Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Cuckoo~"

Late at night, the owl's voice slowly came, bringing with it the silvery moonlight.

"Well……"

Quirrell slowly opened his eyes, and then glanced at the clock on the wall.

"One o'clock in the morning..." He was silent for a few seconds. He didn't hear any sound from outside the house... It seemed... Keira should have rested too.

She wouldn't let herself leave the bedroom... Then she had to go out and take a look. As a Ravenclaw, Quirrell still had some spirit of exploration of his own.

"Don't sleep, idiot..." said the cold voice, and it was obvious that he was a little impatient.

Quirrell nodded and slowly got up from the bed.

"Kill this Muggle or Squib before she informs her..." the cold voice reminded.

"Yes, Master." Quirrell walked slowly to the door step by step, and then pushed the door open with a slight force.

Unlike the darkness inside the house, it was quite bright outside. A small desk lamp was turned on, giving some slight brightness.

This slight brightness also allowed Quirrell to see the woman, who was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed and seemed to have fallen asleep.

This is a great opportunity...

Quirrell nodded slightly, and then quietly opened the door. It wasn't that he was afraid of the Muggle woman.

But he knew that in his current state, even if he caused a little stir, those from the Ministry of Magic might discover him... This was not a good thing.

Quirrell carefully stepped on the wooden floor, and in the quiet night there was a "squeak" sound one after another. Although it was not that harsh, it was somewhat discordant.

"Uh-huh..." The corners of Keira's mouth twitched, and then she slowly turned over.

Her movement startled Quirrell, and for a moment the notorious dark wizard did not dare to move at all.

"Well..." But Keira didn't seem to wake up. She turned over and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.

Good opportunity... Quirrell nodded slightly, and then slowly approached Keira.

Keira's red hair reflected a strange light with a hint of gold in the dim light.

Only then did Quirrell realize that the woman in front of him was not very old, maybe... only in her twenties, even much younger than himself.

It's a bit of a pity... Quirrell muttered and rolled up his sleeves. Since he is a Death Eater, he will naturally not be lenient.

"Well……"

While Quirrell was thinking, Keira turned over again. This movement revealed the hand that was pressed under her body, and also revealed what was in her hand.

"..."

Quirrell looked at the exposed stick and immediately took two steps back.

As a professor of Muggle Studies, he naturally knew what it was... It was a weapon called a pistol... He had been lucky enough to see that weapon during his travels.

Dangerous, deadly... and easy to operate.

If he hadn't had the wand in his hand at that time, he might have been killed by the weapon called the gun.

Now seeing the weapon in the woman's hand, Quirrell didn't dare to move for a while.

If she reacted... wouldn't she...

Quirrell swallowed, then took another step back.

"What's wrong, you idiot?" The cold voice naturally noticed something strange, and he couldn't help but scolded: "It's just a woman..."

"Kill her."

"No... no no... my master..." Quirrell whispered: "She has weapons in her hands..."

"Weapon?" A cold voice said with a sneer: "Only something that is not as thick as a stick?"

"That's enough, Quirrell, kill her."

"Huh..." Quirrell let out a long breath, then bent down and picked up a broom from the ground. After having a weapon, he felt a little more confident.

Then...

Quirrell raised his broom high and aimed it at Keira's head.

Sorry, it was your kindness that hurt you...

"Huh?" Suddenly, Keira asked, and she seemed to have woken up.

While Quirrell was stunned for a moment, Keira slowly stood up.

"That...Miss Roxanne..." Quirrell quickly put down his broom when he saw this. He did not dare to face such a person holding a pistol head-on.

"..."

Luo Shan stood there without saying a word, looking a little confused.

How is this going……

Quirrell frowned, and then continued: "Miss Roxanne? What are you doing?"

"call……"

Unexpectedly, Quirrell heard Keira snoring...she seemed to be snoring?Are you still sleeping?

Quirrell took a few steps back cautiously, and then raised the broom again. As long as he was still sleeping, it would be fine...

"boom!"

A loud noise suddenly came, scaring Quirrell to take a few steps back. A dark hole appeared not far from where he had been standing.

"..."

And Keira didn't know when she had raised her pistol, and white smoke was even coming out of the muzzle of the pistol... But Keira still didn't wake up.

"call……"

"Gudong..." Quirrell swallowed, and then took a few steps back. He regretted it... this woman was obviously... sleepwalking.

And it's a very dangerous kind of sleepwalking.

"Ding Dong~Ding Dong~" Suddenly, the wall clock hanging on the wall rang, and a cuckoo came out of it, and then made a strange noise.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and this time it was not Quirrell who suffered. The cuckoo was accurately hit by Keira and exploded instantly.

"Merlin, sir..." Quirrell didn't have any other thoughts at this moment. He worriedly took a few steps back and returned to the door of his room.

He finally knew...why Keira told herself not to leave the bedroom at night...and why there were so many strange holes in the room when he first entered it.

"Qi Luo..." came a cold voice, but this time he seemed to have a different idea.

"Why don't you... go back and rest first?"

"Hmm..." Quirrell nodded slightly: "I think so too... Master..." With that said, Quirrell walked back slowly, and then closed the door of his room.

"boom!"

Another gunshot was heard outside the door.

Quirrell slowly pulled away the quilt and lay down.

For the first time, he felt how nice it would be to have a wand.

"Qi Luo... leave here tomorrow and don't make any more troubles." The cold voice ordered. It was obvious that the pistol just gave him a great shock.

"And... watch out for this Muggle woman."

"Yes, Master..." Quirrell nodded.

"In addition... that weapon, if you have a chance, steal it." The cold voice paused and said, "It can be our help." It could be heard that the cold voice was very interested in the pistol.

"Yes, great master..." Quirrell said respectfully, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The night was still so peaceful, just like before.