Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 93

"Wizard, you are my slave... I offer your blood..."

The portraits of the 'Wanted Notice' on the wall suddenly turned their eyeballs, all of them staring at him closely, opening and closing their mouths, almost speaking in unison some sacrificial language.

The whole room was suddenly filled with noise, piercing screams, trills, and sneers.

A strange and inexplicable atmosphere reverberates here.

"Shut up!" Quirrell said coldly, he no longer twitched and flinched, but scanned the photos on the surrounding walls with predatory eyes.

"Quirrell got angry, he took out the black wand, the faceless face, the blood spell, the big snake biting its tail... endless reincarnation... endless reincarnation..."

Then the treacherous words turned into some kind of illogical nursery rhyme, which gradually sang repeatedly from the portrait characters, and then gradually disappeared when Quirrell took out his wand.

The characters in the portrait are like chickens being strangled, quiet and lifeless.

McGuffin didn't know how to react, should he pretend to be out of breath in shock at Quirrell's appearance, or run to Dumbledore to expose Quirrell.

But according to what Dumbledore, the old bee, said that night, he already knew who Quirrell was, or what he was.

Is it really possible for this wily guy to change his plan by reporting it from a worthless student?

Before thinking about it, McGuffin saw Quirrell stand up, walk from the table to him, and say something that made him feel terrified.

"...it seems that you do know something...but I'm that smart fool, don't I? McGuffin."

"Professor Quirrell—you—what are you talking about?" McGuffin subconsciously pretended to be stupid, trying to avoid this disillusioned flag.

"Forget it! MacGuffin Albert!—Stop showing off your cleverness at this time! Do something funny."

McGuffin lowered his face, remained calm, and stared at the weird wanted notices on the wall, without making contact with the other party's eyes.

He fully operated his [Occlumency], trying to protect his secrets from being leaked, and by the way, considered the probability of rushing out now.

Quirrell let out a chilling laugh mocking himself, "When did you find out that something was wrong with me? McGuffin!...Let me guess...when I cast the Imperius Curse on you...or when I cast the spell on Harry...or when I put in the troll..."

Quirrell stared carefully at McGuffin's unchanged face, feeling a little strange in his heart.

This little wizard is so calm!
——As the master said, did this little wizard know his identity?

"Since when did you know...?"

Quirrell thought for a while and decided to teach this little guy a lesson, so that he would obediently confess what he knew.

"MacGuffin Albert, as your professor, I will now give you a common principle in the magical world. When facing wizards with stronger mana than you, you must maintain respect. It's too impolite for me to speak alone....Or I want to teach you some lessons..."

"I think you should know this spell if you listen carefully to the class. I made some small improvements to it..."

When McGuffin felt something was wrong, Quirrell pulled out his wand and said a spell.

"The tears flowed!"

McGuffin immediately felt a splitting headache, his whole body was weak, and his face was red and hot.

The snot kept flowing out of his nose, and he could only breathe through his throat, but every time he gasped, he made a wheezing sound like an old bellows being pulled open.

The throat was dry and cracked, as if someone had stuffed it with hot, red coals.

It was like a bad cold plus the flu, all the symptoms appeared on him in just a few seconds.

"The Snot Curse, a small evil curse, is enough to make you like this, it seems that I have overestimated you...Take out your magic wand McGuffin and let me see your ability..."

— This madman!
McGuffin was so dazed that he wanted to pull out his wand and cast an Unforgivable Curse on the guy.

"Stop the curse!"

"The spell stops immediately!"...

He tried his best to cheer up his spirits, took out his wand and tried several times before he roughly got rid of the [Snot Curse] on his body.

Although he still had a runny nose, he no longer had the symptoms of dizziness, flushed face and fever, and turned into a mild cold, which made McGuffin at least able to talk.

"What exactly do you want to know?"

"That's right!" Quirrell said coldly, he took out his wand and waved it, and the stickers 'Wanted Notice' on the wall of the room all rolled over at the same time.

At the same time, a mahogany chair appeared in front of McGuffin's legs, with a completely wooden structure.

McGuffin sat down on the chair as if his whole body was manipulated. Quirrell returned to the chair next to his table, tapped the table with his wand, the chair moved forward quickly, and slid on the ground to the table.

At the same time, the messy pile of sheepskin scrolls, books, and various writing instruments on the long table disappeared, replaced by two steaming, exquisite ceramic teacups.

The green and thin leaves float up and down in the hot boiling water, gradually dyeing it into a light green translucent liquid, and at the same time exude a strong fragrance of tea plants with the heat.

The two sat on chairs across the table from each other.

Quirrell picked up the teacup and blew on it, took a sip, and then looked at McGuffin showing a smile that he thought was very friendly, but looked bloody to McGuffin.

"Oh, drink and see, this is green tea, from the Chinese drinking method. According to the wizards there, it can calm people down quickly..."

"I do not know how?"

McGuffin complained in his heart, but the situation forced him to obediently blow away the tea leaves floating on the surface of the teacup and take a sip to see what kind of medicine this guy is selling in the teapot?
It is still a good Longjing!This pair of leather faces is quite different from what I imagined.

"How about the tea!" Quirrell leaned on the chair and started with such a sentence, and then asked the most substantive question of this meeting to McGuffin, "What do you know about me?"

Send a proposition!
Such an ambiguous and unspecified topic, plus the fact that Quirrell gave him a big blow before, he immediately drank tea to appease himself.

McGuffin knew that Quirrell now hoped that he would take the initiative to expose what he knew, and then "see the dishes" to deal with himself.

Those who play politics in the Muggle world don't know how many times they have done it. If I were really a child, I'm afraid I was really fooled by this guy's method of "one stick and one sweet date" and took out my old self.

He had to be given an excuse right away, otherwise this guy would know he was lying even if he couldn't use Legilimency.

However, this guy was able to stop and talk to himself now, which proved that he still wanted to lurk in this school for a period of time to obtain the Philosopher's Stone for his master Voldemort, and it shouldn't be bad for him yet.

"It seems that I have to think about how to give him an explanation!"

McGuffin thought about it for a moment, and then said, "Professor Quirrell last time you recited the Unforgivable Curse to me, I confirmed it..."

He didn't finish talking, and was vague on purpose, trying to test what this guy Quirrell knew.

"Sure enough...you knew it from that time..." Quirrell's face was not very good, he thought of the time when he was only matched by the 'McGuffin of Zaun'.

"Then are you deliberately pretending to be that crazy and scolding me?!"

These few words, Quirrell almost leaked from his teeth, he didn't say clearly, but McGuffin has already understood that this guy is still brooding about that incident.

"Then how can you blame me? You used the Imperius Curse to draw out the words in my heart..." McGuffin's tone was extremely aggrieved.

"The words in your heart... I..." Quirrell was almost out of breath.

He snapped his fingers, and the MacGuffin stool disappeared immediately, and he fell on his back.

But this also made McGuffin feel at ease again. Now Quirrell can only use this small method to express the "bad breath" in his heart. It seems that he really can't do anything to himself now.

Quirrell still needs to hide in Hogwarts to obtain the Sorcerer's Stone for his master, and there can't be any big news, such as letting a little wizard disappear for no reason, or die.

When McGuffin got up from the ground, the finder was out of focus, sitting in the original position, presumably communicating with Voldemort at the back of his head.

This was the third time McGuffin wanted to run away, and he had already moved ahead—turned around and prepared to leave quietly.

Snapped--

A chair appeared, and McGuffin was also compelled to sit down.

Is there something new!

The chair creaked and slid on the floor for a half turn, and the McGuffin turned to see Quirrell's fiery eyes.

"You're lying to me... It seems that you haven't suffered enough..." Quirrell's eyes seemed to burn the McGuffin to death.

"Professor Quirrell! I swear to Merlin's beard, if I told half a lie just now, I would never be able to cast half a spell again!"

Professor Quirrell couldn't complain about such words, he was almost driven crazy by this little wizard with an abnormal head.

Previously, he could still see the fear in this guy's eyes, which is very good. Fear of terror is respect.

But I don't know what happened, this guy suddenly seemed to be confident.

"No, it can't go on like this. The master won't like a failed servant, let alone a servant who can't deal with a first-year little wizard!"

Quirrell trembled in his heart, and then asked McGuffin in a more fierce tone.

"Why can you resist my Imperius Curse! Say, tell me the truth."

"Because I know Occlumency!"

"Merlin! How is this possible... You are just a first-year wizard, how can you learn [Occlumency]?"

"Learn and learn, and you will be able to..." McGuffin looked innocent, with a So easy look,
"Ha!...why are you learning Occlumency!"

"To prevent Hogwarts from having a professor like you..." Quirrell couldn't take it anymore, and he couldn't ask any more questions.

McGuffin 'kindly' explained to Professor Quirrell, "Look, I'm a little wizard from a Muggle family. When I was wandering in a bookstore, I happened to know that there are some magics in the wizarding world that can know what other people are thinking... If it were Professor Quirrell, would you have to find a way to prevent others from knowing what you were thinking...especially going to such a Hogwarts full of wizards...Right! It's only natural that I learned Occlumency..."

Quirrell was so angry that he had a stroke, the words were too bad, and he couldn't say anything.

——What the hell is it for granted? Which first grade elementary school student pays attention to this?

"Ah...amount"

After the bad conversation just now, Quirrell had no way to ask. He felt that he couldn't go on like this, why he was led by this brat unconsciously.

"Shut up, McGuffin... I understand you. Although you are young, in my opinion, you are no different from those incompetent people in the Ministry of Magic who are stalking and gaining power... I must teach you a lesson... Let you know that this is not in your Muggle world, in the world of wizards, the only real right for a wizard is to have powerful magic power... Maybe you will tell everything you know after suffering enough..."

"I was too complacent before!... I'm sorry, Lao Deng, I can only betray you first... I really can't bear this pain, I'm just an 11-year-old wizard..."

McGuffin felt that Quirrell was going crazy with his anger, and it seemed that raising his wand was a little bit about casting the Cruciatus Curse.

He hurriedly shouted, "Professor Dumbledore knows that you are Voldemort's minion..."

"This...how is it possible...Master...no, fake, this is fake...how could he know? And not take any action?"

"And how could you possibly know..."

"No, no, I overheard this...I heard him and Professor McGonagall discussing the three-headed dog Lu Wei guarding the trapdoor...the matter between Nick Flamel and his Philosopher's Stone...and their suspicion that this Halloween troll incident was deliberately tricked by someone to distract them..."

"Among their speculations, the most untrustworthy thing is you as a new professor? And from the previous attack on Gringotts, weren't you also there on the day Hagrid and Harry saw it? So they guessed that you are probably Voldemort's minion..."

"And they put the Sorcerer's Stone in Hogwarts, and they plan to catch you all when they try to lure you..."

McGuffin forcibly pieced together his memory and what he had learned, and then used a weird logic to force the "truth" of the matter into Quirrell's mind while avoiding Snape's identity from being leaked and interfering with the development of the original plot.

Hearing that what the little wizard said was well-founded, and most of it was definitely not information that he should have in his capacity, Quirrell was a little shaken. On the one hand, he felt that it made sense, and on the other hand, since he asked the question, the eloquent little guy really didn't look like an 11-year-old little wizard. Anything he said was unbelievable.

McGuffin looked at Quirrell's uncertain face, and finally he just rolled his eyes and muttered something.

That's it - this must be a conversation with Voldemort!

Within a few seconds, Quirrell's eyeballs fell and stared at him with a scrutiny.

This made McGuffin, who was confident that Quirrell would not hurt him, a little uneasy.

——Has something happened?Don't these guys take the Philosopher's Stone?

Didn't wait for him to say something?
"Passed out!"

Quirrell picked up his wand, and a red light from the tip hit him.

At the last moment when McGuffin was knocked off the stool by the spell and fainted, for some reason, what was on his mind was actually

- Whoops!My... was dropped again!
"Can you have something new!"

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(End of this chapter)