Chapter 140 Quirrell and Harry

In fact, Quirrell didn't have to hide from others. Seeing him like this, the two or three remaining customers in the bar were walking around him. Those who knew he was a professor at Hogwarts, but those who didn't knew thought he had escaped from some mental hospital.

Looking at Quirrell who seemed to be suffering from delusions of being persecuted, Ada patiently asked again. She asked: "Professor, I am a student at Hogwarts. What's wrong with you? Are you in any danger?" ?”

Quirinus Quirrell seemed to have finally regained his consciousness. He stumbled and said, "I...I'm fine. I just...just remembered something scary."

His voice was a little slurred, and his eyes were always avoiding others. He kept trembling while speaking, making the sound of teeth clashing against each other. Ada was afraid that if he continued shaking like this, he would bite his tongue.

Ada walked back to the bar, poured a large glass of brandy, and placed it on the table before Quirrell. As for why it is brandy instead of whiskey or other alcohol, it is because the price of brandy is low.

Quirrell stepped forward cautiously and stared at the wine glass for a while before daring to take a sip. Seeing that nothing happened to him after drinking, Quirrell raised the cup and poured it into his mouth, almost like drinking from a donkey.

After drinking a large glass of brandy, Quirrell's pale face turned a little red. The wine was so tiring that he was no longer as scared as before. But he would still keep an eye on everyone in the room, as if to prevent them from suddenly turning into a vampire or a werewolf.

Other people's little Stutter is so beautiful and has a good figure, but Hogwarts' Little Stutter looks nothing like them except for his stutter. He is a cowardly, timid and ugly man.

Old Tom came over and asked Ada softly: "What's going on? His appearance is really affecting our business!"

Ada shrugged helplessly and said, "I can't help it. When he saw me, it was like seeing a savage beast. Maybe it was because I was too good-looking, and he felt very inferior after seeing it, so he avoided me. "

Old Tom didn't believe Ada's nonsense. He took two steps towards Quirrell. When Quirrell made a move to retreat, Old Tom stopped and kept a safe distance from Quirrell. Old Tom said: "Professor Quirrell, do you need me to contact Professor Dumbledore or Minister Fudge? You look terrible."

"No, no need. I have the ability to solve any problem by myself! I don't need anyone's help!" Old Tom's words seemed to touch Quirrell's sore feet. He rejected the proposal sharply, and he said this At that time, there was no stuttering at all.

"Then let me help you go upstairs and have a rest. You look very tired." Old Tom said.

"Okay...okay. I...I do...I do need a break."

Old Tom raised his hands and slowly approached Quirrell, helping him walk towards the stairs. Old Tom said to Ada: "Little Ada, it's getting late, you should go home first."

Although Ada was a little suspicious of Quirrell's behavior, she did not stay to find out what was going on. It would be better to do less than to do more. There was no Professor McGonagall to support her here. She would wait until she returned to school to talk about it.

But when she went to work the next day, Ada didn't see Quirrell in the Leaky Cauldron. Old Tom said that Quirrell left before dawn and seemed to be back to normal, at least not as bad as before.

A very talented adult wizard who is also a professor at Hogwarts. Such a person should be excellent, but Quirrell's appearance is nothing like excellence.

Quirrell is so strange, he is full of fear of everything, everything around him seems to kill him. Ada even wondered if he had used Dumbledore's back door to teach at Hogwarts. Otherwise, why would he be a professor?

What makes Ada the most angry is that Quirrell can remember to pay for his own accommodation, so he can't also pay for the brandy?

Especially when Ada got the payslip on July 31st, Ada became even more angry. She was supposed to get 42 gold galleons, but she only got 41, plus a few poor silver galleons, because Old Tom included the brandy money in Ada's salary!

Rotten, evil capitalism! Disgusting soup dumplings, inhumane!

On the 31st, the Leaky Cauldron welcomed its most important guest, but Ada was not in the mood to care about it now. She was still feeling distressed about the unknown small amount of money she "died".

When the number of guests in the bar gradually increased, Quirinus Quirrell once again appeared in the Leaky Cauldron. Although only ten days have passed since the last time, Quirrell seems to be a different person. That fear of everything no longer appears on him, and he can also say a few words to the people around him.

If it weren't for the fact that he still stuttered a little and was a little timid when he spoke, Ada would hardly have recognized him. Before Ada could settle the score with Quirrell, the door of the bar was opened again, and a huge figure appeared in the bar.

Looking at this figure, Ada took out a small bucket from under the bar. She asked, "Should we still follow the old rules, Hagrid?" This small bucket was specially prepared for Hagrid. Others use small buckets. Hagrid Just use a big cup.

The broad figure belongs to Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper and keykeeper of Hogwarts, and there is no one with the exact same figure in the UK. Hagrid said: "No, Ada, there is no need for today. I am running errands for Hogwarts."

There was a boy hidden in Hagrid's tall figure. Hagrid turned sideways, and Ada saw the boy's appearance clearly. He had messy hair and a pair of emerald green eyes.

"I said we would meet again." Ada smiled and said to the boy, "Welcome, welcome back, Harry Potter!"

Harry looked at the girl standing at the bar. It was the girl he had seen in the amusement park. She was still so beautiful, with her long blond hair pulled back, revealing her white and slender neck. Harry said: "Long time no see..."

"Ada, you actually know Harry?" Hagrid asked, "I've never heard you mention it!"

"It was just a chance encounter." Ada took out a pen and paper and handed it to Harry, "Harry, please help me. Sign your name. Just write: Happy Birthday Ginevra Weasley. Then sign your name. Enough."

"Oh, okay." Harry nodded blankly, and then began to write blessings and signatures on the parchment under Ada's guidance. At this time, the guests in the bar became noisy. They recognized the boy who was writing with his head down!

Chairs creaked and the patrons in the bar stood up and lined up to shake Harry's hand, everyone expressing their excitement to Harry, especially when Harry remembered Dedalus. While playing Di Ge, the little old man was so excited that he almost jumped to the roof.

Quirrell, who was as timid as a mouse, also grabbed Harry's hand and stammered to talk to him. From Quirrell's words, Ada also knew that Quirrell would serve as the school's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the next semester. The timid person unexpectedly did something full of courage.

People in the bar were still talking about Harry Potter, even though he and Hagrid had left. Ada put Quirrell's matter aside for the time being, because there was a more important thing waiting for her to do.

Sure enough, the very wise old Tom had appeared next to Ada, holding a bottle of butterbeer in his hand. Ada knocked on the bar to draw the guests' attention to herself, and she said loudly: "Welcome back Harry Potter, here's to Harry Potter!"

"Here's to Harry Potter!"

There was another crackling sound in the bar, as well as the sound of glasses clinking. Harry Potter's name is easy to use, and Ada has already taken advantage of him twice.

After doing all this, Ada started looking for Quirrell in the bar, but she couldn't find him. She didn't know when the professor left, so she had to let go of the debt again.

However, Ada was still thinking about Quirrell. The contrast between the two meetings and his extreme behavior made Ada have a strong interest in him. This Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who had just been transferred What exactly happened to me?

Thanks to book friend Luo Yue Ruzheng for the reward.