Chapter 66 Quirrell's Catastrophe

All in all, Hogwarts teachers are well paid.

Food and lodging are included, and there are two extra long holidays throughout the year. The salary is so-so, but it does not stimulate consumption.

This job is very suitable for unemployed wizards who have just graduated and have no savings, and it is a good place to eat and die.

Of course, school professors also have many unknown gray incomes, such as purchasing teaching equipment, purchasing herbal seeds, purchasing herbal medicines...

Snape and Professor Sprout have a lot of experience in this regard... They both made their fortunes from the school wool, and embarked on a characteristic road of "some wizards get rich first".

Not Trelawney. Her teaching equipment is always the same: prophecy balls and tea leaves.

Although the prophecy ball is often "broken" and the tea is brewed and drunk daily, it does not mean that Professor Trelawney has the opportunity to get rid of poverty.

As a senior old house girl, in addition to hiding in the North Tower every day and "chasing drama" with the prophecy ball, when she has the most steps, she goes downstairs to the kitchen to steal food in the middle of the night.

Even going to the playground to watch a Quidditch match was a short-term trip worth planning for a long time for her.

If there is a lack of teaching equipment, Professor Trelawney will never buy it, but ask "Old Aunt" Professor McGonagall to help go out shopping.

So Trelawney has absolutely no chance of making false accounts, nor does she have the energy.

But what to say, Professor Trelawney is also a witch who loves to enjoy. She loves to drink sherry and drink it as mineral water every day.

It was ridiculously expensive, and the school kitchen didn't buy it, and Trelawney had to pay for it every month.

She has "moonlighted" for eleven years. If it wasn't for the school's food and housing, she would have starved to death on the streets.

As a result, Trelawney has not saved much money for so many years.

It was Professor McGonagall... She collected all the empty wine bottles that Trelawney had been drinking for eleven years and sold them as scraps. She collected a large amount of funds for the school and purchased a batch of prophecy balls.

This made Professor McGonagall, a small (stingy) financial expert, proud for a long time.

So taking advantage of this "work injury", Professor Trelawney hurriedly asked for a salary increase.

Just add it, anyway, the money is paid by the school directors... Dumbledore gave Trelawney three times with a wave of his hand.

Snape, who was on the side, looked at Dumbledore with a malicious look, and he slandered: "Could that old liar be the headmaster's illegitimate daughter?"

As we all know, Dumbledore is a ten thousand year old bachelor, if there is an illegitimate daughter outside, it is not too unexpected.

The professors were all talking about wages, trying to suggest that Dumbledore's recent skyrocketing prices, they could also raise some wages appropriately.

Quirrell was still on guard, not really caring about wages.

He squinted and swept across the hall from the corner of his eye, and found that something was not right. It seemed that there were more and more people peeping at him.

That look is like looking at Kim Galleon!

He took a gulp of milk and stuck a fork in a chunk of cheese.

Dumbledore cared, "Professor Quirrell, have you ever eaten sausage? It's delicious, if you don't mind..."

"No...I mind...Thank you, Headmaster." Professor Quirrell refused warily, fearing that Dumbledore would add a special liquid to it.

- Veritaserum.

He suddenly had a bad feeling, and this premonition became stronger and stronger.

"Forget it." Dumbledore shrugged, glanced at the cheese, and swallowed the sausage in one bite, a smile flashing in his eyes.

Professor Quirrell swallowed the cheese.

"Grumbling."

Strange voices sounded in the hall.

Professor Quirrell was like a little goldfish, and his mouth started to spew colorful bubbles.

The bubbles floated in mid-air, originally only a few centimeters in diameter, but suddenly expanded to dozens of centimeters.

Through the colored halos of the bubbles, you can see different objects rolling inside each.

As Snape, who had been attacked in class, immediately stood up vigilantly and avoided far away.

He raised his wand, and a red light burst the bubble.

Bang!

The bubbles above Quirrell's head burst, and a large amount of cold water fell from the air with a "swoosh".

He became a jerk.

Soon, the first bubble set off a chain reaction, leaving the auditorium with only a crackling sound.

The bubbles are not only cold water, but also various black lake creatures.

An octopus fell down, and its long tentacles were tightly attached to the back of Quirrell's head, as if hoping to chat with him about Heavenly Father and Savior - Cthulhu.

Quirrell wanted to pull the octopus off, but a crab caught his hand, and several giant leeches dived into the scarf, which seemed to have delicious blood in it.

Professor McGonagall was stunned, and she said angrily: "Principal, this kind of prank... it's too much!"

Dumbledore shrugged: "I don't know who did it! However, I just reminded Professor Quirrell to give him grilled sausage, he insisted on cheese..."

Professor McGonagall is speechless, is this a reminder?

McGonagall glanced sternly at William and the twins, who were holding a pen to quickly memorize valid data.

Yes, this is indeed a prank product invented by William, a snack called "Colorful Bubbles".

If you accidentally eat it, you will spit out bubbles, and when you pop it, you may get smoke on your head, you may get wet, you may drop smashing beans... It all depends on your luck.

Apparently, Professor Quirrell's colorful bubbles are an enhanced version.

This was undoubtedly an experimental product, and Quirrell became the first test subject.

Professor Quirrell ran frantically back to his office and didn't go to the first class.

But for him, this is just the beginning of the madness, William and the others have raised the bounty to one hundred Galleons.

Whoever can let everyone see what's under Professor Quirrell's scarf can completely take one hundred Galleons away.

This is a huge sum of money, and many adult wizards don't have that much for a month's salary.

Inspired by the huge bounty, a large number of students are competing fiercely, frantically showing their long-repressed talents, and constantly playing pranks.

Lee Jordan shot the golden dye on Quirrell's head, releasing the Sniff he had borrowed from Fred.

Sniffing the cat, who smelled catnip, jumped behind Quirrell and nearly stole his "golden" scarf.

But Quirrell used the magic just in time, and Niu Niu gnawed at his head several times angrily, and hit the back of the head frantically.

Dung bombs and stink bombs were thrown into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom one after another, and it was just basic exercises.

Soon it was the new fashion for students to chant the head mantra, which ensured their own fresh air, but also made them look weird, like a goldfish bowl upside down on their heads.

Cedric made a batch of fake wands overnight using the Bubble Pods given by William.

As long as the wand is held in the hand, it is like a pea shooter, constantly spitting out beans.

This pea wand was an instant hit and was snapped up by everyone.

Walking in the corridor, everyone can see more than a dozen students holding pea wands at any time, relying on favorable terrain to block Quirrell!

This is the real-life version of PUBG!

The most important thing is to eat chicken, and "Voldemort" is not so easy to be.

Peeves joined the fight, laughing wildly, flying over the school, overturning tables, knocking down statues and vases at Quirrell.

But a professor is a professor. Although his face is swollen, he still stands firm and does not take off his scarf.

However, he now wears a thick layer of armor when he goes out, like an armored warrior!

In this frenzied offensive, soon Christmas came.

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