The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

And standing in front of him, Chilo said innocently, maybe I am not a human, but you are a real dog!

That's right, Voldemort on the back of his head has been gnashing his teeth, cursing Orlynworth constantly.

But the young man in front of him had an innocent look, which made him wonder if he did it on purpose.

Although Olynworth can't see it, he has been in contact with Xiaomeng for so long, and he knows exactly what Xiaomeng is doing at this time. Yes, at this time, one of his system spirits surnamed Ying is probably already paralyzed with laughter. on the bed in the hut in the system space...

If he guessed correctly, there was still a pile of popcorn beside Xiaomeng's bed at this time...

If it weren't for Occlumency, his current expression would probably be the same as Xiaomeng's current expression.

God knows what the irritable Voldemort is thinking right now...

Orlynworth couldn't even look at Quirrell in front of him with an apologetic expression on his face. He tried his best to keep Snape's paralyzed face, so as not to laugh out loud.

"Oh, professor, your head is wet, or I'll give it to you again..." Orlynworth wanted to play for a while, but was stopped by the garlic-scented professor who had already reacted in front of him.

"It's okay, I'll do it by myself, I'll do it by myself." Olynworth was shocked, he didn't expect that under the pressure of his spell, the professor in front of him would read this sentence without stuttering talk.

But he was still a little speechless.

God knows how much this garlicky young man in front of him is afraid of that noseless and hairless village-level terrorist snake-faced socket man on the back of his head.

Quirrell grabbed his wand faster than he could have imagined, swung it, and the back of his head was completely clean, with no water left.

Orlynworth looked at the garlic-smelling young man in a big turban with a hint of emotion.

This is really a burst of desire to survive...

At this time, on the back of this garlic-flavored young man's head, a certain ugly, snake-faced man with no hair was speechless.

It didn't understand why he had to suffer this inexplicably because he just came to wait for Harry Potter in the Leaky Cauldron.

It didn't even understand why after coming to Diagon Alley, it didn't go to Gringotts for the first time, but came to the Leaky Cauldron to suffer.

"Professor Quirrell, I would like to ask, what is the formula of Felix Elixir?" Orlingworth stared at the garlic-flavored young man in front of him with his big eyes of seeking knowledge.

"what?"

Quirrell was completely bewildered, he never thought that the current young man would ask him such a profound question.

And Voldemort on the back of his head was silent too.

Maybe Voldemort is very good at black magic or some black magic rituals, but he doesn't know how to make Felicity Elixir.

It didn't have any in-depth research on potions, and he didn't know what the formula was.

He was lost in thought.

How on earth can he make his omnipotent person collapse in this garlic-flavored young man?

It fell into thought again.

"You tell him that this kind of question should be asked to Snape." Finally, Voldemort still thought of a method that cannot be called a solution.

Quirrell quickly relayed this sentence to Orlynworth.

In his mind, maybe its owner didn't bother to tell such a little bastard the formula of Forint...

At this time Voldemort also noticed his thoughts.

But he also took this kind of brain training for granted.