Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 8 Horns on the head. A face?
"Long time no see! Hera, don't learn how to speak like me!!!"

Quirinus Quirrell (hereinafter referred to as Quirrell) stammered and protested that since he stuttered, he hates others to imitate him.

This is a problem he just contracted not long ago, probably during this winter vacation, when he returned from the dark forest, he began to be afraid of everything, afraid of students, afraid of the subjects he taught.

He has also started to stammer since then.

Hera didn't mean to imitate Quirrell, mainly because she said bad things secretly and was caught by the Lord, which was a bit embarrassing.

Old Tom took a rag and wiped the already shiny wine glass in his hand, but his mind was all on Hera and Quirrell. This kind of vulgar scene at 08:30 was his favorite.

"Ahem, no, you are my best friend!" Hera showed a bright smile, and patted Quirrell's arm quite 'excitedly', "It's just that I haven't seen you for a long time, so I'm a little excited!"

"It's nice to meet you too. It's been a long time since I met you. You borrowed the Galleon before."

Quirrell said vaguely, as if he felt that it was necessary to mention this matter now, far exceeding the importance of reminiscing about the past.

However, Hera reacted quite sharply, drank the butter beer she just bought in one gulp, then looked down at the empty wrist, and then said with an anxious expression:
"Good friend, I really want to have a good drink with you, but I really have some urgent things to do now, so I will definitely buy you a drink next time I have a chance."

Quirrell looked at Hera who was fleeing, and put down his palm weakly. It seemed that his Jin Gallon would not come back.

"Professor Quirrell, congratulations on getting the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Do you want to drink something? I invite you, but only today." Old Tom came over with a rag, and took away the wine glass on the table casually.

"Thank you, but I still can't, please open a room for me." Quirrell stammered.

The picture turned to Hera's side. Hera rushed into her room, leaned against the door tightly, and hung the door bolt, her chest heaving violently.

"Damn it, I met that guy Quirrell here. It seems that he owes him 80 er, no, it's 78 Gold Galleons and 5 Silver Sickles!"

Hera tried to calm down for a while, listening to the sound outside, and confirmed that Quirrell hadn't followed. Then she breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the bed a little lonely.

"There are more and more creditors. It seems that the British wizarding world can't get along anymore. Why don't you follow those Greeks to do smuggling business?"

Thinking back to the few Greeks I knew before, Hera was in a cold war again. When they fought and avoided the pursuit of Aurors, they often suffered curses on their bodies.

If possible, Hera still wants to keep her handsome image.

"Tch, why are you thinking so much? Anyway, that guy Quilo is stuttering. Just interrupt him and keep him from speaking. It's just that I haven't seen him for so long. Why is he still wearing a purple scarf in hot weather? It's all rotten, why don't you take it off and wash it?

Sure enough, that guy Quirinus has fallen."

Hera scratched Garen's chin, regardless of whether Garen could understand it or not, she started complaining to it anyway.

And Quirrell, who was two rooms away from Hera's room, cast several detection and protection spells in the room, and then raised his hand and took off the turban on his head.

Quirrell's bare head looks surprisingly small, but at the place where the back of Quirrell's head should be, there is a face, an indescribably hideous and terrifying face, the color is as dead white as chalk, the red eyes are shining, and there are two snake-like nostrils underneath.

"Who was that child just now." The face said in a hoarse voice: "When I saw him, I had a very strange feeling."

"It's Hera Lestrange from Slytherin, two grades younger than me at school, a fellow blinded by money, who would sell everything for money."

Quirrell replied in a low voice, he had some bad premonition, probably as if a new guinea pig was sent to the medical students' dissection class, and he was the poor guy who had been dissected and was about to be thrown into the trash can.

A sense of crisis!
Yes, a sense of crisis!

The face of "Lestrange" was a little surprised. You must know that this is not easy. After all, the facial features have become like this, and it is a miracle to be able to make an expression.

"They have been my most loyal servants. Even after that night's fall, they still believe that I will come back"

Quirrell's body trembled slightly, as if his premonition was about to come true.

He silently closed his eyes ready to accept it all.

For the Dark Lord, everything is worth it.

"Go and get in touch with him, we need help. You fool." The face sensed Quirrell's emotions, and he cursed angrily.

Damn it, if I wasn't so weak now, how could I look up to such a cowardly wizard.

"Yes, master." Quirrell nodded, then silently picked up the purple turban that fell aside and wrapped it around himself.

After removing all kinds of protection and detection magic cast before, Quirrell opened the door latch, and knocked on the door of Hera's room according to the room number given by Old Tom.

Boom boom boom!
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The hands in the room that were "up and down" on Garen's body froze instantly. Hera carefully got up from the bed, not daring to wear slippers, and walked towards the door on tiptoe.

Boom boom boom!
This time the knock on the door was louder and more urgent than before. It was obvious that the people outside the door were not very patient.

"Hera, I'm not here to urge you to pay back the money. I have something to discuss with you. Can you let me in?"

Quirrell's voice stopped stuttering, but Hera didn't care. At this moment, he was facing one of the most embarrassing things in his life-the creditor came to his door.

Hera had to experience this kind of thing dozens of times a year, so he simply wandered around, at least in this way the creditor would not be able to find him, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing in the Leaky Cauldron.

"I hope you can do something for me." Quirrell knew that Hera was in the room, so he released his ultimate weapon directly.

"I can pay you Galleons!"

Boom~!

The door opened, and a handsome face with a flattering smile appeared in front of Quirrell.

Hera moved sideways against the door enough for Quirrell to enter sideways.

"Quirinas, what are you kidding? We are best friends, it hurts to talk about Jin Gallon!"

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