There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 120 Quirrell and the Chamber of Secrets

It is passed down from generation to generation.

Money can pass through gods, and money can serve ghosts.

The money is really in place, so it doesn't matter if Mo Tuui ghosts.

In the capitalist world, both wizards and Muggles have learned the importance of money since childhood.

The impoverished Weasley family depended entirely on Arthur working alone, Molly was a full-time wife, Charlie and Bill had just graduated and it was difficult to support themselves, let alone subsidize the family.

Percy, George, Fred, Ron, and ten-year-old Ginny, a large family waiting for Arthur to support him, what can he do with his little money?

At a young age, Ron knew how to subsidize his family.

So moved.

I'm crying, how about you?
Ron took the thousand Galleons, his heart was pounding, and he looked at Percy next to him.

Brother, our family is rich!

I can buy new clothes instead of second-hand ones!
It's hard to say if we have been together for a few years and have a little affection. It's just a multi-handed mouse that has only been playing for a few days. Ron said that Snape is a good person and can deal with it. This kind of thing is a little more troublesome.

The yellow-haired mouse is desperate.

Current owner, former owner, don't just watch, help me.

Sell ​​cute Scabbers for some money.

Your conscience won't hurt.

Ron was in high spirits, Percy was expressionless.

Sorry, no.

The Animagus transformation is amazing, it's a total transformation from beginning to end.

After becoming an animal, except that the mind is one's own, everything else is no different from the native animals.

Not even a werewolf with the keenest sense of smell could tell the difference.

Back then, on a full moon night, at the top of Hogwarts...the Whomping Willow next to it led directly to the Hogsmeade Shrieking Shack, Lupine would come and howl like a wolf.

James turned into a stag, Sirius turned into a black dog, and together with Peter the mouse, they formed Gryffindor Zoo.

At that time, werewolves had a strong desire to attack humans, but they would not harm other animals.

Now, the yellow-haired mouse that Peter turned into was caught by Snape, and it didn't even have a chance to resist.

"No, I still have one last chance!" Peter rolled his small eyes and bit Snape's finger hard.

Snakes are natural enemies of mice.

The mouse wants to bite the Slytherin Snake King, isn't it a dream?
Snape pinched it so hard that Peter couldn't bite down from the pain.

Then Snape walked out of the Gryffindor common room.

Just now on the Gryffindor site, pay attention to the influence.

After walking out, without hesitation, he pulled out the teeth of the yellow-haired mouse in his hand, and it squeaked in pain.

"Don't worry." Snape said softly, "I told people some time ago that if Voldemort is caught, then I will prepare a mountain of rice, a mountain of face, and a big copper lock."

"Then torment Voldemort day and night, telling him that when the chickens finish pecking the rice, the dogs finish licking the dough, and the fire burns the locks, give him a good time."

"On the day he endured the suffering and finally died, I will forget everything about him and start over."

Voldemort killed Lily with his own hands, and Snape's hatred for Voldemort was higher than mountains and deeper than seas.

"Now, I haven't caught Voldemort, so I can give you a taste of the means left for him." Snape's voice was gentle, his eyes full of undisguised malice.

"Peter, you snitched and caused Lily's death. I'll let you know what the real pain is!"

The mouse struggled harder.

Snape hated Peter no less than Voldemort.

There were footsteps behind him, Snape turned his head suddenly and saw Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell, I'm very busy now." Snape said, "No matter what, can you come to me in a few days?"

Quirrell swallowed.

The malice in Snape's eyes when he turned his head just now made his heart beat faster.

He heard what Snape said to the yellow-haired mouse, and couldn't help complaining about Voldemort.

What about the nail you drove into the deepest part of the White Wizard?

The worst is a double agent, how about hedging the bet?
People jumped back so early, they have thought of a way to torture you!

"It's a good thing I didn't have a showdown with Snape just now." Quirrell shuddered.

Otherwise, as Voldemort's running dog, he would probably be locked up in Snape's office and undergo all kinds of torture.

"Professor Snape, you have to do something first." Quirrell forced a smile.

He swore that he would never look for Snape again in his life.

Snape happily left with the yellow-haired mouse.

He suffered bitterly and bitterly all day long, and many Hogwarts students suspected that he had schizophrenia...depression. Some people on the road saw Snape smiling and couldn't help being suspicious.

Could it be that an old tree grows new branches?
"Master, Snape is unreliable!" Quirrell cried out in agony, he was only one step away from self-destruction, almost cold.

"It's my fault." Voldemort admitted his mistake.

"Who would have thought that the nail I inserted with my own hands would hate me so much?"

Voldemort said with emotion: "Fortunately, we found the problem in advance, Quirrell, you made a great contribution!"

"Otherwise we will leak the confidential information to him in the future, and we will be at a disadvantage!"

Quirrell didn't want to hear Voldemort's vision of the future.

Quirrell just wanted to know what to do now.

Voldemort mused.

He knew many professors at Hogwarts when he was young, but unfortunately time has changed, and the professors at that time were either cool or retired.

Now he was still dawdling in Hogwarts, except for Snape, he couldn't think of anyone else.

"Don't worry, let me think about it."

For thousands of years, Hogwarts has hidden too many secrets.

Some secrets are crucial and have far-reaching consequences.

"It's a pity that the requirements of the Room of Requirement are too strict. Otherwise, the soul in Ravenclaw's crown will be revived, and I will have many helpers." Voldemort frowned. His biggest problem was that he had too few men.

No one listened to him except Quirrell.

"and many more……"

Voldemort's eyes lit up.

It doesn't matter if no one is obedient.

I can play with snakes!

I, the greatest of the Big Four at Hogwarts, the descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the most powerful Dark Lord in history, can't command people, and can't control snakes?
Good snake!
Stupid brains... Voldemort meant that snakes were loyal.

Human beings have too many eyes, and snakes are dead set.

"It seems that I have to unseal the last resort of staying at Hogwarts." Voldemort said in a deep voice: "Quirrell, go to the girls' bathroom."

Quirrell's face twisted.

As a loyal minister, Quirrell felt that the time had come to exhort him with his life!
Master, master, your most important goal now is resurrection.

When you are resurrected, what kind of woman doesn't exist?
No need to peep now!

Spy on your uncle!
The veins in the corners of Voldemort's eyes popped out. I only have one face left, and it's still growing on the back of your head. What's the point of peeping at girls washing?
If you want to kill a thief, you will be powerless!

There is no basic function!

Besides, the public girls' bathroom can't take a shower, so there's nothing to peek at.

Quirrell heaved a sigh of relief, but fortunately, he almost misunderstood his master's abstinence for many years, couldn't bear it, and wanted to indulge one last time.

But places like the girls' bathroom are more dangerous to Quirrell than the Slytherin head's office, the headmaster's office, and so on.

To go to that kind of place, you must be quiet at night, avoid all sights, and cannot be discovered by anyone.

The whole Hogwarts, no matter men, women, young or old, first year or seventh year, janitor or professor, saw a man enter the girls' bathroom, needless to say, 100% called someone to hit a pervert.

Forbidden place for girls, far away for men.

Quirrell was very patient, he waited silently.

This was the third time he had stayed up late since returning to Hogwarts.

It was the first time to follow the black wizard to break through the seventh level of God, and he was wronged and owed five thousand Galleons.

The second time, in order to get some unicorn blood for Voldemort, he bravely entered the Forbidden Forest. If it wasn't for the help of the dark wizard, he almost lost his life.

The third time...that is, today, I was suffering, but Quirrell found that Hogwarts now is very different from when he was in school!
"In my time, there was a curfew at Hogwarts!" Quirrell covered his forehead: "At that time, which little wizard dared to go out for a night tour without going to bed at night, and if the professor and the janitor found out, points would be deducted. You have to go into confinement and shame your academy!"

Voldemort nodded, as he had done then.

And now the students don't know what they are doing, they come and go in the middle of the night without sleeping, and some people pass by the girls' bathroom every now and then.

Quirrell is very passive!

"What are the professors and the janitor doing?" Quirrell was filled with righteous indignation: "There is also Mrs. Norris, who buys cat food with Galleons issued by Hogwarts. !"

"I can't sleep well at night, how can I learn mentally the next day?" Voldemort didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

Boil and boil, boil and boil, finally, Quirrell survived until no one was there.

He quickly cast an illusion on himself, tiptoed into the girls' bathroom, and closed the door smoothly.

The body changing technique can block other people's sight, but it is not omnipotent, and the possibility of being discovered is extremely high.

Looking back, Quirrell saw a ghost watching him quietly.

A ghost, the Hogwarts ghost, is in a daze in the girls' bathroom.

Both Quirrell and Voldemort knew her.

Weeping Myrtle.

Quirrell licked his lips, he never expected that he avoided people, but he couldn't avoid ghosts!

"At this point, I can only grit my teeth and persevere!" Quirrell took a deep breath.

The birth of a special species like ghosts is very difficult. They may have average combat effectiveness, but they have strong vitality. Quirrell has no means of killing her in a short time.

First of all, let's pretend it doesn't matter, maybe ghosts can't see through the Disillusionment Charm?
"Professor Quirrell, why are you in the girls' bathroom?" Myrtle asked.

Quirrell smiled slightly, it doesn't matter, I have a backup!

"I'll fix the plumbing."

"Then why do you use the Disillusionment Charm?"

"I am a masculine man, and I have a bad reputation when I was found in the girls' bathroom."

"I see, why is your face so pale?"

"The wax applied in cold weather...I mean...I have kidney deficiency." Quirrell smiled miserably: "I'm old and stay up late, I'm over middle-aged, I can't help myself, there's nothing I can do."

Myrtle's face was full of pity.

Poor Professor Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell, did you hear me wrong?" Myrtle said, "I live in the bathroom every day, and everything here is fine, and nothing is broken."

Bad or not, Quirrell doesn't care.

Anyway, he won't fix it if it's broken.

"Master, Myrtle is here, isn't it difficult for you to operate?" Quirrell communicated quietly with Voldemort.

Voldemort sighed, it was a bit embarrassing to see his old classmate again after decades.

When Voldemort opened the Chamber of Secrets when he was in school, he didn't expect that there was a basilisk in the chamber. Voldemort took it out to play, but the basilisk stared at Myrtle to death.

At that time, Hogwarts' lives were at stake, and the whole school urgently investigated.

Voldemort was frightened to death, fearing he would be expelled, he had no choice but to let the basilisk go back to the secret room to sleep.

Fortunately, another old classmate, Hagrid, had a clear mind and raised acromantia. This thing is not a good thing. He killed decisively, and Voldemort blamed him casually. The then headmaster fired Hagrid. If it weren't for Dumbledore Sitting with his butt crooked, Hagrid's mind probably starved to death.

Voldemort never opened the Chamber of Secrets again.

Now, at the end of his life, Voldemort can only pin all his hopes on the basilisk.

"Myrtle is fine."

Voldemort sneered.

"Take off your pants."

"Master, what did you say?" Quirrell was afraid that he didn't hear clearly.

It's easy to solve. Shouldn't the master say a spell that specifically counters ghosts, or a spell that is so powerful that it can kill Myrtle in one move?
What do you mean by taking off your pants?
Quirrell thought, just like Severus homophonic snot, what is the homophonic spell for taking off pants?

Too bad, it's been too long since I graduated. Apart from common spells, Quirrell has given back too much knowledge to the professors, and I really can't remember it for a while.

Voldemort: "..."

Can you be obedient and do what I say, don't make up your mind?
"I mean take off your trousers, literally," said Voldemort. "Myrtle is a girl with a thin skin, and she will run away shyly when you take off your trousers."

Voldemort had been with Myrtle for several years and knew her character well.

A weak and inferior Muggle wizard who is often bullied.

When other people fall in love, Myrtle can only stand in the distance, watching silently, looking forward to the love that belongs to her.

As the school girl back then, Voldemort saw Myrtle staring at him countless times in a daze.

"Girl?"

Quirrell looked at Myrtle, who looked like a girl.

but……

That's what Myrtle looked like when I was a fucking 11-year-old at Hogwarts!

In terms of seniority, I must at least be called Auntie.

"When the ghost dies, her way of thinking will be fixed, and she will not be able to break through the limit for a long time." Voldemort said: "Even if Myrtle lived for hundreds of thousands of years, her thoughts would always remain in her teens. "

This made Quirrell a little moved.

Men have always been very specific.

Always love beautiful girls.

That is to say...

Quirrell didn't dare to think about it anymore, and it would be easy to be harmonized if he continued.

According to the master's order, Quirrell took off his pants decisively.

Myrtle lived in Bengbu.

The poor innocent girl screamed, jumped into the toilet, and went nowhere along the toilet.

The toilet was splashed, messing with Quirrell's pants.

As we all know, it's okay to get wet on the outside of the trousers. If the inside of the pants is wet with water, it will be very uncomfortable to wear.

The corner of Quirrell's mouth twitched, he gritted his teeth and put on his pants.

Even if it's wet, the water is still in the toilet...

Great Britain has its own national conditions here. The water in the toilet is not as clean as in a big country, and it is even drinkable.

Quirrell was reluctant to think about the exact source of the water.

Terrified.

"Master, what should we do next?"

"Ji Jie Jie Jie." Voldemort laughed in a low voice, and he looked at the water pipe.

"Speak to me, Salazar Slytherin!"

"Your heir is back!"

After a hiss like a snake, Quirrell saw that the water pipe opened, revealing a large hole.

The legendary chamber of secrets in Hogwarts appeared in front of him.

Quirrell was excited.

"Master, what is hidden in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets?"

"Don't tell me, let me guess."

"An invincible artifact that can conquer the magic world?"

"Endless, indescribably huge wealth?"

"Or a well-trained army of ghouls? Raise your arms and lead the troops to penetrate Hogwarts and flip through the diary!"

Voldemort: "..."

What you said, I'm ashamed to tell you that there are only basilisks in the secret room.

Still one.

After living for almost 1000 years, I haven't seen it for decades, and it may have died of old age.

(End of this chapter)