Chapter 136： Quirrell: I've been tight lately
Professor Quirrell is very upset recently.
He is in an economic crisis.
His master, the Dark Lord, recently asked him to pay for a bottle of high-value unicorn blood. That thing is too expensive, even if all his net worth is hollowed out, he can't afford 30,000 gallons.
But there is really no way to violate the master's order. He can only borrow money from the group of people in Turnover Alley.
Professor Quirrell, who is not yet middle-aged, has no car or house, and has no girlfriend, owes a huge loan.
This makes him very anxious.
He can only comfort himself with the promises his master gave him every day.
No matter how much money he owes, he will be the biggest hero after the Dark Lord ruled the British magical world. When the time comes, the scum of loans, who would dare to come to him to talk about paying back the money.
There will be, there will be...
There will be cars, houses, and girlfriends.
Professor Quirrell relied on these mental pie drawn by Voldemort to fill his hunger.
But the future is the future, and the present is the present.
Recently, he has been dreaming. They are all the same dream. He dreamed that he was gnawing at the debt collector’s Awada and hiding in Tibet, but the Dark Lord was gone, and then he was about to be hit by a killing curse. When he was himself, he would suddenly wake up.
In the dark and icy night, Quirrell could only breathe heavily, and touched the Lord Dark Lord behind his head. If he thinks about him, he can sleep peacefully by eating two bites of mental pie.
But as this goes on, Quirrell almost can't hold on anymore.
Now he is pale every day, with big dark circles under his eyes, he went to the classroom to read textbooks feebly, and he almost fainted without reading a few words several times.
The day when the appointment was made was getting closer and closer. Every time Quirrell thought that the large sum of money he borrowed was about to be spent, his heart would be accompanied by a tingling pain.
This evening, while Quirrell was staring blankly in the office, Snape suddenly found him.
Snape looked at him very badly. He stared at Quirrell's dull eyes and said in a bad voice.
"Tonight, the professors at Hogwarts are preparing to organize an operation. A litter of fugitives appeared in Hogsmeade. Their bounty at the Ministry of Magic is very high. Several professors discussed their plan to kill them all and divide the bounty. , Do you want to participate?"
Qi Luo's numb and hollow eyes suddenly lit up!
Shaking his hands like chicken feet, he grabbed Snape's arm and asked hoarsely.
"How much is the bounty?"
Snape frowned and slapped his paws with disgust.
"Four people, a total of 15,000 bounty, now there are about four professors to join the action tonight, if it goes well, probably each person can be divided into more than 2,000 gallons."
"I'll go!" Quirrell agreed with excitement.
More than two thousand gallons, a lot, and there are so many professors involved, this action must be foolproof, and the money is like picking it up for nothing.
Snape looked at him coldly: "You are short of money?"
Qiluo clutched at the corner of the robe: "I have been tighter recently."
"You'd better not play tricks." He warned, "Assemble at the school gate at 1:00 in the morning."
After Snape left, Quirrell couldn't calm his excitement and walked around the office.
The big pie belongs to the big pie, but the money is only in his hands. It is disrespectful. If the Dark Lord's plan fails, he must leave himself a way out.
If all his money is really going to buy the bottle of unicorn blood, the master's plan fails, and after abandoning him and running away, can he have any other end besides drinking the northwest wind and waiting to die?
All this bounty must be hidden, to leave a way for yourself.
That is, Voldemort's current state is getting worse and worse, and Quirrell dared to think so when he was always in a deep sleep state, otherwise he would not dare to have such a rebellious idea of staying behind.
Quirrell hasn't rested, and when it was half an hour before one o'clock in the morning, he went out to the gate of Hogwarts.
Two professors have already arrived here.
is the Vice President Professor McGonagall and the Dean of Ravenclaw Professor Flivy.
stable!
When these two were there, Quirrell suddenly felt that his actions tonight were as simple as a child's play.
"Mak, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick." He stammered and greeted the two deans as usual, "Are you also involved in tonight's action?"
Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at Quirrell. She didn't feel very good about him, because many little wizards had reacted to her that Quirrell's class effect was too bad.
She nodded gently and said.
"Albus asked Filius and I to come over to prevent accidents. We will not participate in the final bounty division."
Quirrell's heart suddenly burst into flames.
What a perfect tool man!
They didn't wait long at the school gate. Several professors who participated in the operation came together.
Astronomy Professor Aurora Sinista, Ancient Magic Course Professor Bathsida Babling, Muggle Studies Professor Keridi Bubage, and Professor McGonagall who came to the battle and did not participate in the division of money , Professor Flitwick, the three deans of Professor Sprout, and Quirrell himself.
With such a lineup, what kind of black wizard can escape!
Quietly, Mimi Quietly clenched the magic wand in his hand Although he has fished a little recently, he is also a top student who graduated from Ravenclaw. Tonight, he must be more prominent, and the time will come. Money can have more confidence.
The seven professors left Hogwarts and came to an alley near the Pig’s Head Bar.
There is also an old man with a long beard full of sheepish smell waiting for them here.
Quirrell knows him, he is the owner and hostess of Pig’s Head Bar.
"Now these four people are left in the bar. They have already fallen asleep. I didn't dare to add something to their drink. Remember to keep your movements smaller." The old man murmured again, "Don't forget, Deng Blido promised to divide me two thousand gallons."
Even the owner of the pig’s head bar joined in!
Quirrell is no longer excited now, but he is a little unhappy instead.
One more person means that I have to give out an extra share of money, then I will take less.
He complained in his heart.
The commander-in-chief of this operation was Professor McGonagall. When she arrived at the pig's head bar, she began to whisperly assign targets to the four people who divided the money.
"Quiro, you go to the first room on the left, Sinistera is the second room on the left, Babling is the sixth room on the right, Bubbaji is the third room on the right, Felius and I, Pomona and the others are guarding below. Now, remember, use the coma spell three times before meeting, and then bring people down."
Very simple plan, as simple as he was studying in class.
Quirrell was slightly sweating on the palm of his wand holding it.
He and the other three professors quietly touched the second floor of the pig’s head bar.
After the four of them came to the door of their respective target's room, the four of them looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and kicked the door open together!
He is in an economic crisis.
His master, the Dark Lord, recently asked him to pay for a bottle of high-value unicorn blood. That thing is too expensive, even if all his net worth is hollowed out, he can't afford 30,000 gallons.
But there is really no way to violate the master's order. He can only borrow money from the group of people in Turnover Alley.
Professor Quirrell, who is not yet middle-aged, has no car or house, and has no girlfriend, owes a huge loan.
This makes him very anxious.
He can only comfort himself with the promises his master gave him every day.
No matter how much money he owes, he will be the biggest hero after the Dark Lord ruled the British magical world. When the time comes, the scum of loans, who would dare to come to him to talk about paying back the money.
There will be, there will be...
There will be cars, houses, and girlfriends.
Professor Quirrell relied on these mental pie drawn by Voldemort to fill his hunger.
But the future is the future, and the present is the present.
Recently, he has been dreaming. They are all the same dream. He dreamed that he was gnawing at the debt collector’s Awada and hiding in Tibet, but the Dark Lord was gone, and then he was about to be hit by a killing curse. When he was himself, he would suddenly wake up.
In the dark and icy night, Quirrell could only breathe heavily, and touched the Lord Dark Lord behind his head. If he thinks about him, he can sleep peacefully by eating two bites of mental pie.
But as this goes on, Quirrell almost can't hold on anymore.
Now he is pale every day, with big dark circles under his eyes, he went to the classroom to read textbooks feebly, and he almost fainted without reading a few words several times.
The day when the appointment was made was getting closer and closer. Every time Quirrell thought that the large sum of money he borrowed was about to be spent, his heart would be accompanied by a tingling pain.
This evening, while Quirrell was staring blankly in the office, Snape suddenly found him.
Snape looked at him very badly. He stared at Quirrell's dull eyes and said in a bad voice.
"Tonight, the professors at Hogwarts are preparing to organize an operation. A litter of fugitives appeared in Hogsmeade. Their bounty at the Ministry of Magic is very high. Several professors discussed their plan to kill them all and divide the bounty. , Do you want to participate?"
Qi Luo's numb and hollow eyes suddenly lit up!
Shaking his hands like chicken feet, he grabbed Snape's arm and asked hoarsely.
"How much is the bounty?"
Snape frowned and slapped his paws with disgust.
"Four people, a total of 15,000 bounty, now there are about four professors to join the action tonight, if it goes well, probably each person can be divided into more than 2,000 gallons."
"I'll go!" Quirrell agreed with excitement.
More than two thousand gallons, a lot, and there are so many professors involved, this action must be foolproof, and the money is like picking it up for nothing.
Snape looked at him coldly: "You are short of money?"
Qiluo clutched at the corner of the robe: "I have been tighter recently."
"You'd better not play tricks." He warned, "Assemble at the school gate at 1:00 in the morning."
After Snape left, Quirrell couldn't calm his excitement and walked around the office.
The big pie belongs to the big pie, but the money is only in his hands. It is disrespectful. If the Dark Lord's plan fails, he must leave himself a way out.
If all his money is really going to buy the bottle of unicorn blood, the master's plan fails, and after abandoning him and running away, can he have any other end besides drinking the northwest wind and waiting to die?
All this bounty must be hidden, to leave a way for yourself.
That is, Voldemort's current state is getting worse and worse, and Quirrell dared to think so when he was always in a deep sleep state, otherwise he would not dare to have such a rebellious idea of staying behind.
Quirrell hasn't rested, and when it was half an hour before one o'clock in the morning, he went out to the gate of Hogwarts.
Two professors have already arrived here.
is the Vice President Professor McGonagall and the Dean of Ravenclaw Professor Flivy.
stable!
When these two were there, Quirrell suddenly felt that his actions tonight were as simple as a child's play.
"Mak, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick." He stammered and greeted the two deans as usual, "Are you also involved in tonight's action?"
Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at Quirrell. She didn't feel very good about him, because many little wizards had reacted to her that Quirrell's class effect was too bad.
She nodded gently and said.
"Albus asked Filius and I to come over to prevent accidents. We will not participate in the final bounty division."
Quirrell's heart suddenly burst into flames.
What a perfect tool man!
They didn't wait long at the school gate. Several professors who participated in the operation came together.
Astronomy Professor Aurora Sinista, Ancient Magic Course Professor Bathsida Babling, Muggle Studies Professor Keridi Bubage, and Professor McGonagall who came to the battle and did not participate in the division of money , Professor Flitwick, the three deans of Professor Sprout, and Quirrell himself.
With such a lineup, what kind of black wizard can escape!
Quietly, Mimi Quietly clenched the magic wand in his hand Although he has fished a little recently, he is also a top student who graduated from Ravenclaw. Tonight, he must be more prominent, and the time will come. Money can have more confidence.
The seven professors left Hogwarts and came to an alley near the Pig’s Head Bar.
There is also an old man with a long beard full of sheepish smell waiting for them here.
Quirrell knows him, he is the owner and hostess of Pig’s Head Bar.
"Now these four people are left in the bar. They have already fallen asleep. I didn't dare to add something to their drink. Remember to keep your movements smaller." The old man murmured again, "Don't forget, Deng Blido promised to divide me two thousand gallons."
Even the owner of the pig’s head bar joined in!
Quirrell is no longer excited now, but he is a little unhappy instead.
One more person means that I have to give out an extra share of money, then I will take less.
He complained in his heart.
The commander-in-chief of this operation was Professor McGonagall. When she arrived at the pig's head bar, she began to whisperly assign targets to the four people who divided the money.
"Quiro, you go to the first room on the left, Sinistera is the second room on the left, Babling is the sixth room on the right, Bubbaji is the third room on the right, Felius and I, Pomona and the others are guarding below. Now, remember, use the coma spell three times before meeting, and then bring people down."
Very simple plan, as simple as he was studying in class.
Quirrell was slightly sweating on the palm of his wand holding it.
He and the other three professors quietly touched the second floor of the pig’s head bar.
After the four of them came to the door of their respective target's room, the four of them looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and kicked the door open together!
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