Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 14 Poor Quirrell
Hera forgot to go to Voldemort yesterday, what kind of concept is this probably?

The village bully took you to beat people. After the beating, everyone ran away, but you didn’t come when they had a bragging session together at night. The village bully felt that he couldn’t lose face, couldn’t bully outsiders, and couldn’t bully you?

Hera could almost imagine what she was going to encounter, Avada should be impossible, but a few Cruciatus should be inevitable.

So is he resisting?
Or resist?
you still need to ask?

He just took out his wand and threw dozens of 'Avada gnawing a big melon' at him, then took Quirrell's head and Voldemort's face to look for Lao Deng.

Wouldn't it be impossible to get a second-class knighthood of Merlin?
After all, I personally killed Voldemort (false), we dare not expect extravagance at the first level, but it is still possible at the second level, right?
Being dragged to the second floor by Quirrell, Hera tightly held the wand in her pocket, ready to fight to the death.

If you win, you will get fame, wealth, and women.

If you lose, you will go to heaven and hell.

Quirrell pushed Hera into the room, then turned and hit the deadbolt.

Looking at Quirrell's back, Hera hesitated for a moment. Compared with Voldemort at the back of the head, it was better to hit Quirrell from the front.

If you can just face it, don't engage in a sneak attack!
What kind of man is he who clamors for a sneak attack every day!
Hera justly found an excuse for himself, anyway, he would not admit that he was cowardly in the face of Voldemort.

Quirrell hung the door bolt, and put all kinds of protection and magic detection like a routine, but he didn't turn around, just raised his hand and took off the scarf on his head.

Voldemort appeared to be sleeping, his eyes closed.

For the first time, Hera had the courage to look at Voldemort's current appearance.

Light yellow dress, fluffy hair.
The soul is light!How is that possible!

His chalk-like pale complexion and slender snake-like nostrils perfectly carried out the nickname of Slytherin Snake House.

Hera couldn't help applauding Voldemort as a performance artist.

Suddenly those eyes opened, shining like the advanced stage of pink eye.

"My child. What happened last night." Voldemort said in a soft voice, which made Hera feel much more comfortable than yesterday, and seemed to have rehearsed in his mind several times.

"Your Highness, the Dark Lord, I really did my best yesterday. Everything is due to Qi Luo's inaccurate information, which made me lose all my money. I couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone for His Highness."

Hera betrayed Quirrell very readily, and what he said was right anyway.

This is really Quirrell's problem, but who would have thought that they would take the Philosopher's Stone away in advance before they started.

This kind of thing is really unacceptable, and Hera can't help worrying whether Lao Deng's eyes have been staring at Quirrell.

However, in the face of Voldemort's questioning, Hera resolutely implemented the principle of a non-stick pan, no money, no responsibility.

"Oh boy, of course I know," said Voldemort in a hoarse voice, "these are... the damned idiot's problems with Quirrell."

"No, master. Please. Don't." Quirrell's body was bent, and Hera could clearly see that Quirrell's body was twisted in an anti-human way. He seemed to want to scratch the back of his head with his hands, but he was afraid of Voldemort's existence and dared not reach out.

Hera took a step back silently, as if she didn't see Voldemort teaching her subordinates.

"My child. The Sorcerer's Stone must have been transferred to Hogwarts." Voldemort's voice became smaller and smaller, "Don't let me down again."

Before he finished speaking, Voldemort's eyes closed again. It seemed that it was the same as what Quirrell said before, and Voldemort's physical strength had not recovered.

"Quirinas, how are you?" Hera watched as Voldemort remained silent, and tentatively patted Quirrell on the shoulder.

"Huh~ It's okay, it's all my fault for not completing the master's task."

Quirrell knelt on the ground and panted heavily. At this time, he was far from his appearance in the underground vault.

"Let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone after school starts." Hera sighed, Quirrell's face was so pale, it's a good thing he didn't have a Dark Lord lodged on the back of his head.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I will be squeezed dry.

"Yeah." Quirrell nodded, and then struggled to climb onto the bed to rest.

After being silent for about ten minutes, Hera couldn't help but asked, "Quirinas?"

"Huh?" Quirrell turned his head and looked at Hera. Seeing his calm expression, the master didn't even blame him, and the dissatisfaction in his heart continued to swell.

Why?
He is obviously loyal to his master, and has been going through life and death all the time. Why is the master treating Hera so kindly?

Is it because of that damn last name?
It's just because he has the surname of Lestrange that he is trusted by the master, and he doesn't even have a Dark Mark.

(Voldemort: "Do I have a hand? No hand, how can I brand you? If I have a hand, I will definitely give you an Avada first, you trash!")
"Quirinas, we agreed before, one hundred gold galleons a month." Hera didn't take Quirrell's mood into consideration, and talked about "business" mercilessly.

Hera dared to pat her chest to assure that this was definitely not extortion.

Quirrell gritted his teeth and stared at Hera, and a word came out of his teeth: "Okay."

"Well, then you can go back, I'm going to take a nap." Hera patted Quirrell on the back, quite relieved.

"." Quirrell looked at Hera's handsome face, and really wanted to punch him with a left uppercut, a right uppercut, an Avada, and finally slam his corpse!
Wizard, how can you be so beating up?
After sending Quirrell away, Hera lifted the quilt and looked at Jin Gallon hiding inside with a smile.

Sure enough, man, it is only comfortable to sleep with a gold pillow!
The days without Jin Gallon were really hard.

Life in August seemed as long as years to Hera. On the first day of September, Hera reluctantly put all the Galleons on the bed into his newly bought small pocket.

A small pocket that has been cast with the No Trace Space Expansion Curse, its internal space is about the size of a backpack, and it cost Hera a full 20 Galleons. I don't know why the price in the magic world is so high.

Damn monopoly!

Pushing open the door, Hera finally made sure that she didn't miss even a copper nut, asked old Tom to check out the room, and directly apparated to King's Cross Station.

Relying on memory to find platform 9 3/4, Hera just wanted to take a deep breath and rush into the partition wall between platforms 9 and 10, when a thin and thin boy approached beside him, pulling at the hem of his clothes.

Looking at his dark and tousled black hair and bright green eyes, Hera is disheveled
　Second more!

　　Please collect and recommend, take the recommendation ticket and beat me to death! ! !
　　By the way, do you find it more uncomfortable to watch the two separate episodes?

　　How about putting the second watch at six o'clock in the evening?

　　If no one resists, I will assume that everyone agrees?

　　


(End of this chapter)