Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 21 Quirrell's Invitation

The farce created by Cornelius Fudge came to an end, and Klein put this matter behind his head as soon as he returned to the dormitory, and concentrated on deducing the tenth use of "Goat's Liver Fruit".

But what he didn't expect was that Crabbe and Gore, who had never liked reading, were holding a novel each, reading quietly and interestingly.

As for Draco.
Not in the dormitory.

"It's strange."

Glancing at the smirking duo over there, Klein muttered in a low voice.

Afterwards, he blocked all interference from the outside world and began to study the problem in front of him.

"too difficult."

Lying on the ancient hard desk in the library, Draco Malfoy hugged his head in frustration, and had deep doubts about his IQ.As a native Englishman, he never imagined that one day he would not be able to understand English.

Those letters are obviously familiar, why do they become so strange when they are combined together?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but flash the face of his classmate and roommate - Klein Grindelwald.

They are about the same age next year, how could the gap be so big!

"I still don't believe it."

Firmly scratching his docile, oiled hair, Draco puffed up his face, and opened the book again as if treating an enemy.

But unfortunately, after 3 minutes, he resumed the posture of holding his head.

Facing the absolute barrier, the young master lost again and again!
"Oh~ it really isn't that easy."

Draco Malfoy sighed.

To become an excellent wizard, three points are determined by nature, seven points depend on hard work, and the remaining ninety points depend on talent.

Since he couldn't learn it, he decided to relax for the time being.

Scanning around, I found that most of the students in the library were Ravenclaws in blue-trimmed robes, and there was no acquaintance.In desperation, he had no choice but to lay down on the table bored and start to let go.

But at this moment, a figure quietly came to the opposite side.

"Malfoy?"

The wizard with a scarf on his head stammered, and his face, which was slightly paler than ordinary people, was full of exhaustion.

"Who?"

Hearing the sound, Draco raised his head sharply.

"Take it easy. It's me."

The wizard smiled apologetically, even though he was facing his own student, his expression was still habitually cowardly and slightly ingratiating.

"Professor Quirrell?"

Draco was a little surprised, but he soon realized that he seemed too nervous just now, and quickly lowered his voice to say hello to the wizard in front of him.

"Is there a problem?"

"Hello, Malfoy. Are you alone?"

Quirrell rolled his eyes, as if looking for something, he rubbed his hands unnaturally while talking.

"Where is Grindelwald, that talented little guy, isn't he always with you?"

"So it was Klein."

After hearing this, Draco understood.

Meeting the expectant eyes of the other party, he replied truthfully.

"I came alone today. Klein went to the principal's office early in the morning and heard that someone from the Ministry of Magic came over."

"I know, it's because of the Order of Merlin."

Quirrell interrupted Draco stammering, clenched his fists quietly in the invisible sleeves of his robes.

"Ah."

Little Draco nodded, no wavering in his heart.

If Klein got a title like "Top Seeker" he'd be jealous.

But the Order of Merlin.
What is that, can I eat it?
Instead of being jealous of Klein, it's better to get ready to show off at next week's flying lesson.

"It's amazing. Grindelwald should be the youngest person in history to receive the Merlin Medal."

A meaningful smile appeared on Quirrell's face.Although his tone was full of admiration for Klein, if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that a trace of indescribable jealousy flashed in the depths of those brown eyes.

"Well, it's amazing."

Draco's tone was a bit perfunctory, obviously he didn't want to chat with Professor Quirrell endlessly in the library.

To be honest, he wasn't too impressed with this eccentric wizard.

If Draco had to make a ranking of "professors most annoying to freshmen", then Professor Quirrell would definitely be the second-to-last, second only to Professor Binns in History of Magic—a guy who only knows how to read old history from the script. ghost.

"It's very, very powerful."

Quirrell nodded, as if agreeing with Draco's point of view.He didn't know whether he was slow or pretended not to see the impatience on the other's face, but he pulled a chair and sat down opposite Draco.

Little Draco froze, as if he had been force-fed a fly.

"Did he say...his family situation, I mean, you must know where he is from."

In fact, if possible, Quirrell didn't want to cling to the name "Klein Grindelwald", but the order from the great master has been resounding in his mind.Therefore, he had to expend all his patience to force a disgusting smile and asked again.

"I don't know. He only said he was German."

Having said that, little Draco frowned.Thinking about it, he really didn't know any details about Klein.

So mysterious.

In the past, Draco thought that his friend was like the sun, always surrounded by countless people, but now it seems that that person is clearly an illusory fog, which makes people unable to see clearly or touch.

"Malfoy?"

Seeing little Draco in a daze, Quirrell suppressed the anger in his heart and raised his voice slightly.

"Oh, sorry, I lost my mind."

After all, he is still only 11 years old, and it is easy to get lost in thinking about things.Hearing the call, Draco snapped back to his senses, and subconsciously apologized.

"fine."

The facial muscles twitched slightly, and Quirrell pretended to be generous and forgave the kid he wanted to crush into meatloaf.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke word by word.

"Since Klein isn't here, I won't bother you.

But please do me a little favor, if you see Klein, please tell him: Quilinus Quirrell really wants to communicate with him in private. After some communication, the time will be set for next Wednesday, [-]pm point. "

"No, Klein will be in detention at eight o'clock in the evening, Professor Snape's."

After listening to Quirrell's words, Draco replied almost subconsciously.

"Oh"

Cursing inwardly, "Damn it," Quirrell laughed dryly.

"Then change it to seven o'clock in the evening, please. Please."

He really couldn't stay here for a moment. After giving the master's order, he didn't give little Draco any chance to refuse. He left his seat while clutching his thick scarf, and walked out of the library quickly.

Seeing the back of the wizard leaving, little Draco, who forcibly became a "speaker", was stunned for two seconds, and then curled his lips involuntarily.

"What a freak."

(End of this chapter)