Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 323 Quirrell Begins to Move

"I didn't choose you to be a professor at Hogwarts! Trash!"

"I'm sorry! Master, I will definitely find a way to pass as soon as possible!"

"Trash! Trash! What use are you for!"

In a small hotel in Hogsmeade, our Professor Quirrell is kneeling on the floor, shivering.

A screeching voice, as ugly as a piece of iron scraping through glass, sounded from the back of his head: "Waste, no failure is allowed in this operation! I don't have the energy to help you catch a giant monster again! If you don't If it doesn’t work, then you’re going to die!”

"I will succeed this time! I will succeed! Master, I implore you, give me strength."

"Hmph, trash!"

Quirrell's body was covered by a layer of black viscous breath. He lay on his stomach and curled up on the ground, screaming in pain.

After a while, after the strange aura dissipated from his body, he slowly stood up. Quirrell felt the unceasing power in his body, knelt down excitedly and said, "Thank you, master, for the gift!"

"Go, you have been strengthened enough to handle this time, don't bother me when I'm tired."

"Yes!"

Voldemort, parasitic on the back of Quirrell's head, couldn't help but sneer.What an idiot, I closed my eyes with the power gained from overdrawing my life
Quiver lay on the ground slightly trembling for a while, until there was no more sound from the back of his head, he stood up, put on his hood, and walked out of the room.

Under the gaze of the shop owner, Quirrell left the Pig's Head Bar, and now he has to start thinking about how to complete the task assigned to him by the owner.
He has been dutifully inquiring about the Sorcerer's Stone for the past few months, and he has basically confirmed that Dumbledore put the Sorcerer's Stone in the room at the end of the fourth floor.

But Dumbledore put up obstacles, like the three-headed dog.

In fact, if you want to solve the three-headed dog, Quirrell can still do it. After all, he is still a wizard who has been strengthened by black magic, but it is difficult to pass silently.

He'd already tried it on Halloween, Dumbledore was always keeping an eye on the dog, and the slightest movement would attract Severus or someone
Quirrell wanted to cooperate with Severus, and wanted to tell him loudly, "Actually, we are together!", but the master behind his head refused to let him do so, saying that he was afraid that he would expose Severus' identity
Does it matter that my identity is revealed? !Although Quirrell really wanted to ask this question, he didn't dare, he was very scared, he just wanted the master to show mercy and spare his life, and he didn't dare to think about the rest
So he had to figure out his own way to get past the big dog
In the case of insufficient personal ability, he could only learn as much as possible about his enemy, so he thought of getting a solution to the dog from Hagrid.

After inquiring from the bar that Hagrid had always wanted a dragon, Quirrell had a new plan. He planned to exchange a dragon egg from Hagrid for a secret.

And he just happens to know where the wild dragons are
"Knockturn Alley. [Knockturn Alley]"

Knockturn Alley is another shopping area in London besides Diagon Alley. Many materials related to black magic can be bought here, which is equivalent to the gray trading area of ​​the British wizarding world.

Quirrell, dressed in black and wearing a hood to cover up his contents, came here. After going around, he entered an inconspicuous shop with a crow logo printed on the shop door. The dark and humid environment here made him feel comfortable.
"Fufufur~ Welcome to the guest~ Is there anything I can do for you~"

A distinctive-looking clerk made strange noises in the dark, and he glanced greedily up and down Quirrell, as if trying to estimate how much oil and water could be scraped off him.
"Huh!" Quirrell leaked a trace of the violent magic fluctuations on his body, and was very uncomfortable to be looked at by the shop owner. Quirrell thought that he was also a general of black magic, and not any cat or dog could offend him.

Intimidated by the other party's "bad air", the shopkeeper's eyes were more regular, he showed an ugly smile, rubbed his hands together and said, "Guest, what do you need?"

"Seven days of snake sloughing."

The shopkeeper's face changed, and his smile became a little more sincere: "Then the customer comes with me."

Quirrell silently followed behind the owner, walked into the shop, the more he walked in, the space became wider and wider, the materials on the shelves on both sides became more and more indescribable, and the environment became more eerie and terrifying. I saw several "guests" wearing hoods like him approaching.

This is the corner of the inner world in the inner world, where the dark transactions are carried out. In fact, it is the first time for Quirrell to come to this kind of place. He also felt uncomfortable looking at the mutilated body parts.
"So...guest, welcome to [Night Crow], what do you need?" The shop owner led Qi Luo to a counter and said with a smile: "Whether it is a young human girl or a newborn dragon cub Baby, we can help you find it."

"Oh? Do you have dragon eggs for sale here?" Quirrell's face brightened. If there are some here to buy, then he doesn't need to look for them.
As a result, the shopkeeper's smile froze on his face, as if he was bragging and being punctured.
"Ahem, well, if customers want dragon eggs, it's okay, but there are none in the store right now."

"How long will it be in stock?"

"Ahem. This depends on the situation. We can't be sure when the goods will be available, but if you need them urgently, you can place an order with us. After a month, the dragon eggs will be delivered to you."

Quirrell raised his eyebrows: "How much does it cost?"

The owner extended a slap.

"Five hundred gold Galleons?"

The store manager looked strange: "No, it's [-]."

"???" Qi Luo hesitated to speak, who would use [-] Galleons to buy an egg if his brain is broken?Dragon slaying doesn't have to be so expensive! ?

Quirrell pretended not to care and changed the subject: "Forget it, just kidding, I'm here to buy a portkey."

The shopkeeper didn't care, he turned around and searched for something at the counter: "Where are you going?"

"Norway, Norrland."

"Is it a one-way ticket? Or a round-trip ticket?"

"round trip."

The store owner took out a book and wrote something with a pen, and then took another book from the shelf
"Okay, thanks for your patronage, a thousand gold Galleons."

Quirrell's hand froze in mid-air: "Sorry, how much did you say just now?"

"A thousand gold Galleons."

Quirrell's face became extremely gloomy: "What do you mean? Are you playing with me?"

Quirrell knew that the price of smuggled portkeys on the black market was high after all, but the price was at most a few hundred Galleons, a few thousand yuan for a portkey?I might as well buy a broomstick and fly there!This bastard must be amusing me!

"Hehehe, my guest, the times have changed now, and of course the price of this key has also increased, and it's the same price that others ask."

Quirrell frowned: "What do you mean?"

The shopkeeper smiled more and more charmingly: "Hehehe, if customers want to save money, turn right upstairs, the Lake experience store in Diagon Alley has a direct Floo network to Norway, and it only takes ten Galleons to go back and forth, why do customers Why don't you go?"

"."is that a lie?Ten Galleons so cheap? ?Does Lake Experience Store still have this kind of service?Quirrell was moved: "Is there a need for identification there?"

"Of course! Customers want to buy door keys from me to smuggle immigrants, isn't it just to avoid this?" The owner rubbed his hands and said: "Times have changed, and now there are fewer and fewer people doing door key business. You can only die of starvation if the price is low. Customers should understand."

"." Nima starved to death!You just have less business, so you finally met a water fish and slaughtered it to death!Quirrell was so angry that he had nothing to do, because he was in a hurry, the school holiday was only one month, and he had to finish the dragon egg in ten days, so he couldn't waste time on the road, but a thousand gold Galleons
"Here, money." At this moment, a trembling voice sounded in Quirrell's mind.

Gas, cold, shaking.

Love money is not yours, you don't feel bad!Quirrell suppressed this thought severely, pretending to be calm and said: "But anyway, the price of one thousand is too high."

The shopkeeper smiled, knowing that today's business is stable: "Seeing the kindness of the customers, I will give you a discount, [-]% off, how about it?"

Quirrell silently began to pocket
The shopkeeper licked his lips, opened the Facebook in his hand, and said with a smile of furfur: "Norway, Nordland County, back and forth, you prepare."

Then he closed his Facebook, glanced at the pile of gold coins on the table, and laughed until his saliva flowed out: "Guest, you are rich."

"." Quirrell tried hard to control himself not to use the power he just got on the shop owner.
The store owner swept the gold coins with his wand, put the gold coins into a small bag, then handed Quirrell something like a badge, and said, "Take this, someone will take you where you need to go when you leave the store."

Quirrell took a deep look at the store owner, without saying a word, took the things and turned around to leave. When he went out, another hooded man was already waiting there.

"Follow me, don't stray away."

Without smoking a cigarette, Quirrell followed the hooded man around and out of Diagon Alley, came to the city of London, and then got into a taxi
"." Quirrell couldn't bear it any longer, cast a sound-proof spell and asked the man in the hood next to him, "Why are we taking a Muggle car? Where are we going?"

The hooded man glanced at Quirrell, and said slowly: "Brother hasn't been out for a long time, I don't know how difficult our business is now."

"Huh?" Quirrell became strange, you are a smuggler, and you have complained to me?
"Since you want to smuggle people, you can't use the Floo network. If you use the Floo network now, you will leave a record in the Ministry of Magic. It is easy to be found out, and it is very unsafe. As for why there are so many magic cars in London now." The cameras set up by the Ministry of Magic, we are still under the surveillance of the Ministry of Magic. Only by taking Muggle transportation to leave the city of London will it not be easy to arouse suspicion. As long as we leave the city of London, we can arrange a port key for you "

"Don't worry, since we have collected the money, we will guarantee that this smuggling operation will not leave any traces in the Ministry of Magic, and will not leave any worries. You can just follow me with peace of mind. Believe me, we Night Crows, yes professional."

Quirrell was taken aback when he heard this, why does this world suddenly feel strange?

(End of this chapter)