Hogwarts: I know a million points of black magic

Chapter 58 Hagrid: "I Work for Dumbledore"

Quirrell's aggressive behavior immediately aroused the vigilance of the security personnel in Gringotts.

You know, pulling out a wand in Gringotts and putting on a masterful fighting stance.

That's no different from robbing a bank with a heavy weapon in the Muggle world.

The wizard in charge of security immediately drew out his wand and pointed at Quirrell who was still lying on the ground.

At the same time, Hagrid, who was huge and hard to mess with at first sight,

He was also regarded as an accomplice because he stood too close to Quirrell.

At the same time, they were pointed at the head by a magic wand with red light.

Facing dozens of wands glowing red, it was Hagrid who was a half-blood giant.

At this time, there was no reason to be extremely nervous.

He is a half-giant, not a god-man.

He couldn't bear so many disarming spells.

Carefully swallowing his saliva, Hagrid carefully raised his huge hand, pointing high at the sky.

"Hagrid, why are you?" Harry on the side looked at the scene in bewilderment.

Because it happened so suddenly.

Right now, little Harry is still in a state of bewilderment, and he hasn't realized what happened at this point?
"Hands up, Harry!" Hagrid was in such a pain, he didn't expect such a crisis situation.

The kid Harry Potter still had time to ask himself questions.

"Cough cough." Hagrid coughed twice, showing that he was no longer a threat, and slowly walked a few steps forward.

Although he was panicked by these dozens of wands, he was not completely panicked.

Because Hagrid belongs to Dumbledore.

He went to Gringotts this time to serve Dumbledore.

Is this group of little security guards still impressed?

ridiculous!

"I'm for Deng." Full of confidence, Hagrid took a big step forward and said

His voice was full of endless confidence.

he!Hagrid!It's for Dumbledore!

He could already imagine that once he revealed his identity.

This group of wizards who are still drawing their sticks at him will immediately cast envious glances.

A wizard who saves money in Gringotts will also know his own existence.

He will immediately become the most beautiful boy in Hogwarts!
"I'm for Dumbledore."

"Disarm you!!"

Hagrid's self-confident and majestic body was too large, and just a simple movement provoked the fragile nerves of the security personnel.

Thanks to political enlightenment over the years, everyone in the wizarding world now lives and works in peace.

The worst thing is to rob and rob in the wild.

Such peerless murderers like robbing banks have rarely appeared

As a result, their group of security personnel was a little lax in training.

"I'm for Dumbledore. Ah!!"

Hagrid, who was still full of confidence, was immediately taken back a few steps by the Disarming Curse.

Fortunately, he has the blood of a half-giant, so Hagrid has good magic resistance.

So just shaking his head, he returned to normal.

Hagrid was a little annoyed.

Thinking about Hagrid's good deeds all his life, why did God punish him like this!
He wants to have a good reasoning with this group of security personnel.

"I'm for Dumbledore."

"Except your weapons!"

Hagrid: "Vorge."

. . . . . .

Quirrell, who was lying on the ground, even though he was lying on his stomach all the time, he was able to keep an eye on the situation at the scene.

"Quirrell, can you tell me what you're doing?"

Voldemort, who was behind Quirrell's head, had a painful expression on his face. Looking at Quirrell, who was facing an enemy, he couldn't speak for a long time, and he held back for a long time before he could utter a word.

"Sorry" Quirrell, who was still in a prostrate state, muttered, and said slowly: "I was nervous just now!"

His spine was slightly bent upwards, his wolf-like eyes were fixedly looking straight ahead, and the muscles in his calves were completely beating, jumping like crazy.

At this moment, Quirrell was like a sharp arrow, waiting for an order, and he would strike quickly.

It has been so fast that it can't cover its ears, and it has dealt a devastating blow to the enemy.

"Quirrell" Voldemort, who was located on the back of Quirrell's head, felt a headache when he saw that Quirrell was about to fight.

"Shouldn't we go and explain to them?" Voldemort's tone was calm, even a little soft.

He was afraid that Quirrell's head was abnormal,
Zhen held his wand and fought with those security personnel.

Isn't that pure and sick?

If it was before, Voldemort was confident that although Quirrell was timid, he still had some brains.

He still knows what can and cannot be done.

But now, his head is completely abnormal!
You just give him a wand and jokingly tell him to fuck Dumbledore.

You who thought it was just a joke, after Quirrell left with a serious face, what should you do next.

Until, three days later, you got the news that the dark wizard tried to invade Hogwarts and was surrendered by the headmaster Dumbledore.

Only then did you realize that he was really going to fight!

"What you said makes sense." Quirrell pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Then hurry up and explain now!" Looking at Quirrell's body that hadn't moved at all, Voldemort was a little anxious.

It makes sense, but you did it, what are you still doing here!
Quirrell: "."

Voldemort: "."

"My legs are cramping." After a while, when Voldemort had collapsed and screamed, Quirrell explained slowly: "The exercise was too intense just now, and now my legs hurt a little, and I can't stand up."

It was justified and well-founded, so that Voldemort, who was about to lose his temper, was speechless.

"Or." Voldemort said tentatively: "You just keep this posture, anyway, when talking to them, as long as you can move your tongue."

Quirrell: "."

Voldemort: "."

Quirrell: "."

Voldemort: "."

Quirrell: "."

Voldemort: "Are you disconnected? I think that idiot will be stunned by the Disarming Curse. Can you go out and say something!"

If it was before, he would have wished that Hagrid, a half-giant, was beaten to death.

But now, he only hoped that Quirrell could honestly go out and explain clearly to them.

Then quietly, secretly completed his task of stealing the Philosopher's Stone.

. . . . .

"I'm Dumbledore"

"Except your weapons!"

"what!"

"I'm Dumbledore"

"Except your weapons!"

"what!"

Five minutes later, Hagrid, who couldn't bear it any longer, became honest and obediently raised his hands.

He shut his big mouth tightly.

For no other reason, the Disarming Curse was too painful, and he really couldn't take it anymore.

After discovering that the giant Hagrid had finally stopped resisting, the security personnel also breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding the wand, he approached Hagrid and Quirrell step by step.

As for the helpless Harry Potter beside them.

Has been lavishly ignored by them.

Just a kid, what fighting power can he have?

Could this little brat be better than the dark wizard?
He is probably just a little kid with no strength to restrain a chicken, so what is there to be afraid of.

Could he still be the famous Harry Potter?
Harry Potter: "."

(End of this chapter)