Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Huh...huh...huh..." The cold wind passed through his throat and poured into his lungs, bringing with it some blood and rain.

"Are you awake?" A cold voice came, making Quirrell recover... He didn't know when he fainted.

"Master...Master..." He climbed up carefully and held on to the tree trunk in pain.

"Quirrell, you disappoint me."

The cold voice was more ruthless than the cold wind. Along with his words, the surrounding forest made a rustling sound.

"Sorry...Lord...Master..." Chilo said anxiously. He knew the identity and past of this master...because of this...he was extremely afraid of him.

"I never gave a person two chances in the past." The voice seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, just like the darkening night in the sky.

"Please, please give me a chance! Please..." As soon as Quirrell heard his master's words, he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed crazily to an unknown place. The coldness on the ground and the pain on his body did not let him down. The movements lose any respect.

"..."

The voice also fell silent. He seemed to be thinking about something, and he seemed to be hesitating about something. As the sky became darker and darker, the moon slowly poked its head out from the ridge.

The moonlight shines through the treetops on Quirrell's struggling body.

"That's enough..." Finally, the voice spoke. His words made Quirrell slowly stop his movements. When he raised his head again, his forehead was covered with red blood and dirty dirt.

"Although you are a waste...but you are still loyal."

"Master...Master!" Quirrell said immediately: "I have always supported you!"

"Owner!"

"I know." The gloomy voice became lower and lower: "Then go to France...I have a friend there..."

"Yes...yes...master!" Quirrell kowtowed, and then slowly stood up. At this time, he did not have a wand, and was still scarred and hungry...

He looked at the forest around him and didn't know where he was now... If he remembered correctly, when he fell from the tower, a black mist enveloped him and left there.

That black mist...must be the master's power, right?

Even if he loses his body, he is still strong...

But it seems that now is not the time to sigh... I have to find a place to rest as soon as possible... and then know when it is now...

The forest was very dense and dangerous, but fortunately, probably because of the power of his master, Quirrell did not encounter any animals in the forest...

He wrapped his head, and then walked deeper and shallower in the dense forest. Fortunately, it was not decades ago... Quirrell didn't go far when he saw a small farm with lights on, or rather... pasture.

Quirrell can see bright lights and many small animals.

"Huh..." He took a long breath, then spat out the blood in his mouth on the ground, and limped towards the house.

……

"Bang bang bang."

"Who is it?" came a female voice, along with the sound of footsteps.

"Clap."

The door opened, and standing at the door was a woman with short red hair. She looked at Quirrell in surprise: "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?!" She looked at Quirrell's ragged appearance and hurriedly Pulled him in.

When she saw Quirrell's face, she seemed to be frightened: "You are like a devil!"

"I..." Before Quirrell could speak, the woman quickly pulled him in and sat on a chair.

"How long have you been in the mountains? What happened to your face...?" the woman asked, and then closed a strange machine in the living room. This strange machine kept turning on and off when Quirrell came in. Make noise.

"Stayed... for a week?" Quirrell didn't know how long exactly, but judging from his current physical weakness, it was definitely not short.

"Oh my God..." The woman shook her head, then walked to the table and brought out a small bowl, which seemed to have some food in it.

"Sorry...this is also the leftovers from the evening." She said and handed the bowl to Quirrell.

Seeing the food in the bowl, Quirrell's eyes lit up. He almost snatched the bowl of food over, and then ate the contents into his stomach like a gulp.

"How long have you been hungry..." The woman shook her head, and then wiped Quirrell's face with a towel. While wiping, she asked: "What happened to you... is it because of the accident?"

"..." Quirrell still understood the product of cars. He nodded and said, "Well... there was a car accident."

The woman didn't doubt it. She thought for a while and said, "Can you contact your family?"

"Um..." Quirrell said after a few seconds of silence, "I have no family."

"Where are your friends?"

"nor."

"I'm sorry..." The woman looked at Quirrell looking a little lonely and embarrassed and said, "I didn't mean to do it."

"..." Quirrell did not speak, but ate the food again.

"Okay, just stay here for the night. I'll take you to see a doctor tomorrow morning." The woman said and stood up: "The injuries on your body are all scratches... I have some alcohol here."

"Besides..." the woman hesitated for a few seconds and then said: "There is a bathtub upstairs. If you need it... just take a bath?"

"Well..." Quirrell nodded slightly. He watched the woman walk towards the back room. Halfway through, the woman seemed to think of something and turned her head, looked at Quirrell and said, "I almost forgot, what is your name?" Name, my name is Kayla Roxanne.”

"Quirinus Quirrell." Quirrell said slowly. He didn't want to get too close to these Muggles.

"Quirinas?" Kayla shook her head and said, "You can sleep in the inner room tonight, I'll sleep outside." After saying that, she turned and walked into the bedroom.

"By the way, don't leave the bedroom at night."

……

"Gudong..." Quirrell was lying in the bathtub. The warm water made him feel a lot more comfortable, and it also put him in the mood to sort out the current situation...

He is now a bereaved dog... He must not be able to stay in the UK any longer, and those people from the Ministry of Magic are chasing him... His goal is to leave the UK as soon as possible... and then follow his master's wishes to France.

"What a stupid guy..." A sudden, cold voice spoke: "She actually took you in with such confidence."

"..." Quirrell was silent for a few seconds. The woman named Keira was indeed a bit weird... Living alone in a place like this, how could she contact outsiders?

Moreover... she was not afraid of herself... and believed what she said.

This surprised Quirrell.

He couldn't help but feel something was wrong... Could it be that Keira was actually not a Muggle... but a Squib?

If it was a Squib, she probably knew her name... what it represented... She was probably ready to contact the Ministry of Magic... This made Quirrell frown.

"I feel there is something wrong with her, my master..." Quirrell said slowly.

"There is a problem." The cold voice said slowly: "Kill her, tonight..."