The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

After listening to Quirrell's answer, Orlynworth looked at the snake-faced monster on the back of his head with admiration.

Good guy, he still calls himself Voldemort!I don't even know the formula of Folin agent!

He is not a brainstormer like the garlic-flavored young man in a big turban in front of him. He knew very well that Voldemort didn't tell him the absolute right at this time because he didn't know the answer to his question at all!

Voldemort's main thing now is to rob Gringotts, not to answer the questions he asked. Now Voldemort doesn't want to waste any time at all.

"Okay." Although he thought so in his heart, Orlynworth finally said to the garlic-smelling young man in front of him.

"Uh... I remember, I remember Dumbledore, I seem to ask you to send, send, send... a letter to the famous Harry, Harry Potter?" Ringworth said.

Orlynworth blinked.

"Of course, but I haven't delivered it yet. I will deliver it in the evening." He said nonsense seriously.

In fact, he was already laughing in his heart...

He didn't send a letter to Harry, which meant that he hadn't taken away the tattered little bag in Dumbledore's vault, so in the mind of the person in front of him, the "Sorcerer's Stone" was still in that vault.

But he just wants to let this big grievance go...

In the end, the person in front of him couldn't question him, because that would "expose" (in fact, he had already been exposed).

Anyway, he just liked teasing Voldemort, teasing him made him happy.

"Goodbye, Professor, I'm going back to school now." Orlynworth waved to Garlic Quirrell in front of him, and then Disapparated.

After returning to Hogwarts, Orlynworth thought of the garlic-flavored youth again...

Thinking of Voldemort on the back of his head looking at the empty 713 vault, would he be so angry that he would have a heart attack, and then... die?

He couldn't help laughing on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room.

It's really funny.

When Yan Zeyue came out of her dormitory, she saw Orlynworth lying on the sofa in the Gryffindor lounge and laughing all the time.

He was speechless in his heart.

He didn't understand why this man felt so happy?

Is it because you picked up Harry today? ! !

As soon as he thought of this, he glanced at the stairway of the boys' dormitory with a gloomy expression.

He didn't understand, he had had enough of a friend called the sixth who was pestering him, why did another Potter come? !

This is the rhythm to make him mad!

He took a few deep breaths to calm his irritability.

Anyway, there will be a few more cockroaches in Odyssex's bowl the next day...

But in the end he walked forward and put on a smiling face.

"Xiao Yuaner, what's wrong? What's so funny?"

Orlynworth sat up at his voice, and told him about his plot against Voldemort.

After hearing his explanation, Yan Zeyue raised her eyebrows.

How can Voldemort make you so happy? !

He gritted his teeth and thought.

He couldn't understand why... why a ghoul could make Orlynworth so happy! !

He is obviously much more handsome than that braised egg!

Why didn't Orlynworth smirk because of him! !

Orlynworth, who was curled up on the sofa with a smile at this moment, didn't know what Yan Zeyue was thinking...