Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Hooked!

The plan discussed with Dumbledore can finally be implemented!

Stealing the Philosopher's Stone was fake, but gaining Quirrell's trust was real.

Sebastian adjusted his facial expression, then turned around and asked with a smile, "Have you thought about it, Professor Quirrell?"

Quirrell did not directly answer Sebastian's question, but instead raised questions that puzzled him.

"As the richest man in the wizarding world, with countless wealth, why do you need the Philosopher's Stone? Are you kidding me?"

Sebastian had anticipated that Quirrell would have this question, so he took out the answer he had prepared long ago.

"In addition to being a professor, I have always been a businessman. And businessmen will never have too much money."

"If I could turn stone into gold, I wouldn't have to struggle in my life and I could still sit firmly on the throne of the richest man."

"Hey, you've never been the richest man, so I can't explain this feeling to you."

After hearing this, Qi Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

What a money-loving guy!

For the sake of money, he even disregarded his reputation and wanted to steal!

What on earth are you thinking!

But it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not aimed at the back of my head.

Quirrell, relieved, continued to ask the second question: "You can steal the Philosopher's Stone by yourself, why do you want to cooperate with me?"

Sebastian looked Quirrell in the eye and said frankly, "You know, in the education world, I'm a respected professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts."

"In the business world, I am a powerful businessman and philanthropist."

"In the sports world, I'm a popular Quidditch star."

Quirrell was completely confused and had no idea what Sebastian was trying to say with all his long-winded talk.

It was not until he heard the words "Reputation is important to me, and I need to keep my identity clean" that Quirrell finally understood what Sebastian meant.

Waiting for me here.

This means letting yourself do the dirty work.

If something goes wrong, you have to take all the responsibility yourself. How can you be so capable?

After figuring this out, Qi Luo felt a little unhappy: "Then why should I cooperate with you? Wouldn't it be better for me to work alone?"

Sebastian smiled confidently, "You may not know that I have a very close relationship with Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick is both my teacher and friend. Even Snape is my best friend."

"Therefore, I can easily find out information about the levels from various professors, which is something you can't do even if you work yourself to death."

"By the way," Sebastian showed an expression that showed he had Quirrell under his thumb, "Have you seen the three-headed dog?"

"Then you should have noticed that there is a door at its feet. That is the alchemical item I provided."

"Any magic hitting it will make a loud noise. If you want to open it, you can only solve the puzzle on the door."

"Although it's just a Muggle math problem, I'm afraid you can't even understand the question, let alone the answer."

"And if you make a mistake once, the alarm will go off, and your plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone will fail."

"If you cooperate with me, I can tell you the answer directly, and help you find out about other professors' levels. I can also help you cover up and create an alibi or something."

Sebastian's words moved Quirrell a little, and he quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Qi Luo thought for a moment and then blurted out, "Then tell me what the answer to the level you set is?"

There was a flash of disdain in Sebastian's eyes.

Want to have sex for free?

What a daydream!

Sebastian slowly approached Quirrell and said in a slightly oppressive tone: "Professor Quirrell, are you dreaming? We haven't cooperated yet."

An awkward smile appeared on Quirrell's face, but he never responded to Sebastian directly.

Sebastian continued, his tone becoming a little softer: "However, you don't need to make a decision now. Friendly reminder, Dumbledore hasn't put the Philosopher's Stone in yet, so you can take your time to think about it."

"But I want to make it clear that if you want to be my ally, you have to show me what you can do."

"Although I need an ally, I don't want a teammate with poor strength and intelligence."

After saying that, he took out a notebook from his arms and gently placed it on Quirrell's desk. It contained relevant information about the magic of love.

Then, Sebastian turned and left. Before stepping out of the office door, he stopped, looked back at Quirrell who was still in a daze, and said lightly: "When you have made up your mind, you can come to me anytime."

Quirrell watched Sebastian leave, feeling very confused.

Too much information!

I need to think about this carefully.

Just as he was gathering his thoughts, Voldemort in the back of his mind spoke: "Agree to his request...I need you to get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible!"

"Master, but I don't understand this magic of love."

Voldemort said weakly: "Let me do it. No one knows this magic better than me..."

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After the Quidditch game, Harry and the other two followed Hagrid to his hut.

As soon as he entered the room, Ron couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at Harry: "Harry, you were in danger in the sky just now because Snape was cursing you!"

"I have long felt that there is something wrong with this professor. He has a gloomy face every day and always finds fault with students in class."

"And I've heard from Percy and the others that Professor Snape used to hate Gryffindor students the most..."

"Ron!" Hermione interrupted Ron before he finished expressing his opinion: "We don't have any evidence, so we can't jump to conclusions."

"Professor Snape is very strict, but he treats all colleges equally and does not target Gryffindor. I heard from Fred and George that Professor Snape has become fair since last year."

Ron looked at Hermione with disdain, as if he didn't agree with her: "You're still speaking for him! You saw him casting a spell with your own eyes."

Hermione looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. She did see Snape casting a spell, but she always felt that something was wrong.

After all, the preferential treatment Harry received in Potions class was obvious to all, and she didn't believe that a professor would do something to his own student in public.

Harry heard the two people arguing with red faces and found it a little ridiculous.

How can it be?

Professor Snape would harm himself?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! If Professor Snape wanted to harm me, he would have had plenty of opportunities during the summer vacation. Why would he wait until now?"

"Ron, you are prejudiced against Slytherin!"

"In short, I absolutely do not believe that Professor Snape would harm me."

Ron was a little anxious. He pulled Hagrid's clothes and asked, "Hagrid, tell me, you were there!"

Hagrid said hesitantly: "I believe the professors will not harm Harry, but Slytherin, Harry, you'd better be vigilant."

Seeing that the three children were about to quarrel again, Hagrid quickly stopped them and said, "Everyone, stop arguing. Harry is not in danger, is he?"

"Everyone, come and try the rock cake I made..."

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