Chapter 130： Weird Quirrell

Lynn became a crow.

is the crow that is as black as a crow in the world.

This is a bit different from what he had guessed before. He originally thought that because he prefers to eat sweets, maybe Animagus would become an insect like a small bee.

It turned out... Crows are also good.

No matter what kind of Animagus animal, it will provide a lot of help and convenience to the wizard, but the flying and small bird is undoubtedly the best Animagus form.

Not all wizards can fly directly like Voldemort without the help of flying broomsticks, so the flying Animagus helped Lynn a lot.

Moreover, creatures like crows are uncommon all over the world, and generally no one pays attention to them, and they are highly concealed.

Lynn’s freshness has not faded, especially the feeling of flying in the sky on his own, which I can’t experience riding a flying broomstick.

He flew to the place where he was when he transformed, took the wand that fell on the ground with his mouth, then flew back to the castle, and put the wand on a conspicuous balcony.

After turning into a crow, Lynn felt that his magic power was sealed in his body, and could not use magic until he turned back into a human body.

And he can't hold the wand in his hand now, nor can he recite the spell in his mouth.

After hiding the wand, he flew around the castle of Hogwarts, and then flew in the direction of Hogsmeade.

I learned Animagus, how can I use the secret path when I sneak out?

At this time, almost all the shops in Wizard Town have closed. Now the only two bars in the town that are still lit.

Three broom bars and pig head bars.

In addition to selling wine and food, these two bars also work part-time as hotels and provide accommodation for pedestrians.

Lynn flapped his wings and came to the lighted window of the three broom bars.

There was a splash of water inside, and Ms. Rosemerta, the proprietress who had been busy all day, was taking a bath.

The light was so white that it caught Lynn's eyes off guard, and he staggered and almost fell off the window sill.

After recovering, Lynn hurriedly left the three broom bars again waving his wings.

See no evil, see no evil...

Lynn is a serious crow, and learning Animagus is definitely not for peeking at girls in bathing.

The serious crow flew around Hogsmeade again, although the rain showered it like a chicken, but Lynn didn't care.

He landed on a branch next to the pig's head bar and shook the rain on his body. When he was about to return to Hogwarts, a room on the second floor of the bar suddenly lit up.

Through the window, Lynn saw the hump-backed old man crawling off the bed. He was still holding a strip of white powder in his hand, and looked around with a somewhat wary expression.

He saw Lynn outside the window, and he looked at each other as well.

"It's bad luck, the smelly crows go quickly."

Obviously he was going to do something ulterior, but Lynn was not interested in it, he had enough trouble.

Lynn yelled twice and flew to the sky, towards Hogwarts Castle.

The rain has begun to gradually decrease, but it hasn't stopped completely, just like a faucet that is not tightened, it is still dripping.

He found the balcony where he hid his wand. Just as he had just picked up the wand and was about to find a suitable place to transform back into a human form, a sound of footsteps from far and near suddenly attracted his attention.

Lynn stood on the window sill with a magic wand, ready to see which bear kid was not sleeping in the castle at night.

Soon, he saw a familiar figure.

A Dark Arts Defense class professor with a scarf on his head-Quirrell.

He looked a little impatient, and opened every classroom door he passed by in the corridor, as if looking for a suitable empty classroom.

His behavior was a little weird, which made Lynn aroused curiosity.

It's the time when Harry Potter just won the second Quidditch match, and the one who arrived at Hagrid was named Norbert Dragon.

Lynn vaguely remembered that Quirrell and Voldemort were not doing anything other than selling a dragon egg to Hagrid during this time.

But the way he is now, obviously doesn't look like he is going to do serious business.

Lynn put down the magic wand in his mouth, quietly jumped on the windowsill, and followed Quirrell.

Quirrell hurriedly found a lot of empty classrooms on the fifth floor of the castle, and finally chose a classroom without desks and chairs and walked in.

After he walked into the classroom, Lynn counted ten seconds in his heart before jumping off the window sill lightly.

He did not wave his wings, but under the cover of the sound of rain, cautiously walked to the classroom window with two paws.

He waited quietly under the window sill. He didn't let him wait long. A lightning bolt suddenly fell from the sky. Through the window, it illuminated the corridors in the castle for an instant, and then returned to darkness.

After the lightning passed, Lynn estimated the time in his heart, and at the same time as the thunder came, he flapped his wings and landed on the classroom window sill.

Under the cover of thunder, all these movements were silentLynn carefully stood on the side of the window sill, poking his head to observe the situation in the classroom.

Quirrell seemed to have just cleaned up the venue. He stood in the middle of the empty classroom, stretched out his wand, and turned a green flame on the floor.

The flames seemed to have no temperature. At first glance, people couldn't produce the slightest warm feeling. Some were just a coldness rising from the depths of the soul.

Qiluo was standing beside the beating cold flames, with the green fire shining on his face, his face looked like a dead body, only a piece of wood.

He seemed to be waiting for time.

It didn't take long, probably around one o'clock in the morning, that he finally got the action.

took out a bag of white powder from the pocket of the robe. Quill first put on the wide hood of the robe to cover up his appearance, then pinched a small amount from it and threw it into the green flame.

The flame suddenly became distorted, and slowly, a rickety old figure appeared in the green fire.

Lynn, who was peeping from the window sill, saw the hunched old man, his scarlet pupils shrank suddenly.

The other party did not hide his face. He had just met this person, in the guest room on the second floor of Hogsmeade’s Pig’s Head Bar.

At the time, he was also holding the same white powder as Quirrell's.

Obviously, they are communicating in real time in some way.

The figure of the humpbacked old man in the flame looked a little illusory, he said in a hoarse voice.

"We have talked so many times, so can you accept my price?"

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