Chapter 31 - 31 Chilo cleared?

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Chilo cleared?

Quirrell shut his eyes tightly, clutching the corner of the purple turban with a resolute, fearless expression, and then yanked it off sharply—

The entire turban was ripped off and thrown to the ground with a whoosh.

Quirrell's bald head was exposed, looking strangely small and completely hairless.

Dracula looked at his egg-shaped bald head with distaste and furrowed his brow, saying:

"Stop fooling around, turn around."

Quirrell slowly turned around, presenting the back of his head to the professors.

The professors were all stunned.

Professor Sprout quickly covered her eyes, leaving a clear red mark on her forehead from the swift gesture; Snape's mouth and eyes twitched, his facial features twisted into a grimace; Professor Flitwick, who was eating, vomited upon seeing Quirrell's scalp...

Dracula, most directly affected, lifted his hand in disgust and slapped the air, hitting Quirrell's head. Quirrell spun around a few times and then crashed heavily to the ground, creating a large dent in the floor of the professors' lounge, embedding his head into the floor.

It turned out that behind Quirrell's head were three very grotesque scars—two on the top and one on the bottom—forming a grotesque, eerie face when put together!

This ugly face disgusted the professors profoundly, making them lose their appetite for days.

...

Despite being unwilling to believe it, Professor McGonagall, as the impartial Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, had to admit that although Quirrell's scars were hideous, there was indeed nothing else under the turban.

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They had acted like a group of ruthless bullies, cornering the weak Quirrell and stripping him of his last shred of decency...

"Are you... satisfied now?" With his head embedded in the floor, the pitiful Quirrell sobbed, "I... I always used my turban to hide these unsightly scars because I was afraid... afraid that you and the students would dislike me. If... if laughing at me makes you happy, then... then I accept it..."

Moved by Quirrell's pitiable speech, Professors McGonagall and Sprout were both touched.

From the first time he saw Quirrell, Quirrell had been using various strong smells to cover another scent on him.

Initially, it was the smell of garlic, which Dracula found extremely unpleasant, and thus ordered Quirrell to remove it.

Later, Quirrell switched to the stench of troll's socks and toilets. The troll's odor could make a normal person vomit, yet Quirrell could carry such a smell and live normally for an entire day. In this regard, he was indeed a tough guy.

Finally, Quirrell removed the troll smell, leaving only the strong scent of cheap perfume.

Because the perfume smell seemed somewhat normal, Hogwarts had not prohibited it, so Quirrell was able to get away with it for most of the semester.

As Christmas approached, the professors were overwhelmed with work and no longer paid much attention to the man who sprayed perfume every day.

Dracula continued to think,

It seemed that the perfume smell on Quirrell started to gradually dissipate right before Harry's first Quidditch match.

With this thought, Dracula took out the Hogwarts deed from his pocket and looked at a small room surrounded by deep protective enchantments, invisible to the deed.

That was Quirrell's office.

"Interesting."

Dracula smirked slightly and vanished from his spot.

...

In Quirrell's office, the bald man knelt respectfully, holding a diary and placing it on the desk in front of him.

"I've finally cleared my name, Master!" he trembled and said excitedly, "Master, rest assured, I will definitely help you get the Philosopher's Stone!"

A misty shadow of a black-haired boy appeared above the diary.

He nodded slowly at Quirrell, a dark smile appearing on his face.