecrandall Chapter 90 Snape: "Quirkhor, do you know the Five Great Nations?"
Chapter 90 Snape: "Quirkhor, do you know the Five Great Nations?"
Chapter 90 Snape: "Quirk, do you know the Five Great Nations?" (First update of 10,000 words per day)
Quirrell was absolutely obedient to Voldemort's orders, because his life was in the hands of this Dark Lord.
But when he looked up, he saw Professor Snape leading the way.
In a flash, the professor's actions came to Quirrell's mind.
He was a year younger than Snape when he was at Hogwarts, and he was impressed by this senior who never washed his hair.
After all, not every mixed-race person has the courage to compete with James, who comes from the Potter family, for a woman.
Although Snape wouldn't admit it, it was obvious to everyone in the house that Lily Evans, who came from a Muggle family, was very close to him.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why James Potter and his brother Sirius Black would target him.
So many Slytherins are obsessed with dark magic, and you're not even a pure-blood. Why would James target you? Is it because you don't wash your hair? Or because you're good at potions?
Ravenclaw, who always remained a detached observer, was fully aware of this, but never told anyone else.
They, Ravenclaw, simply watched quietly as the school's sports star and his gang bullied the stubborn half-blood wizard Snape.
Just for fun.
The farce only ended when Snape finally succumbed to the pressure, parted ways with Lily Evans, and joined the Dark Lord's fold immediately after graduation, becoming a Death Eater.
In the Muggle's mind, this would be considered "going dark," right?
Quirrell analyzed his impression of Snape, carefully assessing this Potions professor who had clearly suffered a heartbreak but later turned to the light and cleared himself of suspicion as a Death Eater.
Those who are insecure are bound to be arrogant.
Those who are humiliated will inevitably despise others.
This is Muggle research, but Quirrell thinks it makes a lot of sense.
He had to put on a pitiful and cautious appearance so as not to arouse Snape's suspicion and make it easier for the Dark Lord behind his head to see Potter.
As for Snape, just end his life with a spell the moment he lets his guard down.
This is Ravenclaw.
They gathered intelligence to the best of their ability, meticulously planned every step, and thoroughly studied every little thought of their enemy. Then, they approached their enemy with an air of nonchalance, opening with the most foolish tone: "Ah, Snape! I've finally found you!"
Professor Quirrell, with a turban wrapped around his head, strode toward Snape, his face filled with terror.
"I've been trapped in this forest for two months, waiting for someone to rescue me! Did Dumbledore send you to rescue me?"
Quirrell rambled on and on, his eyes already welling with tears even before he reached Snape.
He looked so pitiful, like a lost child.
Snape frowned, his eyes instinctively glancing at Malfoy and Harry behind him.
Was it because of these two children following behind him that Quirrell changed his previous demeanor when they met and began to beg him so humbly?
What exactly does he want to do?
Snape became wary and unconsciously took a step back.
As for Harry and Malfoy, they had already witnessed Quirrell and Snape's secret conversation from their flying broomsticks.
Furthermore, the sudden change of their confinement location today, forcing them to go to the Forbidden Forest late at night, intensified their suspicions.
So, they both took a big step back, falling far behind Snape.
Quirrell was stunned by what he saw.
He's a Ravenclaw, and improvisation isn't his forte.
So even though he sensed something was amiss, he still decided to proceed according to his original plan.
"Snape, it really is Quirrell. Look at me, I'm not lying to you."
Professor Quirrell's words only made things worse, causing Snape and his group to stumble back several steps, a distance large enough to initiate a wizard duel.
Professor Quirrell's face was extremely tense; he couldn't understand why Snape and the others didn't believe him at all.
Snape, however, found himself in an awkward position.
He could certainly have escaped on his own, or he didn't even need to.
If it were just Quirrell appearing in front of him, he was confident he could handle the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
But what if there are others behind Quirrell?
Even without knowing the Dark Lord's current state, Snape was still not confident that he could escape unscathed from the Dark Lord.
not to mention----
He wasn't sure if this was a trap deliberately set by Dumbledore, a trap specifically targeting the Dark Lord and himself, to eliminate both his questionable loyalty and the potentially resurrected Dark Lord in one fell swoop.
To others, Dumbledore was the great white wizard who defeated Grindelwald and Voldemort, but to Death Eaters like Snape, he was just a Voldemort who didn't kill.
We must be cautious, vigilant, and skillful in our response.
Snape sorted out his thoughts, his gaze drifting to Professor Quirrell as he pondered his words.
In an instant, the memory of their last meeting struck Snape's mind like a thunderbolt.
He wasn't sure if this meeting was something Quirrell had planned all along, or if he had been pushed to this point step by step by the Dark Lord behind him.
but----
He still remembers Quirrell's words perfectly clearly.
That was a problem that troubled Snape for a long time and caused him to lose face.
"Professor Quirrell, are you really Quirinas Quirrell?"
"It's me, of course it's me, Snape!" Quirrell looked like he was about to cry. "How am I supposed to prove I'm who I am?"
Quirrell said this, and hurried toward Snape, his pace quickening.
Harry and Malfoy sensed something was wrong and backed away faster than Quirrell, glancing warily at Snape as they did so.
At this point, the two of them were on the same side, even though they were unwilling to admit it.
However, Kimimaro and Jiraiya fought side by side—
Isn't it amazing to think about?
Snape was unaware of Harry and Malfoy's thoughts; he could only rely on past experience and speak in the coded language he had agreed upon with Quirrell.
He wanted to use this method to make Quirrell realize that things were not simple and to give him some hints.
After all, when Quirrell left the office, he had emphasized that one sentence to himself.
Remember this, Snape!
Snape took a deep breath, drew his wand, and pointed it at Quirrell.
"Quirk, I cannot confirm your identity unless you answer my questions correctly!"
answer the questions?
No Ravenclaw would refuse a challenge to the mind.
Even though Quirrell had graduated many years ago, he could hardly resist this impulse that came from the depths of his soul.
He nodded readily, looking as if he was all set.
Snape breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, and even Harry and Malfoy slowed down with suspicion.
Harry was curious, Malfoy was watching closely, and even Voldemort, hiding behind Quirrell's head, felt a pang of curiosity towards his former subordinate.
He also looked forward to seeing what kind of questions Snape would ask.
Not to mention Quirrell.
He was eager to get the answer to the question.
"Quirk, in the magical world, impersonating someone else isn't difficult. Even if you're not impersonated, if you're under the Imperius Curse, you'll still be powerless to control yourself."
Snape tried his best to use the exact words of their conversation that day to make Quirrell realize the seriousness of the problem.
only----
Quirrell was really good at pretending, blinking his big eyes as if to say, "Snape, what are you talking about?"
Snape glanced at it, then slowly said, "There are some questions that only Professor Quirrell knows the answers to."
"What's the problem?"
"What are the five great nations that Muggles are talking about?"
As soon as Snape finished speaking, the leaves in the Forbidden Forest seemed to forget to fall.
Voldemort, hiding behind Quirrell, felt for the first time how little he knew about the Dark Arts. He never imagined that the Death Eater he once valued would ask such a Muggle question.
Harry and Malfoy exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
What kind of question is this?
Why is it said that only Quirrell knows the answer to this question?
Could it be that this is what they were talking about in secret in the tower that day?
As for Quirrell, who was directly questioned, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He had thought Snape would ask him who was hiding under the turban.
"This Muggle question, ha, Snape, are you trying to lighten the mood by asking this on purpose, because the atmosphere is too tense?"
Quirrell chuckled softly, his tone brimming with confidence.
"Once I answer this question, you won't doubt my identity anymore, right?"
Snape did not answer; he was still waiting for Quirrell's reply.
"I used to be a professor of Muggle studies, how could I not know such common sense?"
Quirrell said casually, "The Five Great Nations are the five permanent members of the Security Council in the Muggle world. They are China, the United Kingdom, the United States, and..."
France, and —
Which one is the other?
Snape held his breath, waiting for this final answer.
"The Soviet Union, of course! The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics." Quirrell said matter-of-factly. "I never expected you to be curious about such an obscure Muggle question, Snape."
Upon hearing this, Snape abruptly drew his wand, looking wary.
"Who are you?!"
Quirrell's expression froze for a moment, staring at Snape in disbelief.
How come he's not himself anymore?
Professor Quirrell looked up and saw that Harry and Malfoy had already turned around and were running towards Hogwarts.
They are not stupid; they act swiftly and decisively.
Professor Quirrell wanted to explain further, but someone else spoke first.
"Go and catch them, Quirrell!"
Snape recognized the voice all too well, yet he could hardly believe it.
He suddenly realized something—
Maybe----
The Quirrell he encountered last time was an imposter.
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