Overturning Hogwarts

Amid the melodious music of the crystal ball, Chilo and Zhang Rui looked at each other.

The warnings of danger in his heart were constantly escalating. Zhang Rui was nervous and secretly lamented that God was not as good as man.

He had made a series of self-deprecations before, playing the role of a money-grubbing charlatan who knew a little bit of divination and relied on clever tricks to gain fame. Quirrell no longer cared about him that much.

People who know everything are always feared, but liars are just minor players, as long as they don't deceive themselves.

Unexpectedly, at the last moment, the crystal ball used for divination suddenly played music. Is this a serious crystal ball anymore?

What about the divination just now? There is a vague mention in it that he is looking for the magic stone, and there is a student who is blocking him. If this is not divination, does this mean that this little wizard knows something? This also had to make Quirrell suspicious again.

Villains are usually very simple and direct about possible threats - just go ahead and eat the big melon.

Quirrell dared to take action against Harry Potter, so naturally he wouldn't care about an ordinary student.

Although Zhang Rui was fully equipped and even knocked out a giant monster alone, facing the serious Qiluo, he would probably be killed in one shot.

"I had to strike first, throw the crystal ball in my hand, then kick the table down and hit him, then quickly get close and attack with an electric bat... I just don't know if he has any defensive magic on him. ...Once my attack fails, the only thing I will face is death..."

Zhang Rui stared closely at Quirrell's hand, and as soon as the other party made a move to hold the wand, he would immediately...find a way to escape, but he had no chance of escaping intact from such an adult black magician.

"If I had a magic wand, I wouldn't be able to defeat him, but I could still be a little more confident..."

"Professor Quirrell, why are you here?" Harry's voice sounded at the door of the classroom, accompanied by Ron and Hermione.

Phew~ saved.

Zhang Rui knew that unless Quirrell could kill the four little wizards at once and escape immediately, he would not take action again.

He still has unfinished tasks for his master.

"Oh, ha, Harry, you, you too, come, come." Quirrell instantly stuttered again.

"Yes, we came to see Nicholas, are you also here for divination?" Harry was actually very enthusiastic about Quirrell.

"Oh, yes, yes, you, you guys talk, I, I have something to do." Quirrell quickly excused himself.

"Professor, wait a minute." Harry stopped the other person and said in an encouraging tone, "Professor, you must hold on, the bad guys will be punished."

"Pfft, cough, cough, cough." Zhang Rui couldn't hold it back.

"Why are you laughing?" Ron said dissatisfiedly on behalf of his good friend.

"Isn't this what the professor should have said to us? Harry is a bit reversed."

If you tell bad people that they will receive retribution, isn't that just cursing them in front of them? But the other party couldn't say anything yet.

"Shh, you don't know the situation." Ron came over and whispered, as if he was afraid that Quirrell would hear it.

No, it's because you don't know the situation.

Quirrell was frightened by Harry's enthusiasm and ran away. After all, the person he wanted to kill before was suddenly so enthusiastic about him, and this person was also his master's old enemy. It was understandable that he was panicked.

"Harry, did you have a headache just now?"

"Do you have a headache? No, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I have some headache medicine. If you need it, you can ask me for it."

It seemed that Voldemort was not with Quirrell just now, and probably went out to do business. Zhang Rui thought to himself that the danger was much lower.

Being cared about by Quirrell is not on the same level as being cared about by Voldemort.

"Ahem, Nicholas, Hermione has something to tell you." Ron winked at Hermione.

"Nicholas, we are looking for you today to ask you to divine Nicolas Flamel. We know that you promised Hagrid to keep a secret, but this matter involves a very special person..."

The serious-speaking Miss Granger served as the spokesperson for the trio. Maybe they thought she was the most likely candidate to succeed.

"It's a magic stone, a magic stone that can make people immortal." Zhang Rui said it directly.

"...If you want to know the specific reason, we can tell you, but you must keep it secret and not tell others..." Miss Granger seemed to have memorized the words in advance, and she did not expect to get the answer so easily.

"Hey, Hermione, he already said, it's the Philosopher's Stone." Harry pushed Miss Granger who was still reciting the words.

Ron clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Nicholas, are you too unprincipled? You said it as soon as Hermione asked you. We asked you so many times before and you didn't agree?"

Hermione also opened her mouth, looking like she couldn't believe it.

I didn't want to cause trouble at the beginning, but now trouble has found me, Zhang Rui thought to himself, if Harry, the protagonist, is not allowed to entangle Quirrell, wouldn't he be the one in danger?

"I've said everything I can. You don't need to tell me what your plans are. It's getting late. I'm going back to rest."

Neither Zhang Rui wants to get involved, so you can make as much trouble as you like, just don't bother me.

If anyone wants to target me, I will help the other side to kill you. This is Zhang Rui's code of conduct.

"This is just for you."

Zhang Rui put the crystal ball with music in his hand on the table. This piece of crap almost cost him his life, so naturally he couldn't keep it.

"If you don't want it, you can just throw it away." Zhang Rui added, and then left the classroom.

"Oh, how can this thing still ring? Is this what you Muggles, I mean, ordinary people use?" Ron played with the crystal ball curiously.

"Hey, Ron, this is obviously not for you," Harry said.

"Why not? He said it was for us. Oh, I understand, it was for one of us."

"I don't want it!" Hermione shook her head and said, "Or just throw it away."

……

It was the Christmas holidays in a blink of an eye, and Harry and Ron were seeing Hermione off.

"Ron, what are you looking at?"

"I was wondering why that guy didn't come to see you off."

"I have nothing to do with him, why would he come to see me off?" Hermione said angrily.

"Maybe I'm already waiting on the train and want to escort you all the way home."

"Harry!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say any more! Have a nice trip!"

……

"What? He didn't come to see me off at all, and he wasn't on the train at all. Harry Ron will just talk nonsense all day long."

Miss Granger sat on her seat, resting her chin on her hand, looking out the window with some disappointment. There was a crystal ball with music playing on the table...

"Look, look, why is our Miss Granger here alone in a daze? Where are your followers?" A nasty voice sounded.

"It's none of your business, Malfoy," Hermione said with a straight face.

"Hahaha, Granger also wants to go back to your Muggle family for Christmas? Some people usually pretend to be noble wizards, but they return to their original form as soon as they return home." Malfoy laughed wantonly.

Hermione bit her lip and tears welled up in her eyes. Underneath her usual proud appearance, she actually had a heart of inferiority. At the same time, she was also a person with a strong self-esteem, and all her behaviors were aimed at gaining recognition from others.

"Ouch, I'm going to cry. It's a pity that no one can help you this time." Malfoy said in a long and sinister tone.

Crabbe and Goyle were also snickering from behind.

An aggrieved little girl, a sarcastic little villain, and two stupid followers who took pleasure in others' misfortunes formed a satirical picture.

"Hey Malfoy, I finally found you!"

A voice sounded, and the picture changed instantly. The aggrieved people saw hope, and the villain's followers were terrified.