Chapter 391 Grindelwald’s Request (Please Vote for Me)
Change, change? !
Professor Quirinus Quirrell blinked again and looked at the replaced dishes in front of him in confusion, unable to react for a moment.
If he remembered correctly, just a few seconds ago, there should have been a Hungarian organ ham that exuded the alluring aroma of ham, with the color of cheese and spices, and looked like a work of art - not a shriveled boiled potato.
Professor Quirrell turned his head and looked at the old wizard next to him who had begun to enjoy his dishes calmly. A trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and then quickly returned to his previous nervous appearance, and he stammered a question.
"O-Mr. Otto, you, what are you..."
"Young people are suitable to eat some light food occasionally to improve their physical fitness."
Grindelwald grinned, and under Quirrell's disbelieving gaze, he moved the young professor's fruit salad in front of him. Before the anger in Professor Quirrell's eyes could rise, the old devil seemed to have He said softly as if talking to himself.
"I have lived for a long time. This time I came to Hogwarts just to relax, so I don't care what secrets are hidden in the big scarf you wrapped around your head - provided that you two don't You take the initiative to provoke me, do you understand?"
The secret in the scarf? !
The most important thing is, you two? !
Quirinus Chilo's eyes suddenly shrank, and the expression on his face changed rapidly. He fumbled with his fingers on the edge of his pocket, as if he almost subconsciously wanted to take out his wand, and he seemed to be planning to stand up and run away.
A few months earlier, he had encountered Voldemort while traveling to Albania, where Voldemort was undoubtedly inhabiting some small rodent. This was indeed beyond Quirrell's expectations, but after some unknown conversations, Quirrell was persuaded to become Voldemort's servant.
Obviously, deceiving people has always been a specialty of demon kings, and Voldemort is no exception.
Later, Voldemort took up residence in Quirrell's body, or to be precise, attached to the back of his head, and secretly sneaked into Hogwarts Castle, intending to steal the Philosopher's Stone belonging to Nick Flamel.
Voldemort and Quirrell naturally paid considerable attention to the "Otto Apocalypse" who suddenly appeared in Hogwarts, and collected information among the professors through various channels.
According to the guess of the "great being" behind Quirrell's head, this old man is probably the "Von Hohenheim Paracelsus" who has disappeared for almost half a century - another legendary figure. The owner of the magic stone, the founder of the healing magic system, and one of the greatest alchemists.
There is no doubt that in the eyes of Voldemort and Quirrell, this should be one of the methods Dumbledore used to protect the Philosopher's Stone.
It's just that Quirinus Quirrell never thought that less than three weeks after the start of school, he and his master's existence seemed to be discovered by the old wizard, and actually in such a public occasion? !
You know, it's not just Dumbledore and the other professors at Hogwarts, but also nearly half of the backbone magical forces of the British Ministry of Magic sitting across from the faculty at this moment.
If he was exposed and beaten up in this situation, even if Voldemort was resurrected, he would not be confident that he would be able to escape unscathed.
"Look, am I right? Young people just can't keep calm."
Grindelwald casually picked up a potato and stuffed it into Quirrell's hand, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the wizard's finger from reaching for the wand.
"Relax, what I fear most in my long life is trouble. Your little secrets are not as attractive to me as this delicious meal. But this does not mean that I, an old man, I can’t wave the wand anymore, you should understand what I mean, right?”
"what do you mean……"
Quirinus Quirrell stared intently at the wrinkles on the old man's face, without the slightest hint of a smile on his face.
Ever since they guessed this person's identity, he and Voldemort had been very nervous. After all, for a long time, no one knew what strange magical knowledge and skills such an immortal would master.
Although judging from some past data, alchemists are usually not good at fighting, but this does not mean that the magical strength of these old wizards will drop much, especially when the opponent is still a healer.
"Please help me order a piece of this, um, Yangzhi Manna."
Grindelwald leaned over and glanced at the menu on Quirrell's desk. As if he were a harmless ordinary old man, he shrugged helplessly and grinned, "No way, I order the menu here. No more."
"Is that all?"
Quirinus Quirrell narrowed his eyes and breathed a little heavily.
He didn't believe that the old wizard in front of him specifically stirred up trouble at this time just to order a small drink.
"What else can you do? I have no interest in taking care of your nonsense. Besides, the relationship between Flamel and me is not good."
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, as if recalling something unpleasant, paused briefly, glanced at Professor Quirrell, who was not moving, and sighed slightly.
Today's young people must be threatened before they feel at ease?
"Okay, okay, there's one more thing." Grindelwald glanced at Elena, who was chatting with the wings, pouted helplessly, and his tone dropped slightly, "That child, Elena Ka Slanna. I don't care what you want to do, but if you dare to touch a hair on her, I will definitely kill you with my own hands - in exchange, I will not stand on Albus's side, and of course, don't expect it. I'll help you."
"I understand, don't worry."
Quirinus Quirrell turned his head and glanced at the silver-haired little witch sitting at the long Hufflepuff table.
Although he and Voldemort were indeed somewhat curious about this outstanding young wizard, they did not pay special attention to it - although genius was rare, it was not that important to Voldemort.
Tom Riddle knew very well that all aging wizards attach great importance to the spirit of contract. Even if it is just a casual agreement, as long as he keeps his promise, there will probably be no reneging on his word.
There was a relaxed look on Quirrell's face, and he was about to smile and chat a few more words.
"Mr. Otto, I..."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Yangzhi nectar, I'm dying of thirst."
Grindelwald tapped the wall of the cup with his spoon and snorted dissatisfiedly.
"Oh well."
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On the other side, the little wizards surrounding Luna had also dispersed.
Elena and her little wings finally had the opportunity to sit down and eat delicious food in peace while they began to engage in the magic world's version of the "netizens' offline sex" activity, or the "shaming field" torture session.
Of course, the main target of torture, besides Luna, is Bai Mao Danzi, who has never told the truth before.
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Guacridine~Chapter 2! !
By the way, this chapter can be considered an extra update... right? What do you think? Double update!
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