Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Are you leaving, Mr. Quirrell?" Keira looked at the masked man and shook her head helplessly: "Do you really don't have to wait for the police to come?"

"No need, Miss Roxanne." Quirrell nodded slightly and said, "I have more important things to deal with."

"More important things?" Keira scratched her head as if she didn't quite understand what this mysterious gentleman was thinking.

"Then you should at least finish your lunch, right?" She thought for a while and said, "I specially stewed the beef."

"No need." Quirrell looked away from the bowl of fragrant beef stew, then swallowed and said, "My matter is urgent."

"Really?" Keira asked, holding the stew close to Quirrell, and then gently waved her hand to fan out the smell.

"It smells really good..." Keira commented.

"Sniff..." Quirrell's nose twitched, smelling the alluring smell.

Forget it, why don't we just eat...have a meal before leaving...just in time...I haven't taken away the pistol yet...

Quirrell looked at the bowl of stew and fell into silence.

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OMG...it smells so good...

Quirrell almost couldn't help but praise it as he ate the stew. The lunch at Hogwarts was like chaff in comparison.

Quirrell didn't expect that such a Muggle could make such delicious food.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?" Keira said: "I haven't had a guest at home for a long time, so I tried my best."

"It's delicious." Quirrell nodded honestly. Even Death Eaters have their own appetites.

"Shall we finish our meal then?" Kayla said, "I have contacted the police and they will come in the afternoon."

"That's not necessary." Quirrell muttered and shook his head. After finishing the meal, he must find a chance to leave. He knew how annoying these Muggle police were.

They would ask questions and then stick to small details. Quirrell didn't think that his current appearance would make them feel that he was not suspicious.

"Hey... you are really weird, always thinking about running away." Keira shrugged and said, "You look like you are not very lonely at first glance."

Talking about loneliness, she seemed to arouse a little interest in Quirrell. He shook his head slightly and said, "How do you know whether others are lonely or not?"

"You see... people like me are considered lonely." Kayla said casually: "I am so enthusiastic and talkative when I meet any guest."

"Speaking of which, do I really talk too much? Everyone says so."

"Um...are you okay?" Quirrell thought for a while and said. In fact, he felt that Keira had too many words to say.

"Thank you so much." Keira seemed very happy. She brought a glass of juice to Quirrell and said, "Living in such a remote area has such troubles."

"Loneliness is like darkness, constantly eroding the only light we have." Keira shook her shoulders as she spoke, as if she wanted to show a scary atmosphere.

However, Quirrell just raised his eyebrows, and he still agreed with Keira's words.

"You may not believe it, but I am actually a very lonely person." Quirrell said casually.

"Huh?" Kayla put her index finger on her chin and thought for a few seconds: "It's not that I can't believe it."

"Uh-huh." Quirrell put down his knife and fork and said, "I didn't have many friends when I was a student." It seemed that because he was full, Quirrell also started chatting.

"Then I found a job that wasn't very interesting after graduation." He waved his hands and said in the least magical language possible: "You know... it's the kind of job where you and they are obviously not the same person, but you have to be together. The feeling of working together.”

"Uh-huh." Keira nodded: "I can understand that sometimes guests like this come here."

"They smoke and drink, and then they say some nasty things." Kayla said and laughed. She pulled out the pistol on her waist and turned it around: "But this is life."

Her words made Quirrell nodded slightly. He slowly put on his mask and said, "But sometimes you have no choice. It's all about work."

"Hmm~ Although I don't know what you do, I can see your troubles." Kayla picked up the plate and walked to the kitchen: "Maybe you can leave your phone number, or I can leave mine. "

"Why?" Quirrell was a little surprised.

"What's the reason for this?" Keira pouted: "We are all lonely people, so of course we have to join a group to keep warm."

"Perhaps you would like to come and sit down when you have time?"

"I'm going to consider buying a Sega game console. I found it very interesting when I watched TV last time." Keira casually said something that Quirrell didn't understand and then took a piece of paper and wrote down her phone number.

"When you get a new phone, remember to call me."

Looking at the note in his hand, Quirrell was slightly startled. He shook his head slightly and then stuffed the note into his pocket.

He felt that he would never have such an opportunity.

"Okay, don't just watch." Keira looked at him and said, "Come and help me wash the dishes...don't tell me you've never washed them before."

"You guests are always such a procrastinator."

Quirrell shook his head after listening to her words: "I'm leaving...there are some things."

"Are you so anxious?" Keira turned her head and rolled her eyes: "Or do you think you can come up with such an idea just to avoid washing the dishes?"

"Of course not..." Quirrell shook his head: "I'm just a little busy..."

"Okay, okay, let's go, Mr. Quirrell." Keira shook her head: "You guys are like this, always hiding secrets."

Watching Keira washing the dishes, Quirrell slowly picked up the pistol from the table and put it in his arms.

After making sure that Keira didn't see it, he nodded slightly: "Goodbye, Miss Roxanne."

"Uh-huh." Kayla nodded: "Just remember to call..."

"You can come here to play when you are free." Keira said and smiled at Quirrell: "It's always so boring here."

"Yes." Quirrell didn't know what he was promising. He opened the door and slowly walked out of the farm. Looking at the grass outside and the ridge in the distance, he let out a sigh of relief.

Finally... he is about to return to his business again. Sometimes he feels that it might be good to stay in this place for the rest of his life... studying magic by himself, and then he can lie on a chair and bask in the sun if he has nothing to do...

Forget it, I still feel like I’m not suitable for this kind of life.

Quirrell has not forgotten his goal, which is to help his great master make a comeback and gain his power and the secrets of magic.

These things are enough to risk a Ravenclaw.

How do you say something?The knowledge of one book can make a Ravenclaw brain rack their brains, the knowledge of two books can make them exhaust all legal methods, and the knowledge of three books is enough to drive them crazy?

Is this what this sentence means?

Quirrell shook his head and stepped on the grass, but before he walked long, he heard a cold voice.

"Idiot...hide quickly, they are coming."

"them?"