Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 119

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Quirrell lowered his head and took a sip of the newly opened bottle of Grog. This kind of rum mixed with water was really something he couldn't accept.

He finished the last forkful of pecan pie and wiped the crumbs from his mouth with a napkin.

"Since you said you are still loyal to me, would you mind completing a small test? Pettigrew, I am very optimistic about you."

Beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Peter's face, like leaves after rain - green and wet. He lowered his eyebrows and clasped his hands, and carefully promised: "You, just give me your orders, and I will obey you."

Quirrell was satisfied with his answer.

In the past, he was always groveling to Voldemort, but now he was able to show off his power, which gave him great psychological comfort.

"Very good, very energetic!"

Quirrell imitated Voldemort's tone and praised Peter, and then continued the lines taught to him by the Dark Lord: "I heard that during the years when you were studying at Hogwarts, you always looked for Severus. Sri Lanka's trouble.

Just like playing a mouse, you have plenty of experience in this area.

Therefore, I hope you can continue your efforts and cause some trouble for the current Professor Snape. "

"Hiss..."

When he heard this, Peter Pettigrew not only felt his scalp numb, but also couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

However, in order not to offend the moody master in front of him, this guy immediately took remedial measures.

"...Snape," he said, "Although that 'Snot Man' is nothing, he is Dumbledore's man now. If I touch him rashly, will it attract the old man's attention?"

He cleverly connected Snape and Dumbledore, hoping to use the latter's name to make the Dark Lord give up the idea just now.

"But why did I hear that our principal has been leaving the school recently?" Quirrell said sadly.

"And just like you, Pettigrew, chose to lurk in the Weasley house after I was killed, why couldn't Severus pretend to surrender in order to lurk next to that damn old fox?"

They are both Death Eaters, but compared to Peter Pettigrew, Lao Fu is obviously more of a subordinate to Snape.

It can even be said that if the entire group of Death Eaters had to be ranked in Voldemort's mind, Snape would definitely be the second best.

Because the two of them have many similarities: they are both mixed-blood wizards, they are both Slytherins, and they are both amazing magic geniuses.

Otherwise, he would not have just taught Snape the flying spell he invented, which was very useful for both life-saving and fighting purposes.

"You have to know that although I am not a tyrant like Nero, I do not like others to deny me, especially when I have made up my mind."

Quirrell followed the words taught to him by Voldemort, and said with an accentuated tone and a sinister tone.

"A test is a test. If there is no difficulty, I can use the Imperius Curse to order others - other wizards from various religions, or worse, such as some 'Mudbloods' - to serve me.

The only thing you need to do now is to accept this test with a grateful heart and joyfully.

Of course, since it is a test, if you can pass it, I will not hesitate to reward you as before.

Powerful dark magic, magical potions, shiny gold galleons, being close to me during Death Eater gatherings...you can get these rewards.

on the contrary--"

He did not continue speaking, but silently took out the wand and placed it quietly on the white tablecloth.

"Of course! My master!" Peter Pettigrew's face changed drastically, and he took several steps back until his body was pressed against the wall of the private room.

"Of course I will accept your test. In order to welcome you back again, I will give everything I have!"

Quirrell did not continue to say anything. Under Voldemort's instructions, he just made a "please" gesture to Peter Pettigrew.

Seeing this gesture, Peter felt as if he was being forgiven. He bowed and hurriedly opened the door of the private room and rushed out.

Not long after, Quirrell heard several screams from women downstairs.

"Rat! There is actually a rat here!"

"Oliver must have been lazy and failed to dispose of the kitchen waste in time, which attracted this pest. I will deduct his salary!"

"Boss, don't be angry. I'm going to see Ms. Rosmerta...uh, no, I'm going to the Three Broomsticks to borrow the orange cat from their store."

"Damn it Oliver, are you going to borrow a cat? I don't even want to expose you!"

"..."

After listening to a few words of conversation coming from downstairs, Quirrell couldn't help but cover his face with his palms.

"Master, are you sure you want to give the task to him?"

Extremely rare, not only did Quirrell speak without a bang this time, but the content he expressed was still questioning Voldemort.

Mainly, Quirrell felt that Peter Pettigrew was either too unreliable or a complete hapless person.

Before entering this private room, in order to ensure that their meeting would not be interrupted, he had obviously cast an extremely powerful confusion spell.

Let alone walking out of Mrs. Puddifu's teahouse normally and openly, even if that guy yelled all the way, or even broke his throat, others would subconsciously ignore his existence.

But who could have imagined that the guy turned into a mouse again, causing an uproar in the teahouse in less than a minute.

Although he knew that Peter Pettigrew wanted to leave more secretly, but how to say it... Quirrell didn't know what to say.

Seeing this situation at this time and place, Voldemort actually wanted to say: "I feel the same way."

But in the end he said nothing.

-

"Just tell me?" Ron approached Bourne, put his arm around his shoulders, and lowered his voice excitedly and asked: "Nick Flamel, who created the Philosopher's Stone, what is his family like? Is even the bed you sleep on made of gold?”

Although when Hagrid took out the "Ring of the Fire Dragon" and revealed that it was a gift given to him by Nick Flamel, Bourne vaguely guessed that Harry and Ron, the curious babies, would chase him and ask questions recently. non-stop, but he really didn't expect Ron to be so persistent.

"Well, yes, yes, yes, everything you said is right."

"Not only did Nick Flamel have a golden hoe, he also married two queens - the Queen of the East Palace baked pancakes every day, and the Queen of the West Palace peeled green onions every day."

Of course, this was just Bourne's internal slander, and it was obviously not okay to answer Ron like this.

After all, they are roommates in the same dormitory, not just strangers. They will have to stay under the same ceiling for several years in the future!

Therefore, Bourne could only patiently explain to little Weasley that unless he used the "Levitation Curse" all the time, or repaired the house to be as strong as Hogwarts Castle, otherwise the solid gold bed The weight could collapse the floor of Nick Flamel's bedroom in an instant.