Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"..."

Quirrell looked at the wizard who walked through the door and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Rozier..." He chanted the name of the visitor while holding Carlos with one hand and retreating.

"Qi Luo, it's time for this to end." Rozier flicked his wand and swept aside all the tables, chairs and benches in front of him.

"Don't come over!" Quirrell immediately grabbed Carlos in his hand after seeing Rozier's actions.

"One step closer...I'll kill him!" As he said that, he put his wand on Carlos' neck, as if he was holding a sharp knife instead of a wand.

Rozier was stunned for a moment when he saw Quirrell's actions, and then suddenly smiled, a smile that was cold and mocking.

"You... don't think I care about a child, do you?" Rozier blinked.

"You..." Quirrell's momentum suddenly stagnated, he took a few steps back and said, "You... you have a very good relationship with him, I know..."

"Huh..." Rozier shook his head, and then took out a cigarette from his arms. With the magic spell, the tobacco smell slowly floated out from the cigarette.

"It seems like you don't know who I am..."

"I know." Quirrell didn't speak, but the person behind him spoke, and the gloomy voice echoed in the messy astronomy tower.

"And I also know who is behind you..."

"It's interesting." Rozier said in surprise: "Qiluo, I didn't expect that you still have a soul in you...a fallen soul."

"I didn't expect it either." The gloomy voice seemed to laugh.

"The dignified backbone of the Wu Cui Party... actually cares about a child."

The words in the gloomy voice made Rozier's face freeze, and his progress stopped.

"Look, our friend still doesn't have a clear understanding of himself..." The gloomy voice gave Quirrell confidence, and he realized that Rozier was not as indifferent as he showed.

"Ha..." Rozier sneered, no longer pretending to be anything. He raised his wand and pointed it at Quirrell and said, "I know what you want, and you should also know what I want."

"Agreement?" Quirrell said slowly: "Use the magic stone in exchange for his life."

"Teach...Professor..." Carlos had just woken up at this time, and he couldn't recover for a while when he looked at Rozier's figure.

"Carlos..." Rozier whispered, and then said: "I know where the Sorcerer's Stone is...but, I can't get it for you."

"Who knows...whether you will regret it?"

Rozier's words made the atmosphere become cold and silent. Quirrell and him stood opposite each other, both frowning and looking at each other, while both raised their wands.

It’s hard to imagine that both of them are serving dark wizards to some extent.

"Gu..." Carlos, who was being held hostage, swallowed his saliva, or blood, and maybe a front tooth. He looked at the two of them nervously.

He knew that his life and death now should... depend on these two people.

"I can tell you directly where it is..." Rozier said slowly: "Can you let the child go?"

"It's ridiculous." Quirrell sneered: "Who knows if you will deceive me?" Quirrell is not stupid after all. Could it be that Rozier said that the Philosopher's Stone is in the Ministry of Magic, so he also wants to go to the Ministry of Magic to get it?

"That seems to be a stalemate..." Rozier raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe you can trust me..."

"Haha...Then why did you..."

"Idiot!" The cold voice came again: "He is stalling for time!"

The words of the cold voice made Rozier smile. He looked at the slightly panicked Quirrell and said, "He's right, I'm stalling for time."

"Then I'll kill him!" Quirrell pressed his wand against Carlos again, causing the boy to struggle.

"Oh?" Rozier nodded slightly: "Then I have some bad news to tell you."

"That's enough time for me to delay."

"What?!" Quirrell was startled. Before he could turn his wand, he suddenly noticed that Carlos, who was being held hostage by him, suddenly shook, and then quickly shrank into a white squirrel.

"This..." Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then raised his wand and was about to swing it at Carlos, who had turned into a squirrel, but before he could move, Rozier waved the wand first.

"Smashed to pieces!"

A violent spell came straight towards Quirrell, and he had to give up attacking Carlos and instead flicked his wand to deflect Rozier's attack.

"Well done, Rozier." As the white squirrel ran to Rozier, a serious female professor slowly appeared from the darkness. It was Professor McGonagall who had used the Disillusionment Curse.

She had just turned Carlos into an animal.

"You moved very quickly, faster than I thought." Rozier said while waving the wand in his hand. Compared to Quirrell, Rozier's combat effectiveness was obviously much stronger.

Quirrell's spell was thrown aside by a roll of his wand, but Quirrell could only fend off his attack.

"Flying around!" Rozier moved his wand, and the glass behind Quirrell shattered with a loud noise, then turned into sharp knives and headed straight for Quirrell's back.

"Armor protection!" Quirrell had no way to dodge, so he could only use magic spells to resist. This magic spell also gave Rozier a chance.

With a twist of his wand, he cast out several spells, one of which hit Quirrell and knocked him away.

When Quirrell flew out, Rosier's wand moved again. The glass fragments that had just been blocked by Quirrell and fell to the ground floated up from the ground again and flew towards him.

"Damn!"

Quirrell looked at the flying glass shards and could only kick the table in front of him, and then hid behind the table in embarrassment and waved his wand.

"Surrender, Quirrell." Rozier said slowly: "Or tell us... the guy behind you."

"Whoosh!"

Naturally, Rozier's response was not any words, but another death curse.

Rozier turned sideways to avoid the spell, then flicked the wand in his hand and shattered the table in front of Quirrell. The broken wood shards struck Quirrell, making him cry out in pain.

At this time, he was extremely embarrassed, his dark face was full of ferocity, and blood was constantly seeping out from the wound as he groaned in pain.

"boom!"

He slammed against the glass window and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"That's enough, Rozier, catch him." McGonagall said while taking care of Carlos: "Dumbledore wants to see him."

"Huh..." Rozier suppressed his murderous intention and sighed: "Okay..."

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw out the curse again. For a moment, the invisible curse immediately enveloped Quirrell's body, making him scream involuntarily.

Looking at Rozier's movements, Mag swallowed. Fortunately, Carlos had passed out...otherwise a child would have seen this scene...

It wasn't just the children... Mag herself couldn't bear it anymore. She stretched out her hand to hold Rozier and stopped his movements.

"Sorry, I lost my temper..." Rozier showed a humble smile, and then slowly walked to Quirrell.

He looked at Quirrell's embarrassed appearance and nodded, then punched Quirrell in the face again.

"This is retribution for the crime you committed against that child!"