There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 118 Betting on dogs is not trustworthy
As the sun set, the light shone under Kevin, leaving a long shadow behind.

He is impassioned, full of ambition, and full of confidence. He wants to catch him by surprise and catch the dark wizard by surprise.

The surrounding Hogwarts students thought he was farting, so what to do.

Let me re-introduce, Kevin Farrell, a senior student of Ravenclaw, is known in the world as a great cleverness, a wise multi-star, a magical military strategist, and is known for his wisdom.

Unfortunately, for many years, no one has seen his wisdom produce positive results.

Shame on a senior with the same surname as Farrell!

John Farrell is the eternal god of the Farrell family!
"Kevin, stop talking nonsense." George and Fred came, followed by Harry and Hermione, wand in the right hand and desert eagle in the left.

"With a Muggle wand?" Kevin mocked.

Wizards look down on Muggles.

Look down on Muggle creations even more.

"What do you know?" George squeezed the Desert Eagle in his hand: "Ten steps away, the gun is fast!"

"Within ten steps, the gun is fast and accurate!"

"Not convinced? Let's try?"

Kevin didn't hear it.

Gryffindor who?

It's just a group of aggressive guys, the majestic Ravenclaw eagle, how can you have the same knowledge as this kind of people?
"Okay!" Cassandra waved her hand: "Everyone prepares and launches an attack at three o'clock in the morning!"

After all, the leader was elected by Hogwarts, even though he was reluctant in his heart, all the little wizards still agreed.

And inside Gaunt's old house, the Death Eaters arranged numerous murderous plans under the remote guidance of the Dark Lord.

Avery sat on a chair in the middle of the hall, surrounded by dozens of Death Eaters with expressionless faces, and the atmosphere was terribly depressed.

Quirrell swallowed.

There is one thing to say, he is not panic, but a little angry.

Obviously all of this should be mine!

"Quirrell, you said you want to turn to darkness and join the Dark Lord's team?" Avery asked, "As far as I know, Hogwarts treats you well, and who is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Can do it all."

"The job is easy, the income is high, and the status in the wizarding world is among the best. Why did you betray Hogwarts?"

The status of a Hogwarts teacher is high in the wizarding world, and his status is noble, so Quirrell has no objection.

But what the hell is easy work and high income?

Thinking of the first class, Quirrell wanted to cry.

Bullied by Lucius, and bullied by his son.

Bullied by Draco, and bullied by his henchmen.

Slytherin and Gryffindor have hatred for each other, but they work together when they bully him, what happened to the world!
Who dares to say that Hogwarts work is easy, who is anxious for Quirrell!
"Income can't be faked, can it?" Avery said.

Now that the magic world is in a recession, the only iron rice bowls are the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, and other places are full of small workshops, which are precarious and may become cold at any time.

A establishment of Hogwarts, I don't know how many wizards dream of it.

Quirrell couldn't help crying.

Forty or fifty Galleons is a fart?

"I'm ashamed to say it." Quirrell decided to tell the truth: "I owe someone five thousand Galleons. I have no choice but to ask my Hogwarts colleagues to borrow some money to repay the debt, so..."

Avery: "..."

Needless to say, he got it.

No wonder Quirrell turned his back on the water. If he owed so much money, he would immediately quit.

You don't have to pay it back if you skip it!

But repaying debts is justified, and Quirrell's method is against the rules.

None of the Death Eaters looked at him very kindly.

They kept Quirrell firmly in their hearts.

If they are killed in the future, they will not borrow Chilo-Nat.

"Why do you owe so much five thousand Galleons?" Avery was curious. This amount of money is astronomical for most people, and there is no chance to owe so much money.

It doesn't make sense to see Quirrell's tattered clothes.

Quirrell analyzed calmly and thought carefully.

First of all, you must never explain to the Death Eaters why you owe money.

Otherwise, his identity would be exposed, in case a certain dark wizard he met that day was under the Dark Lord's throne and jumped out curiously to say that the Dark Lord's commissioner owed five thousand Galleons that day.

Then the Dark Lord must be furious, and sent elite troops to check the truth.

Voldemort, with his wings on the back of his head, could not escape.

At that time, the master behind the head will die, and he will have no way out.

The master said earlier that the Horcrux is just a remnant soul, even if it is resurrected, it will not be complete. Their biggest goal is to devour the main body.

Well, there is only one reason!
"Losing at cards," said Quirrell.

It doesn't cost much to eat and drink, only gambling, the root of all evil.

If you play random cards, no matter how much money you have, you can export it.

As the saying goes, a small gamble is a big gamble for a happy family.

"How can you lose so much!" Avery was shocked, he couldn't believe it.

Is there any black wizard who doesn't play cards?
Who would say no to something for nothing?
If they could refuse, they wouldn't be a dark wizard.

"Where did you get the money!"

"Borrowed." Quirrell admitted frankly: "In the beginning, the interest rate was 20.00% per day, and 100% the next day."

"No way, I have to borrow money from my Hogwarts colleagues."

"This debt is too tiring, and I can't get along at Hogwarts."

"Take refuge in the Dark Lord, I am serious."

The Death Eaters gasped.

"You dare to borrow this money!" Avery's eyes were full of doubts: "Wait, don't you want to borrow some money from us to pay back Hogwarts, and then jump back after a while?"

"Or both sides are your creditors."

"These days, the one who owes money is the uncle, and no one is willing to kill you."

Avery's mind was clear, and many Death Eaters' eyes were shining. They discovered a new world.

The Dark Lord is back, stronger than ever.

The problem is, the White Wizard doesn't eat dry food either.

Dumbledore, the former headmaster of Hogwarts who defeated the previous Dark Lord Grindelwald, Mark, the current headmaster who called for the bombing of Voldemort, and thousands of ordinary wizards in the wizarding world who yearn for peace.

Whether the Dark Lord can win this time, no one knows.

Bet on both sides, the highest return.

Quirrell: "..."

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!
"Ugly words first." Avery stood up: "You want to join the Dark Lord, that's fine."

"But you have to submit a vote!"

Avery waved his hand: "Bring people up!"

Two Death Eaters were already on the side. Hearing Avery's order, they walked over carrying a little wizard in a Slytherin robe. The little wizard fell into a deep sleep, and the Death Eaters slowly moved the little wizard back To Quirrell's feet.

"Prove your loyalty to the Dark Lord!" said Avery.

When entering Gaunt's old house, Quirrell had been disarmed.

A wizard without a wand lost [-]% of his abilities.

Quirrell looked at the little wizard, with platinum blonde hair, wearing a handsome Slytherin school uniform, combing his hair like an adult, even in his deep sleep, he could still see his beauty.

Draco Malfoy.

The enemy is particularly jealous when they meet.

The fire in Quirrell's heart came up slowly.

He clenched his fists and stared angrily.

You're the one who bullied me on Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?

Die with me!

Without hesitation, Quirrell punched Malfoy.

"Damned!" Avery swung his wand, knocking Quirrell into the air.

Quirrell was a little confused.

What's the matter, didn't you ask me to kill him to prove my loyalty to the Dark Lord?
"Nonsense!" Avery was furious: "The dozens of brothers present heard it clearly. I just asked you to submit a certificate, and I didn't ask you to kill someone!"

"Platinum blonde hair, don't you recognize it?"

"In the entire wizarding world, only the direct blood of the Malfoy family grows like this!"

"He is the only son of Mr. Lucius, you actually want to kill him?"

"Do you know that Mr. Lucius is the Dark Lord's right-hand man and one of the most loyal subordinates!"

Quirrell lived in Bengbu.

Oops, I was too busy taking revenge just now, so I forgot about this.

According to speculation, Lucius got the Sorcerer's Stone and revived the master's Horcrux diary.

The diary is so powerful that it dominates the magic world.

As Lucius, who has the merits of being a dragon, what is his status on the side of the Death Eaters?
And Draco Malfoy, Lucius' only son.

How could the Death Eaters allow themselves to kill him?

"What do you mean?" Quirrell asked tentatively.

"Malfoy was cursed by the headmaster of Hogwarts, Mark, and couldn't wake up." Avery said in a heavy voice, "We tried our best, but we couldn't wake him up."

"so……"

"If you want to join the Dark Lord, go back to Hogwarts, hide, find out how to break the curse, and let Malfoy wake up."

"By then, Lucius must be very happy and regard you as a benefactor."

"With him as your strong backing in the Death Eaters group, no one would dare to bully you even if you are new here!"

The Dark Lord has all dark wizards under his command.

What is a black wizard?
Aggressive and fierce, vicious, newcomers will inevitably be bullied when they come.

Avery took the initiative to introduce the boss to Quirrell, and he felt that he was very interesting!
Quirrell smiled awkwardly but politely.

"You mean to let me be a traitor and sneak into Hogwarts?"

Avery nodded, he waved again, and two dark wizards jumped out and moved Malfoy away again.

Mark's disguised Dark Lord told him that the son of his loyal minister Lucius was cursed by the headmaster of Hogwarts. The headmaster couldn't find Lucius who revived the Dark Lord, so he could only vent his anger on Lucius' son.

As the Dark Lord, he couldn't let his subordinates shed blood and tears, and dedicated his youth and grandchildren!
So put Malfoy in the future Death Eater base, closely guarded.

Avery was in shock.

The Dark Lord of ten years ago was not like this!

The Dark Lord at that time was vicious and vicious, and the lives of his subordinates had nothing to do with him.

Now that I know how to care about my subordinates, the team cohesion has increased dramatically!

Avery made up his mind to seek an explanation for Lucius!

The arrival of Quirrell is an opportunity!

Avery looked at Quirrell with malicious eyes.

"Do you want to be the traitor, or not?"

What can Quirrell do?

He is also very desperate!

Dozens of Death Eaters stared at him, and Quirrell nodded in humiliation.

Not proper!

"I was bullied by Malfoy, and I had to risk my life to inquire about Principal Mark's solution to the curse. This job is too dangerous. Principal Mark is not a fool. If I find out that I have betrayed..." Quirrell's mouth was bitter.

Forget it, anyway, it's a stopgap measure, and if it's a big deal, I'll go back to Principal Mark and tell him the truth.

I believe Mr. Principal can understand my hypocrisy after being caught by Death Eaters.

"Then make an unbreakable oath." Avery said, "You gamblers are notorious for your words. Only an unbreakable oath can bring me a little bit of trust."

Quirrell sighed, and the unbreakable oath was made, and the chance of confession and leniency was gone.

Extending the head is also a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife.

Quirrell's anger rose from his heart, and his evil turned to his guts. He made an unbreakable oath on the spot, promising to do his best to find a way to wake Malfoy.

It's not the same as the Fidelity Curse.

The mantra of absolute loyalty keeps secrets, and the secret keeper can become an informer at any time.

The unbreakable oath is powerful, whoever dares to break the oath will die.

The unbreakable oath was made, Avery laughed out loud, and the Death Eaters around them were in expressionless mode, smiling, and the atmosphere suddenly became active.

"As the saying goes, speed is the most important thing." Avery said, "Go back to Hogwarts now."

Quirrell looked at the sky outside, the sun was setting, and it was time for dinner.

Hateful Death Eaters.

Don't even want to keep me for a meal!
"Where's my wand?" Quirrell asked.

The wand was easy to talk about, and Avery brought it to him immediately.

As long as Quirrell does his best to act as a traitor, the Death Eater group represented by Avery absolutely supports all his legitimate demands and is willing to be Quirrell's strongest backing.

"I'm a little tight recently, can you give me some start-up funds?" Quirrell asked again: "You know, who is Mark? The headmaster of Hogwarts!"

"I want to ask someone for advice, can't I give some gifts?"

"Have you seen anything before? I don't know what gifts to prepare. I have to ask the professors if there is anything that suits Mark's wishes and makes him happy."

"If you flatter him, he is willing to listen to me."

"It's another expense to talk to the professors."

Others asked for money as mission funds, and Avery had nothing to say, as long as there was a legitimate need, he would give as much as he wanted.

He is also a pure blood, and he has a small amount of money at home, so it doesn't matter if he has a little blood for the Dark Lord's work.

But Quirrell, a senior gambling dog who dares to borrow super loan sharks...

Ever was expressionless.

You can borrow a Knut from me, you're awesome.

Poor Quirrell can only walk out of Gaunt's old house alone, apparating to the door of Hogwarts.

"stop!"

A shout came from the front of the castle, startling Quirrell.

"It turned out to be Professor Quirrell."

Filch and his kitty looked up and down carefully to confirm Quirrell's identity.

"Okay, let's go in."

"Filch, what's the matter?" Quirrell was almost frightened into a nervous breakdown: "You are too serious today."

Filch was a well-known man who liked to trouble young wizards and had great respect for the professor.

It was the first time Quirrell had seen Filch drink violently to an adult wizard.

Filch smiled.

If you say this, I won't be hungry.

"No big deal."

"Do you know Sirius? Voldemort's general."

"He broke into Hogwarts today and ignored me."

"Do you think my temper can be tolerated?"

"I used three spells on the spot and severely injured him."

"Unfortunately, Sirius deserves to be Sirius. He was seriously injured and he was so arrogant that he wanted to fight me desperately."

"I thought to myself, if you run away, just forget about it because he also went to Hogwarts in the past, and fight me, have you never died?"

"I was just about to capture him and send him to Principal Mark for interrogation. A little wizard happened to come over. That little wizard didn't teach martial arts. He bullied Sirius and seriously injured him. He robbed me of my target. He beat Sirius to death."

"Who am I? I will only be pleased if the little wizard is capable. I have no objection to giving him half of the military medal for catching Sirius."

Filch carried his hands on his back, looking like a master.

"The little wizard is happy on his own. I'm afraid that Sirius' followers will come to rescue him. The gatekeepers must be ten times more cautious than before."

"Hey, don't admire me, I should do it."

"Everyone is for Hogwarts."

(End of this chapter)