The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Warfare Professor

At the tea party with Quirrell last week, Victor got a card that has not been shown so far, "[-] in [-] chance."

The lost dog Kuriko is looking for a one-in-a-million chance to reunite with his owner.

He was convinced that this card meant that Quirrell's turban, which had an ongoing relationship with ancient Egypt and the Pharaohs, would reunite with his fate thousands of years ago in the forbidden room.

Maybe tonight?It depends on whether the three-headed dog performs well tonight. After all, there is also a dog in the prophecy card.

Victor patted the three-headed dog's fur in a friendly manner, and the latter licked Victor's palm.

They are now in a gay relationship because of the "alliance of the same surname and the same name".

Give your name to a loyal dog. Fortunately, your name can be divided into three parts, otherwise it would be really difficult to call it.

They had to find a way to get Quirrell's turban off without having to face Voldemort.

Victor cleared his throat and shouted to Quirrell, who had endured two-thirds of the three-headed dog's wrath alone:

"Senior Quirrell, after this incident, please allow me, the expert on ancient Egyptian runes, Victor 6?1 von 6?1 Eisner, to have the opportunity to take a look at your purple turban. I will still Very interested in it..."

The three-headed dog’s ears stood up!

Name heard!Command heard!Aim for the purple bandana!

The unlucky Quirrell couldn't figure out what Victor on the other side of the three-headed dog did and why he didn't attract any firepower.

And the three-headed dog was even more targeted at him.His dark magic is not strong enough to withstand the attack of the three-headed dog of hell.

After becoming Voldemort's servant, Quirrell has been putting a lot of thought into serving his master.But he still couldn't fulfill all his master's wishes.

For example, getting better at black magic.

If Quirrell's black magic level was satisfactory, he wouldn't be unable to steal the magic stone now.

The Philosopher's Stone, the masterpiece of the great alchemist Nicolás Flamel.

Voldemort also tried his best to find him.It was said that he liked opera very much, so Quirrell was commissioned by Voldemort to have a "chance encounter" at the French opera house.

But whenever Quirrell woke up from his sleep in the opera house, almost half of the crowd had dispersed.Otherwise, he would have at least one chance to discover the great alchemist.

One night, after Nicolas Flamel and his wife enjoyed the performance, they deliberately turned the theater's old microphone into gold.Let the owner sell to develop the theater.

He is definitely alive and only Dumbledore can find him.Only Dumbledore is qualified to protect Flamel's Philosopher's Stone.

Back to the scene.At this time, Victor was in a corner where Quirrell couldn't see, taking out a hip flask and asking Locken to make him a soda.relax and happy.

"There should be no distractions during the battle."

Locken persuaded in the wine flask.

Victor told Locken, just watch.You'll know what to do later.Until then, make me a glass of sparkling grape water with a little less sugar. I don't want to go to the Granger Clinic for a dentist appointment.

"Please listen to me, young master."

Lock then diligently peeled the grape skins in the jug of peace.

Quirrell is facing a huge test.

The sleeping spell he cast had no effect on the three-headed dog.

Maybe the person who originally designed this curse never thought that the curse would be used on the three-headed hell dog?

After all, all you need to do to put it to sleep is put on a song, right?Why go to all the trouble of using magic spells.

And dark magic doesn't work very well on this magical animal.

Although this three-headed dog is not the real Cerberus covered in hell flames in Greek mythology, it is rough-skinned and thick-flesh.

Quirrell tried using Cruciatus, which he was not familiar with, and the magic spell hit the three-headed dog's paws, but there was no change.Is it possible that dogs have no bones in the soles of their feet?

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, "Professor Eisner, what are you doing? With all due respect, your attack seems to be completely ineffective."

The dog head who was assigned the name "Eisner" felt provoked.

Victor said that he had tried his best, but he himself could not protect himself.I can only survive by using armor to protect my body.

He suggested that if Quirrell still couldn't solve this big trouble, they might as well just bypass the three-headed dog and go to the room it was guarding.

"How to do it?"

Quirrell and Voldemort were eager to go directly.

Victor asked Quirrell to come to his side.

At the cost of a few flesh wounds on his back, Quirrell escaped from the dog's mouth and came to Victor.The latter used his armor to protect himself from the chasing canine fangs.

"My house elf Lockle can apparate in Hogwarts. Senior Quirrell, when it is ready, I will put my arm around your shoulder and we will go directly to its treasure room."

Victor knocked on the outer wall of the wine pot and told Locken that when he gave the order "Take me away" later, Locken would immediately use the magic of space transfer.

Locken stretched out his arm from the mouth of the wine bottle and gestured OK.

Victor said, now ask Senior Quirrell to stand where he is, facing himself. The moment he removes his armor protection, he will transfer space.

"I will put my arm around your shoulders." Victor assured Quirrell again.

The lock in the wine bottle sent a signal to Victor that he had found the destination of the space jump.

"Okay, then, get ready, Lock and Go."

"I'm……"

"Victor."

"Take me away."

The three-headed dog responded and opened its bloody mouth behind it.

Quirrell saw the moment Victor removed his armor, the middle head of the three-headed dog bit Victor's back of the neck and threw him high into the air.

Victor's horrified eyes shattered before him.Before he was taken away, his hands struggled to hold his turban.

The next second, Victor disappeared in mid-air.

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Professor Victor falls from the sky and scares the elves in the basement kitchen of Hogwarts.

Locken poked his head and explained to his compatriots that this was an attempt to apparate from Locken.He was willing to use a brewing master class in exchange for the kitchen elf not to tell anyone about this.

An agreement was reached, and the elves quickly cleaned up the mess Victor had made.Victor said he would quietly pay for the broken plates.

But now, he really couldn't hide his excitement.

"We did it, Locken. Beautiful timing. I think Quirrell thought I grabbed the hood in haste, and I didn't have time to see Voldemort."

Locken saluted Victor with a soldier's salute.

"I have to give Hagrid's three-headed dog some gifts when I have time. The one named 'Victor' cooperates very well with us. Do you think he will like roast chicken?"

"If little Master Victor wants to send food, remember to send three portions, otherwise the three heads will fight."

Of course, Victor said with a smile.

He completely unfolded the purple scarf he was holding in his hand, and Lokou stepped forward, pinching his nose repeatedly because of the smoke, and told Victor that the professor had indeed been soaked in garlic water.

Victor's attention was completely attracted by the complex patterns inside the turban.

"Do you think it is something from the Pharaoh, or some heritage from ancient Egypt?" Victor asked Locken.

Lockn held his breath and said softly, maybe.

"Okay, if tonight ends with us getting the ancient Egyptian heritage." Victor took out the bulk Pharaoh cards from his inner pocket.

"According to the prophecy of "[-] in [-] chance".

"I am the fate it has sought for thousands of years."

The cyan card was placed on the turban upside down by Victor, which means that the prophecy has been fulfilled.