I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Quirrell kicked the guest room door open.

As soon as he entered the door, without saying a word, he raised his wand and pointed it at the man lying on the bed.

The hunchbacked old man was awakened the moment Quirrell kicked the door and entered. He was always vigilant in a place like this and slept lightly.

However, Quirrell didn't know whether he was stimulated by the bounty, or the temper that had been suppressed for so many days finally broke out.

He used the spell very fast, almost the moment he opened the door, a dazzling red light emerged from the tip of his wand, and the next moment, the silent stun spell hit the hunchback who had just woken up from the bed old man.

After taking a stun spell, the old man didn't pass out immediately. He forced his eyelids to look at Quirrell, just as he was about to stretch out his finger, the next stun spell landed on him again!

After being hit by two stun spells, the hunchbacked old man couldn't hold it any longer, and completely passed out on the bed.

Quirrell kept Professor McGonagall's words in mind, so he didn't rush forward, but added another stun spell and three stun spells, unless it was a creature with high magic resistance such as giants, trolls, dragons, and unicorns. No one can afford it.

After confirming that the hunchbacked old man had completely lost his ability to resist, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward with a relaxed smile on his face, and turned the hunchbacked old man over.

The moonlight outside the window shone on the hunchbacked old man's face, and Quirrell suddenly jumped back in horror!

this person!

Why so familiar!

Quirrell had his back and limbs pressed against the wall, his eyes staring like two dove eggs, staring at the hunchbacked old man's face.

That's right, he can't remember wrong, it's him, this person is the wizard who made an appointment with him to trade the day after tomorrow!

But what's up with him now?

Why do you fall on the bed?

Did you do this yourself?

Quirrell's face was terrifyingly pale, and he was so terrified that he was in a trance!

He would never have imagined that a wanted criminal who came here just to make some extra money would be the target of the transaction designated by the Dark Lord!

Quirrell is terrified now!

He didn't dare to think that the Dark Lord knew about the consequences of this incident. He had to save it all. Now that the hunchbacked old man was in a coma, maybe the bottle of blood was on him.

Yes, it is on him, as long as he takes it now, no one will find out, and Lord Dark Lord will not blame himself, and the large sum of money that he has loaned can no longer be spent, and a bright future seems to be in wave to him!

Quirrell walked towards the hunchbacked old man lying on the bed step by step with blurry eyes, looking like a lunatic who was about to invade the girl.

However, just as he walked to the bedside, someone suddenly said at the door.

"What do you want Quirrell to do?"

Quirrell's body froze instantly, his neck rusted and turned to look at the door.

It was astronomy class professor Aurora Sinista. She was a slender woman with dark skin. She was looking at Quirrell with disgust and asking.

"I-I'm not going to do anything."

Quirrell's mind was weighing, if he put Aurora Sinista in now, and later would explain to Professor McGonagall that she was accidentally wounded in battle, how likely would he be able to gain trust.

But before he could make up his mind, the three deans of Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout appeared in front of the door.

Quirrell knew he was all done.

"Hurry up Quirrell, we've notified the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic and they'll be here soon."

Quirrell could only drag the hunchbacked old man out. In the process of dragging, he frantically groped the old man with both hands, hoping to find what he wanted.

It's a pity that not only did he not touch anything, but Aurora Sinista saw his small movements again. The astronomy professor looked at him with more and more contempt. He was far away from him, as if he was afraid that he would get dirty. Same as myself.

None of the hunchbacked old man's group of four escaped, and they were all shot by the Hogwarts professors.

At this time, the four dark wizards who had been stunned were placed side by side on the first floor of the Pig's Head Bar.

One by one, Professor McGonagall cast the Manifestation Charm on them.

The four people lying on the ground showed their true forms, leaving the other three aside, just by looking at the goblin professors who turned from a hunchbacked old man, they knew that they had not caught the wrong person.

The faces of the three professors except Quirrell all showed joy.

Only Quirrell's face was ashen, and he leaned against the wall in despair, as if he was going to be buried tomorrow.

The Auror from the Ministry of Magic came soon, and the person who came was Kingsley. He chatted with Professor McGonagall a few times, and promised that after communicating with the French Ministry of Magic, the bounty would be paid soon. into their hands.

The Aurors quickly took the four dark wizards away. Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a good mood. She was not interested in money. She was happy that no professor was injured after the operation.

"This time the bounty is 15,000 Galleons in total. Excluding the 5,000 for the information provider and the 2,000 for the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, the remaining 8,000 are divided equally among the four of you, exactly 2,000 Galleons each."

On the way back to Hogwarts, the professors here were laughing and laughing, while Quirrell was alone and sadly hanging behind.

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected, I just think they are noisy.

Quirrell didn't know the words, but that was how he felt at the moment.

He looked up at the night sky, and a crow was just flapping its wings flying over his head, and he thought it had been a terrible day.

Another dark and icy night.

After Quirrell returned to where he lived in the castle, he lay silently on the bed, staring at the wall with a numb expression on his side.

After an unknown amount of time, his body suddenly trembled, and an angry voice that did not belong to him sounded from the back of his head.

"Quiro! How dare you betray me!"

Quirrell's body was shaking uncontrollably, he cried and begged.

"No master! I am your most loyal servant, I...how could I betray you...I don't know...I don't know that the person they want to arrest is actually the target of the transaction...I really don't know...Please forgive me Master...please...ah!!!"

Quirrell suddenly held his head, opened his mouth wide, and let out a silent whimper.

He seemed to be in extreme pain, but no matter how twisted, shaken, tortured he was, he couldn't make a sound!

I don't know how long, maybe just a minute, but to Quirrell it felt like a whole year.

That inhuman torture was finally over.

Quirrell huddled into a ball, pitifully like a boiled prawn.

"If you can't buy the blood of unicorns, use the blood from the Forbidden Forest! Don't let me down again Quirrell this time! Otherwise, next time it won't be such a simple punishment!"

"I, I know... Master... I will make it..."