Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Maybe I should add more cumin?" Carlos bit the tail of the quill thoughtfully, then scratched his head and said, "Would it taste better?"

"What about the efficacy of the medicine?" Ernie asked casually. He was holding his transfiguration notes. It seemed that he had been reviewing for the past few days because the exam was about to take place.

"The effect of the medicine shouldn't change?" Carlos guessed, "But the taste will definitely change."

"It's unnecessary." Ernie shrugged and closed his notebook: "Maybe you should review it too."

"Review?" Carlos was stunned for a moment: "Is Hogwarts going to hold a cooking competition?"

"Of course not..." Ernie curled his lips and said, "Don't you know it's already June?"

"So?" Carlos put down his quill and asked curiously: "Do you also want to spend the Winged Demon Protection Day with me?"

"..." Ernie rolled his eyes at Carlos, then stood up and put his notebook on the table: "We are about to have the final exam."

"Are you confident you can pass the exam?"

"Exam?" Carlos was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that there seemed to be a final exam at Hogwarts... In the last few days after leaving school, the professors would assess all the students... and then test their skills. Learning achievements over the past year.

"Ahem, of course...of course I have reviewed carefully..." Carlos said with a smile, then stood up and said: "I'm going to find Professor Rozier...to ask for advice on Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

With that said, he stood up and ran away, leaving Ernie, who was about to continue persuading him to study, to sit down helplessly.

"Is this guy...really reviewing?" Ernie shook his head, and then secretly started his own review.

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"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?" Mane, who was lying on Carlos's shoulder, looked at him curiously, then scratched his belly.

"No, no, no... of course we are not going to steal our knowledge." Carlos shook his finger: "We are going to study something greater!" He said and patted his belt, which had many small things hanging on it. bottle.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?" Mane shook his head, then lay on Carlos's shoulder.

"This is definitely better than going to Gringotts to steal Galleons." Carlos muttered and walked up the stairs.

I don't know if it's because the end of the semester is approaching, but there aren't many students running around in Hogwarts. Occasionally, I see a student, who is also a little lion from Gryffindor House.

"Look at them, how energetic they are." Carlos watched several lion cubs running through the corridor: "This is what our little wizards want."

"You know, Grandpa Newt told me that if you want to become a great wizard first, you must first have a good body and... Oops!" Carlos was saying this to Mane, and they bumped into each other without paying attention. onto someone else.

"Sorry..." Carlos muttered and raised his head to look at the person he bumped into. To his surprise, the person he bumped into was not a student, but a professor.

"Mr. Emmanuel." Quirrell seemed a little surprised, but he was only slightly surprised, and then returned to his indifferent appearance.

"Professor Quirrell..." Carlos smiled. This hard-working professor indeed deserves his respect!You know, he is responsible for protecting the magic stone.

Looking at the smiling little wizard, Quirrell felt happy. He didn't expect to bump into Carlos here... Maybe he could ask him carefully about the package?

Quirrell wasn't quite sure yet, what was in the package...

"Where are you going?" So Quirrell asked: "I just have something... I want to ask you to take care of it." He said with a smile, but this smile seemed a bit... a bit permeable to Carlos. .

"I'm going to find Professor Rozier..." Carlos said slowly: "I made an appointment with him."

"Is this so?" Quirrell was not very happy... He originally thought he had found a good opportunity... but he didn't expect that the mysterious guy would take the lead again.

"Then I'll go first, Professor..." Carlos nodded and turned around to leave. However, as soon as he took two steps, Quirrell grabbed his robe.

"Wait..." Quirrell's voice sounded from behind, and the inexplicable coldness made Carlos shiver.

"Ahem, what is it, Professor?" Carlos turned his head and asked. Mane also emerged from his collar and looked at Quirrell with a puzzled face.

"There's something... I want to ask you." Quirrell said slowly, his eyes glanced at Mane, and then without waiting for Carlos to respond, he asked: "I heard that Principal Dumbledore gave you a gift A gift..."

"..." Carlos was stunned. He didn't expect Ron and Harry to be so loud... He told them about this matter, and they actually said it out so quickly.

What a plus to Hagrid!

"Ahem, professor, what kind of gift is this?" Carlos said, pretending not to know: "I don't know too much." He didn't want these professors to know that he was going to hatch a bad bird...

After all, Principal Dumbledore just thought he was going to eat the evil bird.

Carlos's reaction made Quirrell nodded slightly... This reaction was what he expected, and he also knew...it was impossible for Carlos to tell what the gift was.

But this kind of cover-up also proves that... that thing is very precious, right?

Quirrell nodded slightly when he thought of this. His eyes swept across Carlos' face, making him subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

"I understand..." Quirrell said slowly.

Watching Quirrell nod and leave, Carlos breathed a sigh of relief and made up his mind to make Ron and Harry look good to these two big mouths!

Looking at Carlos walking away, Quirrell waved the wand in his hand gently: "azimuth mark..."

A faint silver light emerged from the tip of the staff, and then floated to Carlos... Looking at the unaware boy, Quirrell nodded slightly.

With this curse... no matter where Carlos goes, he can sense it...

Dumbledore, Dumbledore... It seems that I have the upper hand in this game...

Quirrell smiled and walked away.

He just needs to wait now, waiting for Dumbledore to leave... As soon as he leaves Hogwarts, Quirrell will take action immediately.

Both for himself and for his great master.

"Jie Jie Jie..." The gloomy laughter echoed gently in the corridor, and then flew out of the glass showcase with the wind.